<?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-9587110</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:45:55.082-04:00</updated><category term='npr'/><category term='partying'/><category term='funny'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='trips'/><category term='burnout'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='boys'/><category term='rome'/><category term='hair'/><category term='piper'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='year in review'/><category term='alden and kaya'/><category term='travel'/><category term='amusing'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='danny'/><category term='memories'/><category term='italy'/><category term='iraq'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='melissa'/><category term='election06'/><category term='cycling'/><category term='mountain biking'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='football'/><category term='on notice'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='work'/><category term='2008'/><category term='friends'/><category term='voting'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='new job'/><category term='drama'/><category term='nonrev'/><category term='will'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='observations'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='dooce'/><category term='random'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='cougar'/><category term='cats'/><category term='2007'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='faith'/><category term='depression'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='brazil'/><category term='the french'/><category term='malloys'/><category term='life'/><category term='obama'/><category term='flying'/><category term='economics'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='sugar mama'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='LA'/><category term='long distance'/><category term='new years'/><category term='career'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='nin'/><category term='california'/><category term='health'/><category term='funk'/><category term='skiing'/><category term='love'/><category term='snow'/><category term='get fuzzy'/><category term='sinus'/><title type='text'>Come Fly With Me</title><subtitle type='html'>"I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, to take pictures." 


~ Gilmore Girls</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2407095344881637435</id><published>2009-04-13T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:50:19.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Good Fortune?</title><content type='html'>"Delight in your good fortune. You're holding a great beer and you have wonderful friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up my hiatus in Breckenridge. I almost didn't go thanks to stress, but I am so glad that I did. For some reason, I always feel great when I visit Lindsay, even despite the different circumstances this year. I got a solid day of skiing in and my boots even felt good enough that my leg strength was what held me back. We hung out, drank great beer, chatted, made new wonderful friends. I also decided to stick around for Breck beer fest, which was awesome. Sitting there, holding a beer, listening to music with the mountains around us, I felt like myself. For the first time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I decided to escape, because good beer and wonderful friends is about all of the good fortune I've had lately. Starting with the weekend after the birthday, the following has occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) losing drivers license&lt;br /&gt;2) fraud on debit card&lt;br /&gt;3) messed up with boy&lt;br /&gt;4) fight with friend&lt;br /&gt;5) fight with car dealership&lt;br /&gt;6) stolen cell phone and camera&lt;br /&gt;8) fender bender with neighbor&lt;br /&gt;9) sick cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my nose squeak and missing all my doctors appointments (thanks to fender bender.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So if things come in 3s, or multiples of, can I be done now? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2407095344881637435?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2407095344881637435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2407095344881637435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2407095344881637435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2407095344881637435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-fortune.html' title='Good Fortune?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7341443547337928290</id><published>2009-04-05T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:53:59.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>So life has been crazy. Busy good, busy stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 was spent on a plane to London to visit Marni. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend was spent celebrating with friends and purchasing the car from hell.&lt;br /&gt;Love the car, hate the dealership. Too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Vegas for work. Where I proceed to meet my soulmate, but don't get his number. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Find soulmate, but no response - sadness&lt;br /&gt;One of best friends decides to be retarded - even more sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Feel loved by others - wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Work - stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this sums up to blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7341443547337928290?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7341443547337928290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7341443547337928290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7341443547337928290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7341443547337928290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-295335674313604698</id><published>2009-03-07T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:36:07.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Funk</title><content type='html'>I've been having a good time, but somehow I'm still in a funk. We go out, and I have a good time, then I get home and feel horrible. I feel like I can't compete, like I don't have "it" anymore. Did I ever have it, anyway? It feels like I did. Where did it go I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking my medicine so I don't know what the deal is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to pull myself out, especially with all the stress. Work is rough, I'm stressed out about money, trying to cut back so I'm bummed about missing the ski season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sit at home in my pjs... knowing I'm missing the beautiful weather, knowing I'm missing the fun. But I still can't make myself move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-295335674313604698?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/295335674313604698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=295335674313604698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/295335674313604698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/295335674313604698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/03/funk.html' title='Funk'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7886851367620872634</id><published>2009-02-18T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:06:43.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Golden Parachute Lands Close To Home</title><content type='html'>Last week at weekly dinner Matt and I were talking (arguing) about executive compensation. I said they should do it like Delta does: if we don't make a profit (or, like this year, swing to a 1.6 billion dollar loss), we don't get a profit sharing check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/search/content//business/delta/stories/2009/02/18/delta_exec_pay.html"&gt;Whoops, I spoke too soon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for getting everybody back to the pre-bankruptcy days, but shouldn't that include &lt;i&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt;? Like, the employees, maybe? And now is a good time to act like you're shafting the employees... except not so much, since the NWA union is handing out propaganda every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure, you can put their pay "at risk" by giving them stock options - that way they're invested in the success of the company, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Except they keep "donating" what they can't sell (tax break!) and the second they can sell, they do - like the day the stock hit 12 dollars and certain execs sold millions of dollars worth of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Richard, where's my check/bonus/retention incentive? And is 2.5 million (based on today's stock price) about 3% of your salary? Cause that's the raise the rest of the employees get to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7886851367620872634?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7886851367620872634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7886851367620872634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7886851367620872634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7886851367620872634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/02/golden-parachute-lands-close-to-home.html' title='The Golden Parachute Lands Close To Home'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3502597396148022638</id><published>2009-02-10T21:46:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:50:13.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to see He's Just Not Into You with a few of my favorite ladies. It's the topic at hand, I suppose. I have been craving some boy attention, even enough to try to generate it from sources that are clearly not interested. Hopefully that doesn't make me as pathetic as Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing the preview to that movie. I was at a movie with Danny. I joked about him not being into me, about buying the book. If only I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...speaking of which, I've read another book by one of the authors, but not this one. I thought maybe I'd feel a little better about me, about not seeming to be able to compete for boys when I go out, but nope... all I could identify with was Gigi, and all that movie did was leave me feeling sappy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, honestly, most of the time I'm liking the single life. I don't usually put myself first, and I think this time is good for me. But that's only most of the time, and not at this moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3502597396148022638?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3502597396148022638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3502597396148022638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3502597396148022638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3502597396148022638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-me.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into Me'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8824608175774613892</id><published>2009-02-09T19:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:38:45.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>As Marni pointed out, I haven't written in a while. I've wanted to, but I've been busy. There has been some partying, some meeting new people, some skiing. And then of course there's the being happy every time the radio turns on and I hear our President speaking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8824608175774613892?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8824608175774613892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8824608175774613892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8824608175774613892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8824608175774613892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4094463480038654767</id><published>2009-01-20T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:25:55.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Eight Years Waiting</title><content type='html'>Finally. I think today would've been huge even it we hadn't inaugurated America's first African American president. Things are so sucky, people are so tired of this crap, we really are ready for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy were we excited. Not only that someone well-spoken, tolerant, educated, and knowledgeable is coming into office. It's that despite the intolerance and all other crap that's taken place this decade, we could still get it together enough to change the course of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing him speak outlines the differences that we're about to see. I could listen to Mr. Obama speak for hours. As opposed to the other...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more excited, because I helped elect this president. Sure, my votes in Georgia don't count. But I was there, I raised money, I handed out stickers. I no longer say "this is not my president."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few days in my lifetime where I know I'm watching major history unfold. Those times where I know exactly where I was and what I was doing and how it felt. September 11. The Columbia. The beginning of the Iraq war. And now, the inauguration of America's first black president...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here's hoping that he can tackle this mess we're in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4094463480038654767?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4094463480038654767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4094463480038654767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4094463480038654767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4094463480038654767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/01/eight-years-waiting.html' title='Eight Years Waiting'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8349651642965667010</id><published>2009-01-13T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:14:53.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Luck.</title><content type='html'>As luck would have it, I have a sinus and ear infection. Wasn't I just sick???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was supposed to be better. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8349651642965667010?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8349651642965667010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8349651642965667010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8349651642965667010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8349651642965667010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/01/luck.html' title='Luck.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8647940408002545915</id><published>2009-01-12T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:37:24.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The Disappointing D</title><content type='html'>Tahoe was awesome. Coming back from Tahoe is another story. Yes, it was the Sunday after a big holiday weekend. Yes, we were dumb for trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, the D was stupid for making capacity cuts the day before. Stranding not only me, Danielle, and John, but hundreds and hundreds of other people. In every city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ridiculous. Instead of making bank on one of the busiest travel days, the big D had to give out vouchers to everyone and their brother. So, not bank... in fact, the very opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the huge baggage mess that awaited everyone when they finally made it to Hotlanta. Piles and piles everywhere. And if you didn't happen to see your bag on top of one of the luggage mountains? Well, then the D "couldn't help you." So, instead of using some sort of organization, the D would rather pay even more money to ship the bags to wherever they needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thrilled that we bust our butts to make sure that planes work when they're supposed to and leave on time just to have someone mess up the forecast, leave half the people in the wrong city, then proceed to hold their bags hostage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I'm so thrilled with the D... and I haven't even started contemplating the changes on the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8647940408002545915?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8647940408002545915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8647940408002545915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8647940408002545915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8647940408002545915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointing-d.html' title='The Disappointing D'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6070208291461888765</id><published>2009-01-11T17:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:02:15.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year in review'/><title type='text'>2008: Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveled to Italy, got a promotion at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... my house is messy and I'm heavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did someone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Italy, Brazil, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more self esteem, less debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;election day, breakup day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skiing a black diamond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;slipping into depression again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no serious injuries, but another bought with the sadness and bronchitis that kept me and danielle from cruising the bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new macbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny... wow how things have changed yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling, paying off debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling, skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss Stone Headturner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or hardened? hardened&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? richer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put myself first, workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress out, work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... or if yes, all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if hate is the right word, maybe extremely upset about and disappointed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new computer, ipod, wii and wii fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wii fit accessory pack thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 25 on March 13, had dinner in downtown Denver with Danny and drove out to Lindsay's in Breckenridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not being dumped and called fat by the guy i thought i was going to be with forever... after flying out to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my clothes are becoming too small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs, friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Who do you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun work co-ops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put myself first. If I run myself into the ground, everything will fall apart around me. I need to work harder on getting back to my strong, independent, fun, energetic self. She's gotta be in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6070208291461888765?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6070208291461888765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6070208291461888765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6070208291461888765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6070208291461888765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-year-in-review.html' title='2008: Year in Review'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1901687155320662932</id><published>2009-01-10T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:51:33.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallivanting</title><content type='html'>So for the past few years I've done a year in review, but I haven't gotten around to it yet for 2008. And I'm not sure if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season was a busy one, what with catching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SARS&lt;/span&gt;/tuberculosis/bronchitis thing, then heading to Rome, then skiing, then being stuck, and now being incredibly behind at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I'm kinda up in the air about what's going to happen when the DAL and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NWA&lt;/span&gt; finally consummate the marriage... it seems like I'll be taking a step back in responsibility... