<?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-13052830</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:20:56.374-08:00</updated><category term='hypochondriac'/><title type='text'>Are you my mother?</title><subtitle type='html'>I live in California but always dream of living in the mountains or back east.  Maine preferrably.  but Tahoe most likely.  I have a hundred pound dog whom i adore and i'd say vice-versa but he's very selfish.  : ) i think i did that.  I don't eat meat anymore because factory farming is destroying our lives.  And, of course, I don't think animals like to be eaten.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>862</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6887022472827699977</id><published>2012-01-29T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:20:56.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays and Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>They'd be my favorite day if it wasn't preceding a work day.  
I just cleaned the shit out of my house and car.  Did laundry, packed my bike, scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen and now i'm going to tackle a little of the back yard.  And i do it all sober now.  Change is good.  
i did my taxes last week too and for the first time as a homeowner (WTF?) i'm getting a significant amount of money back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6887022472827699977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6887022472827699977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/sundays-and-tidbits.html' title='Sundays and Tidbits'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5014666590725862793</id><published>2012-01-27T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:50:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my republican friends...</title><summary type='text'>...and since i'm part republican (only in beliefs; not votes) I can see a little truth in the silliness.



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5014666590725862793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5014666590725862793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-my-republican-friends.html' title='Love my republican friends...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_W4dq3POyM/TyK5Rp69VsI/AAAAAAAAD2g/3VOJFUeYj_s/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5459423130746634559</id><published>2012-01-26T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:55:07.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offsite Day!</title><summary type='text'>What does that mean, you ask?  It means a morning of doing all I want at a pace a turtle would love.  Full pot of coffee, a run, Yoga, Kody's park walk, shower AND time to do my hair and then a pretty stress-free drive in...AND it's Thursday??  Life barely gets better than this.

I have the most awesomest therapist that i've pretty much ever had.  and i've had a barrel full.  She's about my age, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5459423130746634559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5459423130746634559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/offsite-day.html' title='Offsite Day!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6022472570039922886</id><published>2012-01-25T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:37:09.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman</title><summary type='text'>


That was totally fun.  It felt good to get out and do something productive.  To myself, I mean.  After class, Drew and I went off on our own and found some great walls.  And when i say 'great'﻿ I mean all grabby rock things have big-ass hooks in them so you can climb the wall like spider man.  The last wall we climbed was like a wall full of nipples. damn near impossible.  



This is Shara </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6022472570039922886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6022472570039922886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/spiderman.html' title='spiderman'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7366497168702320921</id><published>2012-01-24T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:41:14.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipeworks Posse</title><summary type='text'>
okay NOW we're going rock climbing....boyz not included in pix.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7366497168702320921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7366497168702320921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pipeworks-posse.html' title='Pipeworks Posse'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYgvVG_3MHY/Tx9BW9HhCYI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/B0bNoyfFdLg/s72-c/rockclimbers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6602444478798042849</id><published>2012-01-23T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:07:42.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha....</title><summary type='text'>


﻿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6602444478798042849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6602444478798042849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/hahaha.html' title='hahaha....'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1YHyfCph0I/Tx2vtMSx_VI/AAAAAAAAD2I/6JykVyXlVEA/s72-c/wino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-720609584213654040</id><published>2012-01-21T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:09:36.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Bubble...</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/720609584213654040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/720609584213654040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/trouble-bubble.html' title='Trouble Bubble...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbVBCrI7fB4/Txr_VFAlPeI/AAAAAAAAD2A/SMvQuonF_b8/s72-c/trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8426933355604205272</id><published>2012-01-20T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:39:47.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><summary type='text'>I’m a very conscientious driver. I always thank people who let me in and I stay very aware of my surroundings.


Now don’t confuse that with GOOD driver…I am not a good driver. And although I’ve never been in an accident, I’ve caused a few.

One of my pet peeves is people who are oblivious to their surroundings and assume everyone around them is a mind reader. Blinkers. They are in your car for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8426933355604205272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8426933355604205272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3709433543960258988</id><published>2012-01-18T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:08:42.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><summary type='text'>
I'm going rock climbing tonight with Nick and Drew.  I've rock climbed before many years ago and i really, really love it.  I think if other things didn't get in the way, I certainly would have been an avid rock climber.



Course I would have been a stripper too if i had a great body.