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; was great. Rome was ok, but I was really happy to be skiing... even though I still had boot issues. I did probably use up all my luck for 2009 though... what with getting into the sundial for free, getting my boots stretched for $20 and getting my skis waxed for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely disappointed with the employer on the holiday weekend, but that's for another post too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1901687155320662932?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1901687155320662932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1901687155320662932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1901687155320662932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1901687155320662932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2009/01/gallivanting.html' title='Gallivanting'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8497867486170860599</id><published>2008-12-31T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:27:11.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>I'm so over the whole 2008 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8497867486170860599?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8497867486170860599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8497867486170860599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8497867486170860599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8497867486170860599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/over.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3523117993650765010</id><published>2008-12-31T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:37:57.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And after all that, however long all that may be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ou'll go somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little peices of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3523117993650765010?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3523117993650765010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3523117993650765010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3523117993650765010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3523117993650765010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-doesnt-matter-how-many-new-haircuts.html' title='Fading.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-14393146498698724</id><published>2008-12-29T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:44:40.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonrev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italy'/><title type='text'>Roman Holiday</title><content type='html'>I joined my friend Krista in Rome for a few days. Not the smoothest of non-rev trips. My mom and grandma decided to tag along, only they didn't make the flight on Christmas Day. They next day didn't look good either, so they decided to go into Milan and take the train to Rome... only then the Rome flight opened up. But it was too late to switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempts to visit the Vatican for free on Sunday were foiled by the gazillion other people who had the same idea. Did see the Forum, Il Vittoriano, Picasso exhibit, St Peter's, Trevi Fountain and the Pantheon. Didn't get a chance to get to the Colosseum close up, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the catholic church could've done so much more good for the world if they weren't so obsessed with spending a shitload of money on fancy stuff. Did get to see the resting place of my man JP... is it weird that there were people crying over him, nearly 4 years later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss horribly the pasta and sauce, cappuccino, and chocolate croissants. Wasn't thoroughly impressed by the Italians, though - a little pushy and not great with the manners. And Euros are expensive. And apparently it's perfectly acceptable for teenagers to spend their days riding the bus and making out. While chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flights back during the day suck. Although, it didn't suck that much in business class... I watched 4 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-14393146498698724?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/14393146498698724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=14393146498698724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/14393146498698724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/14393146498698724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/roman-holiday.html' title='Roman Holiday'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4370746802272807653</id><published>2008-12-20T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:09:47.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague</title><content type='html'>Exactly one week ago I came down with some sort of the plague or sars or tuberculosis or something along those lines... I missed work for most of the week. I tried to go Monday, but they sent me home. I went to the clinic on Wednesday, and they forbid me from going back before Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I had to cancel her bday cruise, which I feel terrible about. Not to mention that this is a huge set back in terms of lung health for ski season, which is fast approaching with the first trip to Tahoe booked already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4370746802272807653?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4370746802272807653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4370746802272807653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4370746802272807653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4370746802272807653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/plague.html' title='The Plague'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6419421880855733205</id><published>2008-12-11T05:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:53:05.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Cranky Pants</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up early, did some yoga, made my bed, had breakfast, made myself pretty, and was even ready for work on time! Then all hell broke loose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the daylight hours later I returned home from work. Only to become even crankier, because today I will take a short but way too long trip to Minneapolis for some meetings. Um, it's cold up there. Oh, and here. I just want to hibernate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that this trip will make me miss the only holiday party to take place this year. And thanks to the weather here we'll probably get delayed and/or stuck. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... and when does that leave me time to catch up at work???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6419421880855733205?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6419421880855733205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6419421880855733205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6419421880855733205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6419421880855733205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/cranky-pants.html' title='Cranky Pants'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3664162243685308395</id><published>2008-12-01T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:50:38.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2 Sadness</title><content type='html'>It was 2 years ago today that we went down to the ACC championship. Good times, that entire holiday season. Today is another hard day. I never thought I wouldn't be celebrating today. That I wouldn't get happy thanksgiving, merry christmas or happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't get out of bed today or get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trippin', I'm just missin' you&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm sayin', you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;You kept me hanging on a string, why'd you make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you everything, but you just gave me lies.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then when I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wishin' you would call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me back, but you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool, there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it what am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fake it the way I could before,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;It's true I'm stuck on you.&lt;br /&gt;Now love's a broken record that's been skippin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep singing Yesterday why we have to play these games we play?&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it what am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fake it the way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do, I'm stuck on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3664162243685308395?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3664162243685308395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3664162243685308395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3664162243685308395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3664162243685308395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-2-sadness.html' title='Dec 2 Sadness'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7341337204881953201</id><published>2008-11-29T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:43:44.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade Away</title><content type='html'>Well you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get it back&lt;br /&gt;But look me in the eye babe&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why ya gonna love me like that&lt;br /&gt;Why ya gonna love me like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've walked this world&lt;br /&gt;Five times or more&lt;br /&gt;And after all this walking babe&lt;br /&gt;You still got me crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this world keeps on turning&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything's okay?&lt;br /&gt;How can you turn your back?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why ya gonna love me like that&lt;br /&gt;why ya gonna love me like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought you'd listen&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shattered like broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that we'd be different babe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought that we would last&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we would last&lt;br /&gt;And I know this world keeps on spinning&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that you're in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me or leave me baby&lt;br /&gt;but don't lead me on&lt;br /&gt;With loving like yours&lt;br /&gt;believe me i'm better off&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Throwing diamonds at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Drifting round you like a satellite&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need&lt;br /&gt;And I know this world keeps on turning&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me yearning and yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just break away&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Love is something you work at&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why ya gonna love me like that&lt;br /&gt;Why ya gonna love me like that&lt;br /&gt;How can you throw us away&lt;br /&gt;Look at what you lost today&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;And now you're pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Say all the things you want to say&lt;br /&gt;Thought we were going all the way&lt;br /&gt;Play all the games you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;Slowly we just fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7341337204881953201?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7341337204881953201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7341337204881953201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7341337204881953201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7341337204881953201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/fade-away.html' title='Fade Away'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1547728352526188923</id><published>2008-11-19T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:14:27.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>To Cat or Not to Cat, that is the question...</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about getting 2 &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/cassiebouder/TheNewGirls#"&gt;kitties&lt;/a&gt;. I've always been a cat person, despite the crazy allergies that I've developed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first therapist's idea to get a cat, at which point Piper came to live with me for a while. It worked out pretty well, she cheered me up. But then I started traveling, which meant so did she, and she didn't like it as much as I did. So one time she didn't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking it might help me again, but a few issues:&lt;br /&gt;1. what about my allergies?&lt;br /&gt;2. what about my traveling?&lt;br /&gt;3. will they be able to measure up to piper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the allergies I can control... and if they're together, they can stay by themselves so long as they have food and a clean place to poo... and they are very cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so what am I waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1547728352526188923?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1547728352526188923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1547728352526188923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1547728352526188923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1547728352526188923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-cat-or-not-to-cat-that-is-question.html' title='To Cat or Not to Cat, that is the question...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4877932613176251736</id><published>2008-11-19T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:11:17.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Witch Doctor</title><content type='html'>I go to this weird chiropractor every once in a while. He doesn't crack your bones so much as he works some sort of weird voodoo magic while barely touching you and fixes not only your physical pain but somehow aligns your chi or cleanses your aura or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For $50 it's not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today. I was long overdue. My back was hurting after Brazil. Then earlier this week my shoulder was out of place. He came up with 2 main things today... love and happiness. And he tells me to think about the equation and I don't know what happens but everything lets go. But I am always left wondering, how the heck does he know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now supposedly I'm aligned, at least physically if not emotionally, but it bummed me out a little, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have it so together. What happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I never had it together in the first place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4877932613176251736?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4877932613176251736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4877932613176251736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4877932613176251736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4877932613176251736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/witch-doctor.html' title='Witch Doctor'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6892121467992495812</id><published>2008-11-06T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:16:36.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched.</title><content type='html'>Something has to give. This has to be the bottom. I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job. The working around the clock. My ideas getting hosed. The glass ceiling. Old men shooting me down, not on merit but because of power, of a show, because I'm young and female. Spending most of my time cleaning up someone else's mess, instead of using my talent to provide some good. And then? Then it continues. They don't get rid of the idiot, I don't rid myself of the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy. The one who has the power to turn even my worst days around. The one who gave me something to look forward to. The one I put so much into. I drank with him, traveled with him, skiied with him, cleaned up his puke, supported him, dragged my ragged ass all over this country just to see him. And, the very few times that I ask for a little back, that I asked for a visit because I was lonely; that I asked for a day in so I could rest; that I asked for a do-over because I was stressed: he couldn't find it in himself to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he's forgotten all that I am. He's forgotten everything that we are together, everything that we have, how good it can be. And all I can do is hope that he remembers, that it dawns on him how awesome I am, that he can believe in me even when I don't. And I don't know how I can do that so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't blame him, so have I. I don't recognize this person either. Who is this girl? I'm not the kind of girl who is desperate for a guy to like her. The kind who doesn't want to go to work in the morning. The kind who sits in the bathroom at work crying. The one who can't focus and has headaches all the time. The one who is always tired, and is now lame. And flakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to change. Things have to turn around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6892121467992495812?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6892121467992495812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6892121467992495812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6892121467992495812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6892121467992495812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/drenched.html' title='Drenched.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1096386207219462722</id><published>2008-11-05T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:04:58.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Fire Hose</title><content type='html'>I feel completely hosed lately. I just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured my heart and soul into someone just to have them turn around and dismiss me like I was nothing. And not only that, but in the most hurtful way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work my ass off at work. But most of my time is spent fixing the shit that one idiot causes. And not only that, but I get stuck working my ass off when the bastard who caused it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get back to my life but it's hard when I have to pull all nighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a change. Or this needs to be the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1096386207219462722?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1096386207219462722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1096386207219462722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1096386207219462722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1096386207219462722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-hose.html' title='Fire Hose'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1974728939912258437</id><published>2008-11-03T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:28:22.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is a little sadder than other days and a little harder, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1974728939912258437?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1974728939912258437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1974728939912258437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1974728939912258437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1974728939912258437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6774843669105408347</id><published>2008-10-21T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:04:20.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Cursed.