When i think of rock climbing, I always think of this video.  i've seen it 8,000 times and i STILL laugh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3709433543960258988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3709433543960258988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5669030604785218834</id><published>2012-01-17T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:41:56.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it...</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5669030604785218834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5669030604785218834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-it.html' title='Love it...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCOgBnFBdp0/TxWWur6Y1-I/AAAAAAAAD10/fIWrMqyXGYE/s72-c/love+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1890700797966946013</id><published>2012-01-15T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:08:45.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeee Haaaw...</title><summary type='text'>got my hair done yesterday and courtney asked me "so what's new in your life?"  I thought for a good 30 / 45 seconds and said "Absolutely nothing".

I immediately texted Kelly to plan our Texas trip.  we leave on the 10th of february and i'm gonna kiss me some cowboys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1890700797966946013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1890700797966946013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeee-haaaw.html' title='Yeee Haaaw...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-304007053936551961</id><published>2012-01-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T05:36:51.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrrryyyy......no wait.  NEVILLE!</title><summary type='text'> Check out the AWESOME christmas present from me bro....it weighs about 738 pounds.





 and....HILARIOUUUUS.



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/304007053936551961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/304007053936551961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/harrrryyyyno-wait-neville.html' title='Harrrryyyy......no wait.  NEVILLE!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-389xZ10ry3Y/Tww-qGTFagI/AAAAAAAAD1s/RYgsC-6EXvU/s72-c/harry+potter+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6433634014055935398</id><published>2012-01-08T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:10:56.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title free since 83</title><summary type='text'>I've been neglecting my dog for too long so Saturday was his day.   Well...he got two hours...don't want to overdo it.  I went to Starbucks (me first) and then drove over to the dog park off Ramona.  We walked around that (not in it because Kody is a prick) and walked around the skateboard park.  I was looking for a path that takes you back in to the land of the lost, which is this weird </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6433634014055935398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6433634014055935398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/title-free-since-83.html' title='Title free since 83'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-st1vGbZQgeY/Twm2ipIHjnI/AAAAAAAAD0k/7_bkh44qG8M/s72-c/2012-01-07+09.09.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5446092353101077003</id><published>2012-01-05T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:48:16.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotto scuffle</title><summary type='text'>(Background:  The $5 scratcher has two puzzles in one ticket.  If you scratch off one word in one puzzle and another word in the other, you don't win a free ticket as if you scratched off two words in one game.  But Janet won $70 and said it was becuase the Lottery combines the words from both puzzles.  My point was how can it not be two games combined to begin with!?) 

...THIS is why I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5446092353101077003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5446092353101077003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/lotto-scuffle.html' title='Lotto scuffle'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3UfYeohL5Q/TwW2K95Y08I/AAAAAAAAD0c/_zkkgg0I2cg/s72-c/lottotix.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3616152833915288215</id><published>2012-01-04T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:59:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too proud for the just the 4th</title><summary type='text'>But that's okay because i'm doing good regardless...ththpbthbpth...
My goal in 2012 is to get out more.  Although the hermitting was something I probably needed to do at the time, it's outlived its purpose and although it will be hard for me to go out, I am encouraging myself to do so...So, first outing?  Kelly's.  I called Kelly and asked if I could come over for dinner. She wnated to know what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3616152833915288215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3616152833915288215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-too-proud-for-just-4th.html' title='a little too proud for the just the 4th'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBb3WVsLLzo/TwSNkKgDBbI/AAAAAAAADz4/akvagh0IaoY/s72-c/IMG_1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8696733714071958765</id><published>2012-01-02T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:56:52.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...2012 is the best!</title><summary type='text'>Ha ha...see?  trying to remain positive.

My goals for January (and only one month at a time since doing it forever disheartens me) is no drinking, no calling in sick, riding my bike every work day, walking kody 5x's a week, yoga &amp; mediation daily, weights twice a week, two meetups this month and only 2 hours or less of TV a day.

Wow. that sounds really great.  And i'm FULLY committed.  It's the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8696733714071958765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8696733714071958765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-far2012-is-best.html' title='So far...2012 is the best!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6652263391949731399</id><published>2011-12-31T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:40:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good riddance 2011</title><summary type='text'>Let’s give a synopsis of 2011, shall we?



I gained a shit load of weight.  Then I lost it.  Then I gained it again, lost it, gained it,
lost it, gained it, really lost it and back to gaining.




Then I quit drinking. 
And started again.  And quit, and
started and quit and started and quit and started and quit and started and quit
and started and quit and started and quit and started and quit.
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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/538526793820962428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/538526793820962428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3qCFYt6ghg/Tv4p99xLouI/AAAAAAAADzs/BEYyRgcfkPc/s72-c/hahaha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5817705313814557122</id><published>2011-12-27T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:12:11.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>...postsecret cards can say it all...