</title><content type='html'>'I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of that I am an expert.&lt;/span&gt; Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6774843669105408347?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6774843669105408347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6774843669105408347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6774843669105408347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6774843669105408347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/cursed.html' title='Cursed.'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4233486430873008232</id><published>2008-10-21T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:12:11.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Something to Believe In</title><content type='html'>Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't believe in you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;It even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;And you told me how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe it's true anymore&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;And it won't hurt anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4233486430873008232?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4233486430873008232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4233486430873008232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4233486430873008232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4233486430873008232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-to-believe-in.html' title='Something to Believe In'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7754949897455218286</id><published>2008-10-09T15:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:50:41.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Not Broken</title><content type='html'>Been alot that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;I cried a tear a time or two&lt;br /&gt;You know I cried some over you&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart kicked to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Love ripped me up and tore me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't enough to break me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'll rise above it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll dust the pain off my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love again&lt;br /&gt;And the wounds will mend&lt;br /&gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;br /&gt;And the pain will fade&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still open&lt;br /&gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been alot of tears stained nights&lt;br /&gt;I thought the tears were here for life&lt;br /&gt;The hurt came on and held on tight&lt;br /&gt;Took a chance, I took a fall&lt;br /&gt;Love broke my heart and shattered all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'll rise above it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll shake the rain out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pick my heart up&lt;br /&gt;Take my life back&lt;br /&gt;Shake the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;Pull myself together, put the pieces back in place&lt;br /&gt;I learned love's so hard&lt;br /&gt;Love left my soul scarred&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love again&lt;br /&gt;And the wounds will mend&lt;br /&gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;br /&gt;And the pain will fade&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still open&lt;br /&gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7754949897455218286?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7754949897455218286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7754949897455218286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7754949897455218286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7754949897455218286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-broken.html' title='Not Broken'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-93965308712545109</id><published>2008-10-09T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:21:16.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Me Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;   font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#e7e7e7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:black;"&gt;Girls we gotta work it like we do&lt;br /&gt;Turn a head or two&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're worth it&lt;br /&gt;So I ain't gonna waste my time waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make your move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've had my number for two or three days or more&lt;br /&gt;If you're a real man then you can't ignore this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's physical&lt;br /&gt;But I want supernatural&lt;br /&gt;I don't have wings but I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headturner&lt;br /&gt;Soul burner&lt;br /&gt;Ya gonna watch me walk, then watch me walk&lt;br /&gt;Headturner&lt;br /&gt;Are you a slow learner&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll find another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna watch me walk, then watch me walk&lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta earn it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life is free you gotta bring your love to me &lt;br /&gt;Emotional,  I got it&lt;br /&gt;Sexual, I got it&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual, God knows I've got it&lt;br /&gt;What you want, baby I got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can love you like I love you&lt;br /&gt;No one can do the things that I would do to you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do something about it if I were you&lt;br /&gt;Or feel my heels as I'm walking over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-93965308712545109?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/93965308712545109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=93965308712545109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/93965308712545109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/93965308712545109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-me-walk.html' title='Watch Me Walk'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2933011742087366114</id><published>2008-10-08T18:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:29:23.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vows</title><content type='html'>It seems like I got swept up by life and have forgotten to take care of myself. Unfortunately the neglect started to take it's toll on me. In order to prevent this from happening again, I've decided to make some vows/rules for myself so that when I get caught up, I can look back and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat healthy&lt;br /&gt;4. Drink enough water&lt;br /&gt;5. Slow down when I need to&lt;br /&gt;6. Attend to my life, friends and family&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be afraid to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;8. Put myself first&lt;br /&gt;9. be more discerning about the people that i let in&lt;br /&gt;10. don't give more to someone than they would be willing to give back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to add any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2933011742087366114?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2933011742087366114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2933011742087366114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2933011742087366114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2933011742087366114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/vows.html' title='Vows'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8997367292964497292</id><published>2008-10-05T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:42:06.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>When the road gets dark&lt;br /&gt;And you can no longer see&lt;br /&gt;Let my love throw a spark&lt;br /&gt;And have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;Are all you can believe&lt;br /&gt;Just give these loving arms a try baby&lt;br /&gt;And have a little faith, faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your secret heart&lt;br /&gt;Cannot speak so easily&lt;br /&gt;Come here baby&lt;br /&gt;From a whisper, start&lt;br /&gt;To have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your back's against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and you, you will see&lt;br /&gt;I will catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;Just have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt;For such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Expecting nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see time, time is our friend&lt;br /&gt;Cause for us there is no end&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you up&lt;br /&gt;And your love gives me strength enough to&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8997367292964497292?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8997367292964497292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8997367292964497292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8997367292964497292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8997367292964497292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7439963222122392950</id><published>2008-09-28T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:26:07.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Down In It</title><content type='html'>The problem with depression is, it comes on and you don't notice. It's hard to tell what is happening until it's too late. The changes come on gradually, and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subtlety&lt;/span&gt;, that by the time you notice you're already in deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's happened to me again. Despite all of my best efforts, $70 a visit to a therapist to prevent it and medicine, here I am again. I realized it after spending a week in Tahoe under an immense amount of stress (both emotional, mental and physical). I've been lonely and I've been neglecting myself. I've allowed work to chip away at me. I've run myself ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, things then turned upside down even more so and the one person that I could always turn to, who before always let me work things out while being there for me, is not available. And on top of not being there, he's added to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, thanks to the medicine, it's not that bad this time. I don't feel like getting out of bed, but I do. I don't feel like going to work out, but I do (with some encouragement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with each bout, I'll get better at recognizing. I won't need to depend on friends or a therapist. Maybe I'll be able to prevent it, so that I don't end up in situations where I can't control my emotions. Situations that can and have cost me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7439963222122392950?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7439963222122392950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7439963222122392950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7439963222122392950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7439963222122392950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-in-it.html' title='Down In It'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-5996325186243685806</id><published>2008-09-25T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:34:40.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-5996325186243685806?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5996325186243685806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=5996325186243685806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5996325186243685806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5996325186243685806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6255757517256964650</id><published>2008-09-14T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:49:25.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>If I wanted to work this hard...</title><content type='html'>...I'd go back to grad school. Here I am, sitting at a gorgeous resort in Tahoe, CA. Only I don't get to enjoy any of it because I'm here for a class. Which will have me working 24/7 (or 5, til we leave on Friday.) And this is reward for being a "promising, young engineer?" Nice. Already I've spent all of this beautiful afternoon doing homework, instead of enjoying the great outdoors. Oh well, maybe the bear warnings will help it not suck as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add insult to injury, I am in the same state as my boy, but nowhere near the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly enough, Michelle was on the flight this morning out to SLC. And so was my favorite (yeah, right) irrational frenchman Cyril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Friday yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6255757517256964650?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6255757517256964650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6255757517256964650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6255757517256964650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6255757517256964650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-wanted-to-work-this-hard.html' title='If I wanted to work this hard...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8982410004344320756</id><published>2008-08-25T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:39:47.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonrev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The Flight From Hell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was on the flight from hell, number 752 from Denver to Atlanta. Scheduled to leave at 3:05. For the first time in a long time, I made the flight with no problem. I had a middle seat, but a little girl wanted to switch with me. Things couldn't be going better. Until they stopped taxiing and shut the engines down and pulled back into the gate. A flap indication problem turned into a computer malfunction turned into flying a part in from SLC on the flight arriving at 6:20pm. A beer and a few catch-up phone calls later, the plane was fixed and we boarded again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, people were gone so I switched rows to a window. We pushed back... then stopped. Again. Seriously. Some other "lights" in the cockpit (they didn't say what and the logs weren't up yet when I checked.) 40 minutes and one soaked mechanic later, we were on our way to the runway... just in time for a huge storm to roll in and ground stop. Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes later, nearly 6 hours after the scheduled departure time, we left Denver. Landed in Atlanta at 1am, in the door at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to get home "early."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8982410004344320756?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8982410004344320756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8982410004344320756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8982410004344320756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8982410004344320756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/flight-from-hell.html' title='The Flight From Hell'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2780246032648937290</id><published>2008-08-19T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:46:22.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Suck-lympics</title><content type='html'>I have decided that the olympics in Beijing are a bunch of crap. From the crappy air, to no one being able to say anything to the freakin chinese government, to the cheating, scoring and seeding themselves number 1 in beach vollyeball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still addicted to watching though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2780246032648937290?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2780246032648937290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2780246032648937290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2780246032648937290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2780246032648937290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/suck-lympics.html' title='Suck-lympics'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3549830837080735417</id><published>2008-08-17T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:25:26.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>John and I went to hand with some old friends and bid farewell to one who goes off to Europe for a year. It was great to see the old friends and reminisce with them about old times. A roast brought about memories long buried, of fun times and stressful times. And these are the friends who will stick together for a lifetime, who no matter how much time or distance separates, can always come back to that common ground: a couple of years of intense stress and lots of shenanigans along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did miss those who couldn't participate, and who played a big role in so many stories: Danny, Marni and Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3549830837080735417?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3549830837080735417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3549830837080735417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3549830837080735417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3549830837080735417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-739044098460902513</id><published>2008-08-10T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:37:15.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Take That, France!</title><content type='html'>The french swimmers had the audacity to say they were going to "smash" the American freestyle relay team... and of course couldn't put their money where their (notoriously) big mouths are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, France: Open mouth, insert foot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-739044098460902513?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/739044098460902513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=739044098460902513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/739044098460902513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/739044098460902513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-that-france.html' title='Take That, France!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-516312934659968550</id><published>2008-07-20T18:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:01:35.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Things</title><content type='html'>I have been having the weirdest dreams. With random characters from past and present. I wonder how the mind works, to pull all of these people out of the depths of my memories and bring them back in dreams that are so real. I have been sleeping a lot so maybe that has to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few weekends off traveling. To avoid travel burnout and to avoid the peak of travel season which has stranded many a friend in random places. Plus, my sinuses hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of a prolonged absence from the boy due to scheduling conflicts and a visit from his parents. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an entire 5 day work week this week. It will be a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-516312934659968550?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/516312934659968550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=516312934659968550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/516312934659968550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/516312934659968550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-and-things.html' title='Dreams and Things'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4874675909478484392</id><published>2008-07-08T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:09:49.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Back to Life</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's been that much time since I updated. I'm just returning to my life today and I must admit I have a hard time accounting for all the time that has passed. One work week, then a weekend in Knoxville. Another work week, then a weekend chilling here in the Atl. Part of a work week, then back to LA for 5 days for the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have been missing my life a little, and missing my boy's role here in Atlanta. Sure, there's the novelty of the LA beaches and all the activities that come with it, not to mention really fun friends... but it's sad that I've spent more whole days in Danny's tiny LA apartment than my own new big one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I definitely have plans to stay here. Two weeks from now contain tentative plans to hit up Madrid, but I'm wishy-washy.... I wonder if the finances can support it. Not to mention, that'll make affording Rome and Mexico part 2 much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had one of the smoothest non-rev experiences of recent memory, being cleared on the flights I chose not at the last minute. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to my first engineer's raise, a whole percent more than the average based on performance, and news that I'm "on track" for a promotion to senior engineer (and a 10% raise!) before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't come sooner... those 46k of students loans are just itching for my senior engineer salary....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4874675909478484392?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4874675909478484392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4874675909478484392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4874675909478484392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4874675909478484392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-life.html' title='Back to Life'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2426533910510145490</id><published>2008-06-17T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:28:26.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Lots of things to recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being Danny's squatter. Although I must say that I out did him - I cleaned, did laundry and washed dishes. In between episodes of Grey's, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico was awesome. The resort was beautiful, the tequila good, my boy wonderful, my spanish rusty, the sun sunny, the sunburn itchy. We were tempted to stay an extra day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the non-rev karma continues. First class both ways to PVR... then Monday stuck in LAX all day. Welcome summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in my new place, needing to do my own laundry and cleaning. And not feeling very at home. Between a rock and hard place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And missing my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2426533910510145490?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2426533910510145490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2426533910510145490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2426533910510145490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2426533910510145490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/06/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4698534868375447834</id><published>2008-06-03T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:20:15.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Ants in the Pants</title><content type='html'>I have ants in the pants, I can't wait for Friday. Instead of going to LA, coming back Monday then flying out again Wednesday, I've decided to eat up same vacation days and repay Danny some of his squatter debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll still like each other after 10 consecutive days together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4698534868375447834?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4698534868375447834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4698534868375447834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4698534868375447834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4698534868375447834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/06/ants-in-pants.html' title='Ants in the Pants'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8867668016759462220</id><published>2008-05-29T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:40:48.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>I've decided to be lame and stick around here this weekend so I can pack. I guess it's the right thing to do since I haven't started yet. I guess it's not too bad since I will be traveling the next 6 weekends in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Danny and I are going on a &lt;a href="http://www.riu.com/en/hotel-riu-vallarta-mexico.html"&gt;trip to Mexico&lt;/a&gt;. Damn, we live the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8867668016759462220?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8867668016759462220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8867668016759462220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8867668016759462220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8867668016759462220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8554491340080196076</id><published>2008-05-26T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:52:30.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>The return trip always bums me out a little. Usually it's because I know I'll have to go days if not weeks without enjoying the awesome company of my boy in person. The crazy weekends, like our last trip to Knoxville or this past long weekend in Memphis, make me especially sad because we don't get any real QT together. And this weekend Delta added a little blow to my sadness but not squeezing us onto the same flight, thus preventing me from realizing much looked-forward-to dinner plans with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets worse. I'm dreading the return to work tomorrow. After 5 days off, I can't seem to find reasons to go back. Do they pay me enough for this shit? Most certainly they do not. I made the mistake of checking my email and I know tomorrow will be hellish. If only I didn't give a shit. If only I didn't care that head-up-his-own-ass engineer wasn't going to park the entire international fleet with his stupid ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can learn not to. Maybe I can give up the benefits. Maybe it's time for change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8554491340080196076?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8554491340080196076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8554491340080196076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8554491340080196076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8554491340080196076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7943897589437315988</id><published>2008-05-21T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:28:27.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Life is stressful right now. I know that there are those who thought real life would be easier than school, and in some ways it is. But in other ways it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm traveling Friday to meet my boyfriend's entire extended family at his brother's wedding (oh yeah, don't forget the meeting-the-family-complex that I acquired from previous boyfriend's redneck backwards family.) The summer crunch is approaching at work and I'm starting to feel it. The overbearing, disrespectful, idiot engineer that I have to work with continues to make my life a living hell. The decisions that he makes behind my back are making the summer crunch look like it's going to be worse and worse. Not to mention the abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot right now. I think I'll take a personal day tomorrow. Maybe then I'll find some time to sit down and expand on the discrimination I face at work. Or that ex-bf complex. Or that I'm totally flasking it to the wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7943897589437315988?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7943897589437315988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7943897589437315988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7943897589437315988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7943897589437315988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2201172043181317971</id><published>2008-05-11T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:10:12.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder</title><content type='html'>This weekend was hard on me, missing Danny wise. First it was cheesy chick flicks that made me want hugs so badly. Then it was shopping for dresses and playing Wii with friends. Then eating Matt's portobello mushroom-canadian bacon concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it's ok. Most of the time I like going to workout and cooking dinner for myself and having alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then sometimes it seems like there are a million things throughout the day that make me think of the boy and make me want to talk to him. Maybe it's because the last time we hung out, it wasn't really quality time so much as it was running around with people to see and places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, visits sometimes just make me remember what I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, though, I'm glad things worked out like this and I wouldn't take my decisions back for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Thursday yet? I don't know how you've done it all this time, Wendy Boone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2201172043181317971?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2201172043181317971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2201172043181317971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2201172043181317971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2201172043181317971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-883723246322358532</id><published>2008-05-01T17:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:18:29.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Go with the flow</title><content type='html'>Lately I've seen a lot of people settle into the life that we're all taught to want and have. Married out of college. Pregnant immediately after. No time to find yourself, enjoy life, see if your marriage will work, save cause kids cost an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am programmed to want this life as well, and I have to wonder how many people actually stop and think about things or whether they go through the motions of it all before they even realize what's happening. I understand more and more how people can turn around 5, 10, 20 years down the road and want out cause they only then realize or admit what they really want. The way things go with this society, I have to believe this is probably the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anonymous commenter on Wedding Season made some great points. To be honest? I'm still &lt;em&gt;extremely pissed&lt;/em&gt; at Will. For many things. For never deserving or amounting to what I thought of him. For throwing away all that hard work in college, everying &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;did to pull him through undergrad and get him into grad school, by not getting a job in aviation. For throwing away his own dreams. For adopting someone else's life and beliefs without much questioning. I'm livid. Because I wasted so much time on someone who was so clearly clueless. In the end, he ended up being no different than all those flaky girls I struggled to distance myself from in high school and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more. More than a house, 2.5 kids and a dog in the suburbs. I want to see the world. I want to break through that ceiling at work and kick ass. I want to pay off my debts. I want extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after that, I'll settle for a few kids. But in the mountains somewhere, so I can teach them to ski when they're still in diapers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-883723246322358532?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/883723246322358532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=883723246322358532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/883723246322358532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/883723246322358532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-with-flow.html' title='Go with the flow'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2604465298372233825</id><published>2008-04-24T22:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:19:30.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Picking Up the Pace</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my first spinning class after a too long absence. At my new gym. While I didn't like the bikes, or the teacher, it felt like me. Getting up early and packing multiple bags because I wouldn't be home for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left work with another bag in tow, this time to go practice volleyball with my co-workers.  Then I had to rush home to meet Danielle for dinner and ABC watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my old self. I've been living life in slow motion for nearly a year and now I'm starting to speed back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to credit my boy. He has the lupus but has settled in to his adult life much better than me. He's riding his bike to work and going to the gym and playing volleyball and running 5ks. Me? I begged him to let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'll just pick up the pace little by little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2604465298372233825?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2604465298372233825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2604465298372233825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2604465298372233825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2604465298372233825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/04/picking-up-pace.html' title='Picking Up the Pace'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4838388943749219347</id><published>2008-04-11T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:02:18.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>The Airline Biznass</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty hectic and psycho at work. And that doesn't include any of the &lt;a href="http://crankyflier.com/2008/04/10/dont-blame-the-md-80-for-this-mess/"&gt;MD-80 madness &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/379773/the-ultimate-airline-bankruptcy-and-merger-cheat-sheet"&gt;today's big announcement.&lt;/a&gt; All of a sudden things have been going wrong on the engine fleet I manage. Things are not going according to plan (yes, I have to forecast what shit will hit the fan before each year) and over the last 2 weeks I've had 3 oh shit moments, on top of the other crap I deal with on a daily basis. I'm WAY ahead of plan. And this is a case where being ahead is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest, which happened Friday at 10am has been the biggest challenge I've face so far. I'm still spending some QT with Daddy FAA to sort it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, this is the quiet before the summer storm. Summer is the busiest time. And I expect even more stuff to hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the whole Delta taking over the world one airline at a time thing... at least I won't be bored for the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4838388943749219347?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4838388943749219347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4838388943749219347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4838388943749219347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4838388943749219347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/04/airline-biznass.html' title='The Airline Biznass'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-5232992575949525165</id><published>2008-04-11T16:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:02:37.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Wedding Season</title><content type='html'>My ex of three years (and probably two years too long) gets married today. If certain things hadn't happened, that would've been me. He had the ring. He had the plans. And me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God it isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things are so different, so much better. I could've ended up living in a house in the suburbs with a man who has no idea who he is trying to fit into a mold that he inherited from his parents. With some kids. And a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I'm the the beginning of a career, kicking ass and taking names at my job. I've got a boy who, instead of just settling, is also kicking ass and taking names (and writing code) at his job. We live the life. We dream. We get to travel. Ski. Ride bikes on the beach. Go whereever. Drink whatever. See whatever. Laugh together. Get along together. Experience everything. Even the things that I like. Even the new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And? I think his family likes me. Or, if not, at least they are welcoming and inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to send a thank you note to those friends whom I met in the fall of 2006. They taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it isn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-5232992575949525165?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5232992575949525165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=5232992575949525165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5232992575949525165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5232992575949525165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-season.html' title='Wedding Season'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7756170140685143413</id><published>2008-04-06T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:07:58.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonrev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Non-rev Karma</title><content type='html'>The non-reving world is a funny one. My multiple trips to LA have proven what an interesting and slightly stressful experience it is. There are times when it's the smoothest thing ever and others, well, you end up stuck in the Knoxville airport all day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trip out I got the last seat on the plane, but only because there were groups of two and three that didn't want to split up. On the way back, I had to use up a precious S2 to get the middle seat on the red eye in order to get back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, I left work to catch the flight and it looked wide open. By the time I got to the gate, I was 50th on the list and had to run to catch the flight to orange county. On the way back, I got the a seat in the last row of a 777.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time. A hellish flying day in atlanta due to bad weather meant I was 39th on the list and the flight was delayed by an hour. I checked into two others just in case. And then? I got cleared for 1st class. I tried to get out on sunday, but my favorite flight back on the 777 was canceled which backed up the rest of the day. Monday put me on the flight leaving at 1115... it only had room because it was actually scheduled for 730 and ended up with lost of space after everyone deserted and stood by for the later flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it used to be much easier. Most of the times it's not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7756170140685143413?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7756170140685143413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7756170140685143413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7756170140685143413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7756170140685143413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/04/non-rev-karma.html' title='Non-rev Karma'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3157501511876523851</id><published>2008-03-23T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:37:22.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>There has been a lack of updating lately. Due to the pace of life and the fact that I can't seem to stay in Atlanta. Even when I slow down, I don't really slow down. Even when I'm in town, I'm not really in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just have the desire to stay here, hang with my friends, sit on my couch. Maybe I like to operate at 100 miles per hour because if I slow down, everything will catch up and hit me like a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the mean time I'll keep going and ignoring. On the bright side, there is a lot of the world to see and many mountains to ski.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3157501511876523851?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3157501511876523851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3157501511876523851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3157501511876523851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3157501511876523851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/03/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6840798748738804829</id><published>2008-03-03T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:05:37.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>Today I got up more or less on time. I made the bed, put on my make up and left for work (more or less on time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I went to workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup and working out... two things that go away easily. Here's to bringing them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I believe this is the worst shape I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been in. My running shorts from the last time I was trying to lose weight don't fit. And that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6840798748738804829?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6840798748738804829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6840798748738804829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6840798748738804829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6840798748738804829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1349089522373169273</id><published>2008-03-02T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:41:12.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skiing'/><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans</title><content type='html'>Despite some good planning on both our parts, the ski trip to Lake Tahoe did not go smoothly. Weather everywhere made my outgoing flight delayed, which stranded Danny at the Reno airport for about two hours. By the time we arrived at the Casino, I had been awake for nearly 24 hours and was extremely cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skiing was good, but Heavenly was not a great resort. I was still fighting with my boots, which added to my irritability. It was windy, cold, and dumping snow, which aren't the happiest skiing conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Casino hotel I had a booger bath and a roach dinner. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, despite our best efforts to get to the airport early, we both messed up and missed the flight. That meant finding a place to stay and other flights, which didn't work out for Danny since there was no direct to LAX the next morning. Then, finally, the next morning, the shuttle from the hotel decided to try to make me miss the first flight out as well. Bitchy skywest agents and delays for Danny just added a cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we're trying too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1349089522373169273?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1349089522373169273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1349089522373169273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1349089522373169273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1349089522373169273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7260313740281879350</id><published>2008-02-27T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:39:32.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Symptomatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's back. Not full-fledged yet, but it's rearing it's ugly head. The irritability, feeling overwhelmed, oversleeping, not being able to get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;How is this possible? I'm in treatment already, already doing the drugs. What else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make these big plans, things that'll help me not give in, things that will keep me distracted. But then my couch and bed are so comfortable and its so nice to sit on my butt and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will not help me get in shape, see my friends or do any of the many other things that I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just sit on the fence for now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7260313740281879350?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7260313740281879350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7260313740281879350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7260313740281879350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7260313740281879350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/symptomatic.html' title='Symptomatic'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2175293517113023457</id><published>2008-02-18T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:16:00.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Californication</title><content type='html'>Despite the extenuating circumstances (sick mom, sick self, missing the trip to Italy), I couldn't resist seeing my boy so Friday I skipped out of work a little early and got the last seat on the 4pm out to LAX. One movie (Dan in real life) and one Real Simple cover to cover later I landed on the left coast for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greater LA area is apparently the land that the turn of the century forgot, as evidenced by the many roller skates, roller blades, skate boards, ska tattoos and many other things forgotten since the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also didn't get the memo that it's winter, which made it a nice weekend for walking on the beach, dipping our feet in the super cold Pacific water, and swimming in the heated pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to live far away, the beach is not a bad choice, given my feelings for the ocean. So far the jury is still out on LA, but spending a weekend with my boy? Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodbye? It hurt this time. I guess I got an up close reminder of what I'm missing every day of the week. As Rory said, there's nothing good about a goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2175293517113023457?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2175293517113023457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2175293517113023457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2175293517113023457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2175293517113023457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/californication.html' title='Californication'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7642737030570656255</id><published>2008-02-14T06:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:14:07.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Threes</title><content type='html'>Ever heard that things come in threes? Well, I'm hoping I'm done. First Danny's hospital visit, then my mom's (she's out now, by the way but no closer to knowing an answer) and I've missed the past two days of work because I was sick. Does sick count as a third? I hope so, because I really don't want to think that something else could be coming my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7642737030570656255?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7642737030570656255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7642737030570656255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7642737030570656255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7642737030570656255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/threes.html' title='Threes'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-10384876885294526</id><published>2008-02-11T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:45:52.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>When it rains</title><content type='html'>January was rough and it seems like February will continue with the onslaught. My new hobby will be visiting hospitals and waiting anxiously for doctors to get a clue and figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress of the past few weeks has started to take its toll on me. I'm coming down with something and facing increasing inertia while life goes on, with or without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-10384876885294526?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/10384876885294526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=10384876885294526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/10384876885294526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/10384876885294526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1826918938661753302</id><published>2008-02-07T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:35:05.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday I voted in the Georgia Primary. My mom and my sister voted too, it was their first time. It still made me as excited as it was last time, or even moreso, since my left leaning self is practically nonexistent in this red state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the political excitement has spurred dozens of political conversations at work. Outside of my little Ga Tech bubble, I see what this state is really made of. And it's red. Really red. Huckabee won this state, and I'm certain that my co-workers were essential in helping him out. At first I thought they were all joking about being such fans, but when I asked them about his bat-shit-craziness they were in denial. Even after seeing video, they were still denying what they had watched themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if someone could manufacture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been interesting... and will be until November, I'm guessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1826918938661753302?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1826918938661753302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1826918938661753302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1826918938661753302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1826918938661753302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday.html' title='Super Tuesday'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-320637035411848803</id><published>2008-02-05T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:25:20.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>Danny California</title><content type='html'>As of today I am officially in a cross-country long distance relationship. I left Danny at the terminal on my way to work this morning. I came home for the first time in a long time to an empty apartment, and I realized how much I appreciate his smiling face waiting for me at the end of a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's currently sitting in his new LA apartment and has already been out for walks on the beach. Yeah, I'm jealous and already I feel like I'm missing important and special experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the hectic February schedule, I'll get to see him briefly mid next week (because I've decided to fly out there for a night to break up the otherwise too long absence) and then after that it's when we meet up at Lake Tahoe to ski on Feb 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sad that he can't go to Rome with me next weekend. And that it happens to be over Valentine's day. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-320637035411848803?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/320637035411848803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=320637035411848803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/320637035411848803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/320637035411848803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/02/danny-california.html' title='Danny California'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7811855662962282258</id><published>2008-01-31T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:58:20.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Work Stress?</title><content type='html'>This week was rough at work. I'm not sure I signed up for stress after grad school. A 12 hour days back to back, plus dealing with the Boeing company flight test people, plus dealing with "Elmer Fudd" and the messes he creates for me daily made it one rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only 4 days long, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off on a "mini-break" skiing in Park City, Utah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7811855662962282258?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7811855662962282258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7811855662962282258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7811855662962282258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7811855662962282258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-stress.html' title='Work Stress?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4242639097348805416</id><published>2008-01-27T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:20:45.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5yOAkwCAAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwb7wxrWEJU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155413576024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5yOAkwCAAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwb7wxrWEJU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be the view from my second home. I must say, it's a nice consolation for the sucky situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be so tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4242639097348805416?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4242639097348805416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4242639097348805416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4242639097348805416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4242639097348805416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5yOAkwCAAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwb7wxrWEJU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6490270690908210883</id><published>2008-01-25T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:18:34.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Just a Girl In A Corporate World</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I have the hang of working in this big corporate environment, things surprise me. Like listening to the webconference of the earnings results and not understanding half the words that are being said (which is ok, cause neither did my boss), wondering if I should get an mba, deciding I never want to be that high up in a company and resenting all the stock holders asking the questions who probably make more than everyone in the room combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's always the feeling that I'm well cared for, more recently in the form of a huge lunch in the hanger. Which was awesome, especially since all of TechOps participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's seeing my work in the form of actual cost savings, being able to answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be difficult to give up, especially since I'm loving it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6490270690908210883?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6490270690908210883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6490270690908210883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6490270690908210883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6490270690908210883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-girl-in-corporate-world.html' title='Just a Girl In A Corporate World'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7510612922530756723</id><published>2008-01-24T19:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:06:27.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Cloudy</title><content type='html'>The past few days at work have been pretty good (a just short of stellar performance review, TechOps appreciation day, and seeing results from my efforts), but they've been overshadowed by the cloud that has now settled all around me. I don't have the energy to fight it right now, so I'll just let it sink down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7510612922530756723?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7510612922530756723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7510612922530756723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7510612922530756723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7510612922530756723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/cloudy.html' title='Cloudy'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7498623175820995969</id><published>2008-01-21T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:20:45.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on notice'/><title type='text'>On Notice, For the Heck of It</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't done one in a while. This might change as I give it more thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5Vf997nNmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n2gw1dHlF3w/s1600-h/OnNotice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158134466424026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5Vf997nNmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n2gw1dHlF3w/s200/OnNotice.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7498623175820995969?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7498623175820995969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7498623175820995969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7498623175820995969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7498623175820995969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-notice-for-heck-of-it.html' title='On Notice, For the Heck of It'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R5Vf997nNmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n2gw1dHlF3w/s72-c/OnNotice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4275673445203022726</id><published>2008-01-20T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:37:01.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alden and kaya'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Saturday brought even more snow. I got to play with Alden and Kaya, which was definitely a wish list item that was fulfilled, but at the same time snow ball fights aren't quite as fun without my boy. I'm afraid that I'll become incredibly lame and start missing out on life when he moves simply because I want to share most experiences with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some events have totally flipped around my travel plans and schedule for the next few months, and not necessarily in a bad way. I'm just sad I can't hop over to Japan sooner like I was hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hibernating due to the cold weather. Or the bad sinuses. Or the slump I'm in. Or the exhaustion for the past few weeks (how long can I use that one as an excuse?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should figure out which. Back to the tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4275673445203022726?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4275673445203022726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4275673445203022726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4275673445203022726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4275673445203022726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snow-part-2.html' title='Let it Snow, Part 2'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1591027998915189654</id><published>2008-01-16T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:40:55.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>Atlanta was dusted with some snow today. The weather people predicted nothing would happen in the city, but as it was the front came from the south so it first started dumping snow at work at about 4pm. It then proceeded to follow me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love standing in the falling snow. Looking up makes me feel like I'm in my own little snow globe. John, Danny and I had a snow ball fight and made a snow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments, fun and the way the world looks covered in the pure white was all that was on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1591027998915189654?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1591027998915189654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1591027998915189654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1591027998915189654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1591027998915189654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3388923150596013421</id><published>2008-01-15T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:14:13.