2012 had better be the best year yet becuase i will NOT have another year like 2011.



and on that note, i will try to live by these rules:



double posted but still....

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5817705313814557122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5817705313814557122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WJlaT66I6E/Tvny48N-L2I/AAAAAAAADzU/psybhwQQ59E/s72-c/postsecret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1040861094400113580</id><published>2011-12-26T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:49:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie day</title><summary type='text'>going to see the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo...who am I?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1040861094400113580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1040861094400113580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/movie-day.html' title='movie day'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7562767766875567219</id><published>2011-12-25T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:20:45.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>When i was younger and much hotter, i would get approached or asked out by any kind of man.  Tall, short, ugly, fat, old, etc...and i used to ask myself "damn...am i just not as pretty as i think i am?"

Now that i'm older and, in my eyes MUCH more unattractive, when i get approached by good looking men (IMO) I have to ask  myself..."damn...am i prettier than i think i am?"

So i'm selling my hot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7562767766875567219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7562767766875567219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6581220575515638811</id><published>2011-12-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:29:56.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking</title><summary type='text'>I was watching Animal Cops the other day. this was a case of a mother and her 15 year old son who let this dog starve to death.  The officers tried to save the dog; but, it was too late.  he passed in the night.

during the trial, even the prosecuter, who does nothing BUT prosecute cases of animal neglect and abuse, had to stop to regain composure...
the owner was a 15  year old boy so it was the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6581220575515638811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6581220575515638811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/shocking.html' title='Shocking'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdaeWkrNmZE/TveGbQ-NVYI/AAAAAAAADzA/2jTW2z_rh9M/s72-c/starved+dog+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2775366416186669698</id><published>2011-12-23T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:20:50.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><summary type='text'>


hahaha...Mr. Tanya Kristine?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2775366416186669698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2775366416186669698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fC5yvnoODDA/TvSqSDzSTDI/AAAAAAAADy0/Qv3TJ8q0NFw/s72-c/WORST-GIFT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1163234220832570704</id><published>2011-12-21T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:48:25.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nipple!</title><summary type='text'>YES!.....there were about 70 people (!!!) at Shayna's baby shower so you had people milling about all over the house, out in the garage and the smokers in the driveway.  Only about 15 people were paying attention to Shay when she was opening her gifts which i was kinda glad since my gift was next...When she opened up the box, she looked confused.  She pulled out the baby whiskey bottle, saw the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1163234220832570704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1163234220832570704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Nipple!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArLGv9wPyR8/TvJDFZie98I/AAAAAAAADyg/-lYGTrFbfUc/s72-c/baby+whiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2805293349771301492</id><published>2011-12-20T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:44:08.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fucking Shit</title><summary type='text'>and the reason for my divine profanity?


















I have been waiting six loooooooooooooooooong years for that ending.﻿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2805293349771301492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2805293349771301492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/holy-fucking-shit.html' title='Holy Fucking Shit'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM314xfBoOU/TvCs026WlPI/AAAAAAAADyY/zl2cgb9TWxA/s72-c/dexter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1969649600819282413</id><published>2011-12-17T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:49:35.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Saturday</title><summary type='text'>






























Today is chore day since last night was Dexter / Homeland night followed by a game of Mexican Train with Julie, Stan and my brother.  I ALMOST won but asshole Stan is ALWAYS the winner.  me no likey...And tomorrow is Shayna's baby shower.  yay.

I pulled my couch out to clean underneath it and remembered that i have a hot mess of an electrical outlet.  I actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1969649600819282413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1969649600819282413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-saturday.html' title='Busy Saturday'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-IjsL-akQs/TuzxkqAf4EI/AAAAAAAADyA/OKzh-Jw9Qgc/s72-c/2011-12-17+11.20.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4434521158208668856</id><published>2011-12-17T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:46:36.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><summary type='text'>

I think i need to read this every morning...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4434521158208668856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4434521158208668856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPy2uFXGo8Q/Tuy5LEAS8KI/AAAAAAAADx4/_g6U1pMovdU/s72-c/choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8281228397800000061</id><published>2011-12-15T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:03:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah..</title><summary type='text'>We had our christmas party today and this gentleman played his flute for us.  This video is the one of his tiny 1" flute (so many jokes) that kinda sounds like a bird...i almost pee'd my pants it was pretty funny.  AND it hurt my ears but he was so sweet &amp; brave.  Our hats off to him...(sorry...you have to tilt your head)






</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8281228397800000061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8281228397800000061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahah.html' title='hahah..'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5261257506950600306</id><published>2011-12-15T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:43:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored...</title><summary type='text'>I just realized I’ve got nothing going on in my life right now. I’ve got no man to focus on, no drama, a regular day-to-day job, my bills are paid, Kody is healthy…Time to drum up something good.