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Inertia</title><content type='html'>I've been dealing with a serious case of inertia. After all the craziness that was Christmas, New Years, and Danny's stay at the hospital, and too much to do at work, maybe it's just my body dying for some down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I wasn't exactly moving at the speed of light before all of those events. In fact, I haven't been my usual 150mph self in quite some time. And when I attempted to be everywhere in the past few weeks, I struggled. It's as if my body knows that pushing myself at those limits causes problems and damage that takes months of rest, medication and treatment to recover from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I don't feel like myself. I hated leaving the hospital early one night because I was simply exhausted. I hate looking forward to activity in the afternoon then coming home exhausted and plopping down on the couch with some Gilmore girls for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my new self. It's hard to become accustomed to, especially since I feel so lazy. And since I've haven't participated or done tons of the things that I usually enjoy and that sustain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things will change when the stress of the unknown dies down and I settle into my new altered life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3388923150596013421?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3388923150596013421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3388923150596013421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3388923150596013421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3388923150596013421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/inertia.html' title='Inertia'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2168369863273503237</id><published>2008-01-05T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:33:06.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year in review'/><title type='text'>2007: Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out west, lived with a boy, worked a real job, graduated with my masters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year’s resolutions: stress less, lose the last 10-12 pounds, put myself first, do all those things I've always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully stressed less (by leaving ASDL), I lost more than 10 lbs (and proceeded to regain it all through depression), and traveled a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year: keep my house clean, eat better, be more active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Did someone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my kitty cougar count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bahamas, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Citis: Cinci, Philly, NYC, Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2, Dec 2, Benazir Bhutto’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating (again), kickin ass and taking names at Delta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being bullied by the ignorant, letting it get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was healthier than ever, but kept falling and skinning my knees when drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SKIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny, who always accepted me even when all I could do was cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Evans (my how things change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling, going out, paying off debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveling, going out west, going to NYC, skiing, my boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye Stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or hardened? happier.&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? richer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep, ride my bike, party, enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress out, work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gear, Colbert Report, Daily Show, Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d go with am extremely appalled by and disappointed in, but hate implies caring enough to feel strongly, and I don’t think that’s the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Borrowed, Daughter of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new skis! Ski boots, helmet and pants… see a theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those ipod alarm clock things (was on the list last year!), a tassimo coffee machine, a Bissell healthy home vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;30. Favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 24on March 13. I had to travel on my birthday, so I went out the night before. I was very upset that afternoon, and danny showed up at my door with gifts in tow and totally saved the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Less debt, a bigger apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! I don’t have enough clothes for work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I was insane for a while. A combination of Celexa and the best boy ever brought me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Hincapie (ok, so no one knows who he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is always difficult…. The corruption gets me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;37. Who do you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soulmate Melissa, my friend Sarah, Katina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Thompson and others from work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer from depression, which doesn’t make me a bad person. And I don’t always have to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2168369863273503237?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2168369863273503237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2168369863273503237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2168369863273503237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2168369863273503237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-year-in-review.html' title='2007: Year in Review'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7036545006240847899</id><published>2008-01-02T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:28:09.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonrev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Non-rev chronicles, continued</title><content type='html'>My non-reving karma must be completely gone. Aaron finally made it to New York while Danny and I ended up in Atlanta. We couldn't get to LGA that night, so we went home just to try again the next day. Our luggage went, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning the flight was pretty booked. Due to re-booking by some not so bright TYS ladies, we were no longer listed together. We told the guy we were in a party, but that didin't prevent him from cancelling and clearning one or the other a couple of times. Finally he just tells danny to get on the plane and find his own seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up in first class, which is great since daddy d owes me, but I'm sitting next to possibly the most disgusting person on the planet. Dressed and smelling like a bum, this guy obviously had a cold since he insisted on loudly snorting back his snot despite my donation of my entire pack of tissues to him. Not only that, but at one point he begins to cough, spits up his bagel, wipes it off and eats it again. Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back was no better. This time both of us were in steerage, and I was sitting next to a nice oal captain until the most enormous black man I've ever seen squeezes himself down the aisle with his wife to the back of the 757. He won't fit in the seat, so much so that when the armrests are down the best he can do is sit on top of them. His wife ends up in the window, him the middle and me on the aisle, armrest-less. This guy proves to be just as enormous of a jackass as he is in size, from telling the flight attendents how to do their jobs, complaining about having to hold his breathe that the seat is too small, and pulling the racism card on several subjects. Not only that, but he tries to impress by sharing all of his aerospace knowledge, including wake turbulence and shear ("man, did you feel that wind shear?") His poor wife wasn't feeling well, evidently due to "altitude sickness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the airplane didn't fail to pressurize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be home and in the ATL for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7036545006240847899?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7036545006240847899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7036545006240847899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7036545006240847899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7036545006240847899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2008/01/non-rev-chronicles-continued.html' title='Non-rev chronicles, continued'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6523651511797160797</id><published>2007-12-29T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:19:12.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonrev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Non-rev Sucky Experience #1</title><content type='html'>Danny, Aaron and I are currently sitting in the Knoxville airport. We've been here since 5:30am and it's likely we won't leave until 5:45. 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 6 am direct flight to la guardia was overweight, so they left us off. Since then, between some great planning by Delta Connection and some awesome shafting by some gate agents, we've missed each flight since. Each flight has been oversold and/or overweight, and when there were two seats the awesome agent Bell offered them to a family (who declined) but refused to give them to us. No rewards points from me are coming her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 545 flight is wide open, which will put us into LaGuardia at 12am. And to bed at around 1 or 1:30. After we got up at 4:30 to catch our wide open, overweight flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame CRJs. And Wendy Boone. And the best gate agent ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ny, Ny... I'm trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6523651511797160797?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6523651511797160797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6523651511797160797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6523651511797160797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6523651511797160797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/non-rev-sucky-experience-1.html' title='Non-rev Sucky Experience #1'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8214761828733069743</id><published>2007-12-26T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:51:48.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>So this is what it will be like come February. Just me and Piper. All of the things that I tell myself to make myself feel better will turn into things I miss. I won't come home anymore to a boy collecting coke and beer cans on my coffee table. No more grocery shopping and cooking dinner together, no more spooning, no more personal heater and no more big smile in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself that it'll be nice to have a clean apartment, to not have a reason to rush home from work everyday, that it'll free up time for hobbies, reading, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, nothing will make up for the absence of my beloved squatter.  And, until February, I have lots of time to dwell on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8214761828733069743?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8214761828733069743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8214761828733069743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8214761828733069743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8214761828733069743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8128444014570342236</id><published>2007-12-25T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:53:38.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Stress</title><content type='html'>This holiday season was stressful. I usually enjoy Christmas shopping and wrapping. I'm on top of it all, finished weeks ahead of time, nothing missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't have finished at all. Between work and graduation and seeing everyone, I only had one evening to go shopping before leaving town. I had to leave her and my mom a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now understand why people worry about gaining weight. This is also the first time that I've felt like I've been eating for the past few weeks. There was food at work everywhere everyday between "grazing" and lunches with all different groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm glad it's over with. Now I'm ready for the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8128444014570342236?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8128444014570342236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8128444014570342236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8128444014570342236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8128444014570342236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-stress.html' title='Holiday Stress'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7741485969229105133</id><published>2007-12-10T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:41:17.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Hey Sonny! Get a Clue!</title><content type='html'>I voted for Mark Taylor last year. The current governor, who won instead, CONTINUES to give me reasons to despise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What? Surplus? &lt;a href="http://hopelessingeorgia.com/"&gt;Yeah, let's keep reducing HOPE benefits&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://new.savannahnow.com/node/411158"&gt;Especially since we know the lottery isn't profitable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. What? Surplus? &lt;a href="http://www.perduewatch.com/blog/index.cfm?Fuseaction=ViewBlog&amp;amp;BlogTopicID=2010"&gt;No, the kids don't need healthcare&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. What? No water??? Should we do something about it? &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-rain14nov14,1,579823.story?coll=la-headlines-nation"&gt;Nah! We'll just pray&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4. What? No water? &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/wireless/content/business/stories/2007/12/04/PerdueOutlook_1205.html"&gt;Economy heading towards recession&lt;/a&gt;? Should I work on it? &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/services/content/sports/uga/stories/2007/12/08/gimmefive_1209.html?cxtype=rss&amp;amp;cxsvc=7&amp;amp;cxcat=21"&gt;No, I'm going to complain about football instead&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7741485969229105133?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7741485969229105133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7741485969229105133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7741485969229105133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7741485969229105133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-sonny-get-clue.html' title='Hey Sonny! Get a Clue!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-662279656887916314</id><published>2007-12-06T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:03:55.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>If Danny and I were to have a christmas tree, it would be &lt;a href="http://www.unboundedition.com/content/view/3513/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-662279656887916314?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/662279656887916314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=662279656887916314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/662279656887916314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/662279656887916314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-5798625992608627293</id><published>2007-12-02T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:20:46.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>1 Year</title><content type='html'>It was a drzzly day many moons ago when some friends decided to take a trip to Jacksonville to support their football team. They stayed in a creepy hotel, got wet at the exciting 9-6 loss, and got drunk at the Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two found out they liked each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R1VWF3o4FqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cb2JvdxcQgQ/s1600-h/2084469533_69ee7dfe52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R1VWF3o4FqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cb2JvdxcQgQ/s200/2084469533_69ee7dfe52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140109208548021922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Year Anniversary Flowers (accompanied by chocolate and a nice fondue dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-5798625992608627293?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5798625992608627293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=5798625992608627293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5798625992608627293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5798625992608627293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-year.html' title='1 Year'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/R1VWF3o4FqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cb2JvdxcQgQ/s72-c/2084469533_69ee7dfe52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7747107640202239706</id><published>2007-11-26T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:44:22.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Good News Football</title><content type='html'>Today featured Chan Gailey (finally) being fired and me acquiring awesome tickets to the SEC Championship on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7747107640202239706?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7747107640202239706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7747107640202239706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7747107640202239706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7747107640202239706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-news-football.html' title='Good News Football'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-333549159327376055</id><published>2007-11-23T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:04:27.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>I have the best job ever</title><content type='html'>Yes, I get 2% towards my 401k then they match 100% of the next 5% that I contribute. Yes, the flight benefits are awesome. Yes, most of my coworkers are awesome. But those aren't the only reasons my job is awesome. For an aviation nerd, it doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday, after going straight to work from the flight back from Brazil (in business class), a coworker informed me in the morning of a flight test on an airplane in my fleet an asked if I wanted to go. I almost turned them down: I'd just spent the entire night on a plane. But, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being a great experience. I got to sit in the cockpit for takeoff, run around (which made me a little motionsick, especially during the turns) to help troubleshoot, and after that was done enjoy some peanuts (which I tasted for the rest of the day) and Sex and the City reruns in the comfort of business class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I get paid for this. To have fun. It's better than I could have hoped for.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-279e2f97562de57" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0279e2f97562de57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3124502A04069ADD382A4617E1B76CB2BB642EBB.750D064333237EF7B120228139888077F9726CF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D279e2f97562de57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkehjYtE6GDCCirbvQM6TJtuFo2E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0279e2f97562de57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427848%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3124502A04069ADD382A4617E1B76CB2BB642EBB.750D064333237EF7B120228139888077F9726CF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D279e2f97562de57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkehjYtE6GDCCirbvQM6TJtuFo2E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-333549159327376055?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=279e2f97562de57&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/333549159327376055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=333549159327376055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/333549159327376055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/333549159327376055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-best-job-ever.html' title='I have the best job ever'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2475908380716959595</id><published>2007-11-21T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:36:22.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>The Motherland</title><content type='html'>I have returned from the Motherland. The trip was rushed, I didn't even get a chance to visit my hometown or any of the numerous Jesuses that Brasil is so famous for. I did however get to use my portuguese, eat til I was sick, enjoy those foods that I miss and meet family and friends that I adored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to leave and I can't wait to go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2475908380716959595?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2475908380716959595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2475908380716959595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2475908380716959595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2475908380716959595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/motherland.html' title='The Motherland'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2680838717289041610</id><published>2007-11-15T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:54:53.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Inagural International Non-rev Attempt: Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>The ticket guy in the employe service center confirmed that we would be in business class, but I still didn't want to count my chickens, considering how unlucky I tend to be. Upon arrival I checked the ship number and sure enough, it was one of mine. Funny... I somewhat remembered that tail number for some reason. Some research told me that this was the plane that diverted last week for oil loss. Goody. At least it was fixed! Anyway, off we went in seat 1F and 1G. Everyone was right. There's no other way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little emotional. All that work, all that time busting my ass. Never an idea that it would lead to flying first class for free to visit my family for the first time in two decades. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were handed champagne when we sat down, we had a five course meal complete with a menu, wine, a linen table cloth for the tray table, real china and silverware, linen napkins and even our own personal salt and pepper shakers. And you're given a little travel kit with eye shades, socks, toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion and chapstick. So, following many glasses of champagne, red wine and port, I passed out (fully reclined, no less) in the middle of Hairspray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke over cloudy Brasil. I didn't see a thing until final approach. A little trip to the duty free shops and the acquisition of some cubans for boy and we were on our way. 5 hours, some traffic and a lot of ghetto later we arrived in the town that most of my family lives in, called Pouso Alegre. Following a massive lunch with some friends of my Grandma, we went to my great grandma's house to say hello. Four generations of the women in my family, sitting there all together. That was something else, even though she's not completely lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nap and dinner with my great uncle and aunt finished out the day. Now this whole time difference and not sleeping thing is catching up to me, so it's bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still investigating that whole toilet flushing backwards thing. Thanks to boy for the reminder. And it seems that every town features a "big Jesus," aka a large "Cristo Redentor" statue. I still want to see the real one, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back comes my native language...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2680838717289041610?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2680838717289041610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2680838717289041610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2680838717289041610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2680838717289041610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/inagural-international-non-rev-attempt.html' title='Inagural International Non-rev Attempt: Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8866908890876941684</id><published>2007-11-14T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:09:35.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Return to the Motherland</title><content type='html'>Today I embark on my first international attempt at non-reving (slang for using those flight benefits.) And, most appropriately, my inagural trip will be my long awaited return to the motherland south of the equator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it in ways and not in others. I get to meet family and hopefully learn more about myself. It will be quick, and I have to return to work just 1.5 hours after we land Monday morning. I'll only get to see &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jadevisuals/1445059457/in/set-72157602146723301/"&gt;little Jesus&lt;/a&gt;, not &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christ_the_Redeemer_%28statue%29"&gt;big ass Jesus&lt;/a&gt;. Not to mention that my travel companion and I tend to butt heads a lot. Good thing my next therapy session is Tuesday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will remember things that I have forgotten. Perhaps my portuguese will come rushing back to me. Perhaps I'll acquire an obscene amount of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8866908890876941684?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8866908890876941684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8866908890876941684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8866908890876941684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8866908890876941684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/return-to-motherland.html' title='Return to the Motherland'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7295479027852292261</id><published>2007-11-08T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:48:04.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Busy-ness</title><content type='html'>I guess it's the holiday season... and that means the craziness has set in. Well, actually it's been crazy for awhile, but it's about to get busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend: Danny's interviewing in Cali while I'm having a girly weekend with some of my favorite gals at the Biltmore House in Asheville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: Back to the motherland on Thursday to meet some peeps and retrieve the grandmother for Thanksgiving while Danny interviews with Orbital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 24: GT-UGA! &lt;br /&gt;Nov 30: Luciana's art show in Savannah&lt;br /&gt;Dec 1: Thanksgiving part 2 with the TN people&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2: The 1 year anniversary of me and the D Brady (can you believe it???)&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7: Hopping party at the Atlanta Hilton thrown by a customer&lt;br /&gt;Dec 14: Graduation #2&lt;br /&gt;Dec 15-17: Graduation Trip?&lt;br /&gt;Dec 26?/New Years: Probably to New York to see Kristy, ski and party!&lt;br /&gt;January: The Land of the rising sun (mark your calendar, Wendy!) and back to Hartford to visit Sarah for her bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between there I have to work, find a dress for the party, acquire some ski boots and try not to let my apartment become even messier than it already is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to feeling like myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7295479027852292261?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7295479027852292261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7295479027852292261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7295479027852292261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7295479027852292261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-ness.html' title='Busy-ness'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3541040608985013422</id><published>2007-11-07T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:02:01.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>When It Rains</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days. Those ones where you're dragging ass and that makes you late and you arrive to a gazillion voice mail messages to answer and meetings to attend and questions to answer and when you get a chance to finally take a minute to breathe and look at the clock you realize it’s almost time to go home. And it hits you. How exhausting and complicated getting people from A to B safely really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3541040608985013422?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3541040608985013422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3541040608985013422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3541040608985013422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3541040608985013422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-rains.html' title='When It Rains'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4085925707118041627</id><published>2007-11-05T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:57:09.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day at the DAL</title><content type='html'>It's so freakin freezing in this place that my nose keeps running. It gets even colder on the way to the bathroom, so much so that I like to go there and let my hands run just a little under the warm water when I'm washing them. Yeah, ok, not too much since Georgia is running out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered a task that is usually in the like such as man's jurisdiction since he's out today (not that that's a bad thing.) When I finished I called up the person who it was for to tell him it was done, to which he replied "thanks, Kiddo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4085925707118041627?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4085925707118041627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4085925707118041627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4085925707118041627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4085925707118041627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-day-at-dal.html' title='Another Day at the DAL'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-9155894788976827156</id><published>2007-10-31T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:47:31.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>This week I experienced work stress like I hadn’t in quite some time. I forgot what it’s like to be that stressed. I didn’t handle it as well as I used to. Before I cracked I could handle days and weeks in that state. That’s what ASDL was. So much stamina and triple venti lattes to do everything that everyone asked and eventually came to expect of me. I don’t have that strength anymore. Just a couple of days of heavy workload and I’m done. Today my mind is wasted. I remember nothing. I can’t pay attention. I’m broken. I need a day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-9155894788976827156?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9155894788976827156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=9155894788976827156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/9155894788976827156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/9155894788976827156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-2497155307256898602</id><published>2007-10-23T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:42:11.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Today I went to go meet my new head doctor. I must admit I've become attached to my current one and am sad to leave her, but I have a good feeling about this one (especially since she was recommended by the current one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meeting is just an overview get-to-know-you type deal where I try to summarize all that's in my life and why I feel like continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and in doing so I felt extremely lucky. I've accomplished a lot. I don't only have a job, I have an important job that I enjoy. I'm independent. Financially secure (or well on my way.) Accomplished (trilingual too!) A boy that I'm crazy about. Enough friends that counting by fingers and toes won't suffice: friends old and new, girl friends friends and guy friends, friends from work and from school, from near and far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me think. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have problems or need medication. What does it take to have it together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I will continue, until the crying over spilled milk goes away and the little things no longer send me into a free fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll figure out more along the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-2497155307256898602?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2497155307256898602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=2497155307256898602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2497155307256898602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/2497155307256898602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1512210965626972832</id><published>2007-10-19T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:59:26.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Flight</title><content type='html'>"When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return."&lt;br /&gt;-DaVinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I drive to the airport, go through the mess that is security, sit and wait, often on a late flight or maintenance, deal with the crowds, the people who can't read, I still love the flying part. I request the window seat (when I have the luxury of choosing, which doesn't happen too often when you fly standby) and spend most of the flight with my nose pressed to the window, despit knowng that  my neck will cramp up later. When there are cities to look at, ocean, or even when there's nothing to see but sky. Or dark, with the lights of all the other airplanes in our crowded skies twinkling in the void or watching the spiderwebs of cities spreading out beneath me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1512210965626972832?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1512210965626972832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1512210965626972832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1512210965626972832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1512210965626972832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/flight.html' title='Flight'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4991871654160587993</id><published>2007-10-08T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:59:18.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>Airport. Airplane. Up in the clouds. Another (crappy American) rental car, another hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the road again for work. This time it’s better. Or worse. Waiting in the crown room with the boss, bud light in hand (at 2pm)? A plus. Traveling with the like such as man? Definitely a minus. Marriott? Step up from Cinci. Food? Yum. Open bar? Even better, I need another glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my industry now. Without meaning to, I have stepped into a life. This isn’t just a jumping point, just something to pass the time while I figure stuff out. There is pride involved with getting people from A to B safely. There is concern when one of the ship numbers I know so well shows up on the pager. There is knowledge I’ve accumulated in my few short months, acquaintances I have made, ideas I have developed,. There is knowledge to be gained from the people who have been in this industry longer than I’ve been alive. They leave big shoes to fill, so much to inherit. There is room for improvement. So much that I could give with my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my industry now. And it fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4991871654160587993?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4991871654160587993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4991871654160587993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4991871654160587993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4991871654160587993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8830836323488472312</id><published>2007-10-04T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:13:43.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><title type='text'>More ups and downs</title><content type='html'>The week ended with more ups and downs and so it continues. Today I'm at home on a personal day because boy is really sick and I am really worried. Despite it all, here I am, fretting over him and trying to do whatever I can to make sure he gets better asap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, his being sick will ruin all of my weekend plans. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8830836323488472312?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8830836323488472312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8830836323488472312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8830836323488472312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8830836323488472312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-ups-and-downs.html' title='More ups and downs'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-5349616712885567425</id><published>2007-09-28T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:10:52.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>September 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down: No ge90 pic&lt;br /&gt;Further: asshole tendencies&lt;br /&gt;Up: Ge90 pic!&lt;br /&gt;Down: bigger asshole tendencies&lt;br /&gt;Up: hearing from Mrs Sanders&lt;br /&gt;Up: chilling with the girls, open bar at the Reds game&lt;br /&gt;Down: boy, lack of commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of those people who likes drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-5349616712885567425?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5349616712885567425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=5349616712885567425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5349616712885567425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/5349616712885567425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-7404712209016929014</id><published>2007-09-25T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:04:34.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Training... or torture?</title><content type='html'>Today was torture. I didn't sleep well last night, added to the exhaustion from my extended trip on sunday and I completely passed out during the second lecture today. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning;s speaker was good, but it was downhill from there. Lunch was even worse than yesterday: salads. Seriously? Hey large rather wealthy corporation who owns everything: you can do better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I know everything they're talking about when they talk about design, etc. The mechanical stuff... not so much. And it's been hard to pay attention... Too bad that's the stuff I need to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, yesterday's entertainment was D&amp;B and tonights was this awesome authentic German brewery thing, of which there are only two in the world. Good beer, good brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days down, 2.5 to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-7404712209016929014?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7404712209016929014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=7404712209016929014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7404712209016929014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/7404712209016929014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/training-or-torture.html' title='Training... or torture?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-6465388306269860890</id><published>2007-09-24T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:40:31.