Vacation? Elephant Sanctuary? Best Friends Animal Sanctuary? My Vet Tech school? Quit my job? The choices are endless….and I’ve got to pick something cuz momma needs a new story line.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5261257506950600306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5261257506950600306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6353464825689594992</id><published>2011-12-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:17:50.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Elephant exchange</title><summary type='text'>I wrapped up my Christmas Story movie for our White Elephant gift exchange.  I drew #11.  

#10 took Nick's gift so he ended up picking my movie.  And since I was #11, I took back my DVD.  HA!

My new droid sucks sucks SUCKS!  I want my iPhone back.  However, AT&amp;T just credited my bill $147...can you believe that???  But since i've had my droid (oct. 20) i have never connected to the 4G network.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6353464825689594992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6353464825689594992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-elephant-exchange.html' title='White Elephant exchange'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1939460689785706587</id><published>2011-12-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:02:00.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you Janice</title><summary type='text'>
  
Janice got in to town Sunday night and I had to whisk her to Julies for my brothers birthday dinner.  She was a good sport even though she had been up for 20 hours.  And, of course, everyone loved her.  You can't help BUT love Janice.  She's one of those genuine, honest, good-hearted people and I adore her.

My new thing is no drinking during the week but what the hell am i supposed to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1939460689785706587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1939460689785706587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-you-janice.html' title='Love you Janice'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZYkWfhWfk/TujUe8dgXpI/AAAAAAAADw8/mT4wIiX38ZI/s72-c/2011-12-12+20.18.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4864893185825787707</id><published>2011-12-11T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:38:00.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful Weekend</title><summary type='text'>A nice quiet and mellow weekend going to be followed with a raucous party the next 3 days!  JANICE IS COMING TO TOWN!  Unfortunately, it's sunday night thru wednesday so not exactly the best timing but i'm sure we'll make it work. : )  Love you girl!

Took Kody to the vet for a few small reasons and the vet said again (a different vet too) that he was in the most amazing shape for a large 12 year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4864893185825787707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4864893185825787707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/uneventful-weekend.html' title='Uneventful Weekend'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7829184902192209598</id><published>2011-12-07T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:04:10.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me LOL...</title><summary type='text'>
Seriously.  THAT is my fridge...



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7829184902192209598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7829184902192209598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-made-me-lol.html' title='This made me LOL...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSNFyUBa2nw/Tt_-k-7DkiI/AAAAAAAADvU/uloW3My8mN8/s72-c/Classic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7953940360730930975</id><published>2011-12-04T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:45:15.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally's b'day party...</title><summary type='text'>Janet and I went to Magpies for a late lunch yesterday. GOD my hair came out good! There was this darling pregnant girl there who told us this was her 2nd child. her daughter was 13 and she was premature so the birth wasn't too bad. This one was proving to be a rather large boy so i suggested that she start smoking now to encourage another premature birth and she'd be safe.As those words came out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7953940360730930975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7953940360730930975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/sallys-bday-party.html' title='Sally&apos;s b&apos;day party...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BRzFRfx0Cg/TtvFJ77HkYI/AAAAAAAADuo/dy5ouXqlApQ/s72-c/girls%2Bat%2Bmagpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2757772374769470824</id><published>2011-12-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:49:20.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this...</title><summary type='text'>What's better than receiving the ever-exclusive and rare invite from your favorite co-workers to leave work early on a friday for steel tip darts &amp; beer at Fox &amp; Goose?Going.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2757772374769470824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2757772374769470824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XoHyxLj9haE/Tto2O1KQb4I/AAAAAAAADtg/r1eXQd9LZJs/s72-c/2011-12-02%2B15.44.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7462006670570556599</id><published>2011-12-02T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:14:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Dookie</title><summary type='text'>I was famished yesterday and all I wanted was a bean &amp; cheese burrito. Our cafeteria in our building is disgusting but that's how hungry i was. I grabbed one of those packaged ones but when i went to pay for it, said "BEEF" and cheese so I put it back.The blind guy behind the register said they'd make one for me so I ordered one. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Just bean &amp; cheese? no rice? no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7462006670570556599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7462006670570556599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/12/mexican-dookie.html' title='Mexican Dookie'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-HURdrBNR0/TtjcOlbUPiI/AAAAAAAADtU/39wwE_hVD0k/s72-c/dookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3230931358137063458</id><published>2011-11-30T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:56:20.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvan school dropout</title><summary type='text'>