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Tired and Toothpaste-less</title><content type='html'>Despite relative good luck non-reving up til this point (story to come soon), yesterday was a pain in the butt. I arrived at the airport 45 minutes before my flight, only to be told that I couldn't check my bag. Forgetting that there was a reason I wanted to check it, I tried to go through security. Oh yeah... the 6 oz things I packed. Oops. Not sure of the rules about skipping security when on business travel, I go out, get rid of stuff and go back through only to find that my plane has dispatched early leaving me and 6 other passengers sitting at the gate while they are pushed back and loading baggage. The next flight wasn't until 530, while my co-workers, who conveniently had the rental car, arrived in Cinci at 6pm. I arrived at the hotel at 9pm, after landing at 7 and taking a shuttle that took the scenic route out to nowhere, where GE is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, because of a tube of toothpaste and some shampoo. It's wasteful, thinking about the thousands of people who end up having to throw away perfectly usable stuff, not to mention that the terrorists are probably laughing at the barefoot oblivious americans while they plot something else that we couldn't possibly think to prevent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-6465388306269860890?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6465388306269860890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=6465388306269860890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6465388306269860890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/6465388306269860890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/tired-and-toothpaste-less.html' title='Tired and Toothpaste-less'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1808901393178508319</id><published>2007-09-11T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:33:00.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Tardiness</title><content type='html'>I've been gradually leaving the apartment later and later for work every morning. Monday is was 7:05. Not ideal when my goal is be there between 7 and 715. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was definitely the worst. Last night was rough, I woke up around 2:30 am with a sinus headached. I decided to take some drugs and a hot shower to make it go away, which was successful. And, since I got a head start on my morning routine, I delayed my alarm to 5:55am (from the usual 5:30.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all fine... except instead of hitting snooze, I hit dismiss. Next thing I know, it's 7:45am. I leave at 8am (no breakfast, no makeup, etc) and get caught in really crappy traffic. Who knew it got that bad? I finally arrived at 8:30am... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and proceeded to stay til almost 6. It's a good thing I work a 9-80, because 8 hour days wouldn't be long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1808901393178508319?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1808901393178508319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1808901393178508319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1808901393178508319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1808901393178508319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/tardiness.html' title='Tardiness'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4023777582766147942</id><published>2007-09-04T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:28:27.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>I visited the psychiatrist again last Friday. I just can't seem to get moving in the afternoons, which kinda defeats the purpose of having an awesome job where I get home early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it seems like most of my symptoms have receeded, but that the funny thing is that people usually get their energy to do things before their motivation. I have motivation... I think... but when I get home, it seems like all the energy and momentum is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since I've started working, so I figured I should be more or less adjusted by now, but it just isn't happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my lazy-bumness has been a disappointment for many friends, which makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4023777582766147942?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4023777582766147942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4023777582766147942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4023777582766147942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4023777582766147942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3954876087478463356</id><published>2007-08-29T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:25:04.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><title type='text'>Cat Lady</title><content type='html'>I have always loved kitties, thus have always been at risk for cat lady syndrome. Well, now I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new houseguest, Piper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lcarneiro/1245499418/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/1245499418_a878141181_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="0826072236a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she likes it, she will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3954876087478463356?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3954876087478463356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3954876087478463356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3954876087478463356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3954876087478463356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/cat-lady.html' title='Cat Lady'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/1245499418_a878141181_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4005373837200181637</id><published>2007-08-29T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:17:36.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Immaturity Ensues</title><content type='html'>And so the running away continues. The blocking, the threats about cops and restraining orders. As if any of these actions are a way of handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocking and threatening won't change the status quo, or the past. It does, however, change how people view them. They go from this cool person to a complete drama queen. Hey, that's their perogative I suppose, but you'd think one would not want people to view them like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the rumors are flying. Big blue balls? Preganancy? Mommy found a girl she approved of and arranged things? I love that of all the things I've heard, none of them have anything to do with happiness or being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this lends much to my amusement... in between everything else that's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4005373837200181637?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4005373837200181637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4005373837200181637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4005373837200181637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4005373837200181637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/immaturity-ensues.html' title='Immaturity Ensues'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-8323920564972738212</id><published>2007-08-26T12:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:42:39.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places we'll go!</title><content type='html'>My flight benefits kick in Friday. I'm so excited... so is everyone I know who get to indulge with me. On the agenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: Memphis, Cincinnati (for work), Mom's going to Brasil&lt;br /&gt;October: Japan (to see Wendy!!), Harftord for work&lt;br /&gt;November: Brasil&lt;br /&gt;February: Carnival in Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the list:&lt;br /&gt;Bulgaria (to see Krista!)&lt;br /&gt;Italy, Spain and probably the rest of Europe&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;Skiing at (but not limited to) Tahoe, SLC, Denver, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of the best benefits ever, especially for those who love to travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-8323920564972738212?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8323920564972738212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=8323920564972738212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8323920564972738212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/8323920564972738212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-places-well-go.html' title='Oh the places we&apos;ll go!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-960442221159358674</id><published>2007-08-25T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:49:22.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Crash Course in Corporate Culture</title><content type='html'>Not only is this my first real career based job, it is also my first time working for a large company. There are so many organizational charts and trees, with me at the very bottom. I have a manager, a senior manager, he has a manager, then there's the Sr VP of the division. And he reports to someone else who reports to someone else who reports to the CEO. If I wanted to climb the ladder, that's a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never imagined myself in this sort of situation, but I imagine it had to happen given the industry. So, given that I'm a novice to the world of corporate culture, this past week handed me a crash course, covering several different topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the announcement of a new CEO. It caught many in the organization by surprise. Me? I'm new, I still don't know what's going on. Many had an allegiance to the young COO who captured the hearts of the employees during bankruptcy. Others had hoped for the CFO, who is a little more seasoned and also has quite a following, to take the helm. Many were shocked when the news hit that we're getting someone from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My general manager called a meeting to discuss the transition with our team. I appreciated his candor. Many expressed disappointment that it wasn't an "inside job." This organization prides itself on the ability of its workers to climb the ranks, to make a career for themselves. Bringing in an outsider cast doubt on many's hopes. Some, including the co-worker whose job I am inheriting, grab onto the negative: look where he worked previously, what people have heard about him. Others, including the coworker I hope will become my mentor, have a more objective perspective. The COO is young. The new CEO has a lot of experience, he did a good job previously considering the circumstances. Me? I guess I am lucky to have objectivity. My allegiances are growing, but I'm not extremely emotionally involved yet. The new guy? We'll wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon brought a meeting request from the Sr Vice President of my division. The entrance into bankruptcy brought a lot of job cuts and shifting within the organization, but no reducement in work. This has overloaded the workers in my division. The managers say we're 10 bodies short of a lean organization. The Sr VP wanted to discuss the work load concerns. He was amused that I've only been with the company for a few weeks. He was awesome, I left with a warm and fuzzy feeling. He talked about values as an organization. How safety and compliance comes first, no matter what. Not even if it means delays and unloading a/c full of people. He talked about how we work as a team, about the importance of integrity, dignity and respect. But his last point took it home for me. He said we're a family, and that no member should ever get left behind, for any reason. Personal reasons, anything. He said he would break every rule in the book to make sure that our "family" is taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of overpaid CEOs, this made me feel much better. I could've worked anywhere else. The benefits are beyond awesome, second to none in the industry. But not only that, now I can rest easy about my management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I ended up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-960442221159358674?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/960442221159358674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=960442221159358674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/960442221159358674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/960442221159358674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/crash-course-in-corporate-culture.html' title='Crash Course in Corporate Culture'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-171923972085688353</id><published>2007-08-24T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:04:49.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy:&lt;/span&gt; i would refuse to accept a ring that was meant for another girl&lt;br /&gt;that's just cheap and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed... unless one is old and desperate. Either way, forever another girl will wear a ring that was inspired by me. Flattering for me, pathetic for her. And for the guy who can't think up of something else to give the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too amusing. Things can turn out better than you could ever hope or plan for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-171923972085688353?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/171923972085688353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=171923972085688353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/171923972085688353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/171923972085688353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-1396375265873792825</id><published>2007-08-24T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:19:24.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>He had me at Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last fall was rough on me. I was going through a major bought of at that time undiagnosed depression. Will was gone a lot. I was under a lot of pressure, from school, from work, from Will. I was lonely. When he was around, it was a constant struggle of fighting his schedule. I was tired of compromising what I wanted and needed for a bicycle. Could I just dictate when we went and left, just once? Sure, personal goals are important. But maybe when someone is sinking, a little more effort should be given to them. I should've known when he deserted me the first time. Who does that? I forgave, only for it to happen again. If I married this man, would I be left alone when times got rough, simply because he "couldn't handle it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a desperate attempt to keep my head above water, I forced myself to go and meet new people. Maybe they could cure the loneliness. They were wonderful, always willing to go out. I grabbed onto new things: racquetball, game night, you name it. I made more friends than ever. I grew tired of being asked where my boyfriend was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people lifted me. They didn't know the dark me, they just knew that I was ready for fun. I became the social coordinator. And Danny, he became the first one to respond to my ideas and always show up. I adored his attitude, that he'd rather go out and do something, anything, than sit at home. I couldn't help but be attracted to his fun-loving, easygoing, good-natured personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. I was so close to getting what I wanted: a husband whom I could always count on. Who could offer me the unconditional love and support that I had been lacking. But, Will wasn't it. It wasn't unconditional. I was expected to fawn over every attempt, to be deliriously happy when he walked in the door. Impossible for someone stuggling to keep their head above water, for someone struggling to keep their mind on the right path and control their mood. He didn't understand. There was more pressure, more guilt trips for not being happy. Like in that movie, I believed that a man has to be able to put his wife first. I had absolutely no confidence or evidence that would suggest that Will was capable of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to spend more time with the people who were more accepting of me. My feelings changed, but it was hard to let go. It always had been. He was the first person to give me a glimpse at what true support can be like, and that was invaluable to me. Too bad it had to fit into his schedule and life plans, not when I needed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still so unsure of my decision. Then one day, a sign that I had made the right choice. Christmas day, a message of good wishes from one, nothing from the other. Not surprising, but enough to confirm my suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this day I know that I made the right decision and I have no regrets. Especially given Will's new tendency to be a drama queen and his inability to handle things like an adult. I've had two serious meltdowns with Danny, one on an anniversary. Instead of being upset and giving me a guilt trip about not being happy, he just gave me some of the best hugs I've ever gotten. These meltdowns aren't held against me. He'll sit on the couch with me when I'm down, just watching tv, just accepting. He says not everyone can be strong all the time. This "kid" impressed me with his understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be able to be myself. And we've had so much fun, with so much more on the horizon. Skiing, cruising, golfing, playing tennis, partying. With so much more to come, especially with flight benefits kicking in. We match so well on our opinions of when to miss out and when to sacrifice for a life-long memory. The companion pass? Yeah, that would've been wasted on Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-1396375265873792825?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1396375265873792825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=1396375265873792825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1396375265873792825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/1396375265873792825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-had-me-at-merry-christmas.html' title='He had me at Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-3860148582163290987</id><published>2007-08-23T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:15:22.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coming and Going</title><content type='html'>While my most favoritest person on the planet has departed for a brief trip up to the land of not so f-ing hot, one of my other favorites has just returned from a prolonged absence. That makes me really happy, especially since after getting an email from me, they called at 7am to check-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all could use a little more consideration and love like that in our lives, but I'm not going to lie. I'm in extra need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I'm blessed with many who are willing to pick up the slack from the others who constantly let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-3860148582163290987?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3860148582163290987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=3860148582163290987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3860148582163290987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/3860148582163290987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/coming-and-going.html' title='Coming and Going'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9587110.post-4047762135640161729</id><published>2007-08-21T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:12:59.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Released</title><content type='html'>After catching wind of my "late" night yesterday, my manager insisted that I go home early, immediately after our meeting to go over the results of the late night. This was at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home, so as you can see that didn't happen. When it rains it pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in a nutshell, I am now working girl.&lt;br /&gt;Right now working girl is going to go sit her ass on the couch and eat cookie dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9587110-4047762135640161729?l=flieshigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4047762135640161729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9587110&amp;postID=4047762135640161729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4047762135640161729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9587110/posts/default/4047762135640161729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flieshigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/released.html' title='Released'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937022342364325263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGdJ9Rxkzgo/SWqh3tNclZI/AAAAAAAAAos/KDxaDi7sTdU/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