I texted Dustin something last week that prompted him to
text back “Your nice”
Ugh.  I gave him an
unsolicited tiny English lesson to better him as a man.   “It’s ‘you’re’
as in you are.  You are nice.  You’re nice” 
He acknowledged my lesson and we moved on.


Monday he texted me like a madman but I wasn’t in the mood
to respond.  Yesterday, however, I felt
bad because he seemed sad and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3230931358137063458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3230931358137063458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/sylvan-school-dropout.html' title='Sylvan school dropout'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6186903418915986031</id><published>2011-11-28T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:32:09.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cesspool</title><summary type='text'>i gotta get out of this fucking city.  i hate it here, i hate the people and i hate the energy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6186903418915986031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6186903418915986031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/cesspool.html' title='cesspool'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3389118758009861362</id><published>2011-11-25T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:05:17.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calorie burn</title><summary type='text'>
Riding to folsom and back.  I should do it twice, as much as I ate yesterday.
And as much as I'm going to eat today. : )

later:

never made it to folsom but i went to sunrise and back. took me frickin 2.5 hours so that's good enough.  A buck and a doe.  The doe took the lead as the male froze...hahaha...



avg:  13.8 mph
dst:  35 miles
time: 2.32 




Could it be mimosa time AGAIN?  I LOVE the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3389118758009861362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3389118758009861362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/calorie-burn.html' title='Calorie burn'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzqMEcF0Lnw/TtACllXDUXI/AAAAAAAADr0/IO0RqJdbUts/s72-c/2011-11-25+11.03.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5360630558295818720</id><published>2011-11-24T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:50:32.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><summary type='text'>that was a fucking nightmare.  CLEARLY this race is not meant for runners.

next year I will be dressed as a turkey and will be shitfaced.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5360630558295818720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5360630558295818720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3505059744453381982</id><published>2011-11-23T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:59:37.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Ah, the holidays.  They certainly are a potential setup for being tragically sad.  I'm just trying to make mine tragically mind-numbing and average.  The only good thing about holidays is our work schedule is light.

It's just me and Jeannie this year.  her sisters are working and her son is at his dads.  Last  years thanksgiving was awesome and we had no plans...well we HAD plans but they didnt'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3505059744453381982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3505059744453381982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6735544623533385663</id><published>2011-11-23T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:51:28.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louie</title><summary type='text'>This show is hilarious.  HILARIOUS!!!!  I'm so glad I found it so i can hound F/X to ensure they don't cancel it.  I'm worried that it's not getting its just deserts. (desserts is technically the incorrect spelling)

This is a scene with Ricky Gervais 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qOaZ4CQqKI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6735544623533385663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6735544623533385663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/louie.html' title='Louie'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3886162059724366458</id><published>2011-11-22T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:58:34.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RTFTH</title><summary type='text'>Went to REI to get my packet.  that's kinda cool.  I like the shirts this year....as opposed to the shirts of none of the other years i ran.

I already got my tag on my shoes...someone's excited.  Now if i can just do at LEAST an 11 minute mile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3886162059724366458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3886162059724366458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/rtfth.html' title='RTFTH'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5624040031383477573</id><published>2011-11-22T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:11:46.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i funny</title><summary type='text'>Dustin asked me to send him a picture of "it" so I did...



Momma don't play that game, my little friend.﻿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5624040031383477573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5624040031383477573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/running-day_22.html' title='i funny'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WujiuK6mH8/TsuhwDuiItI/AAAAAAAADrs/M-17ALK5afE/s72-c/2011-11-21+21.41.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4681049307650624642</id><published>2011-11-21T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:48:36.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit the security guard says...</title><summary type='text'>I could make a whole new blog about that.  We have a security guard here who's probably in her late 60's and she's is very very quirky.  But every day I lock up my bike or when i unlock my bike to leave she comes out and chats with me like we're old buddies.

Last week, she came out and was playing with her phone and here's how her story goes:
"I kept getting these phone calls from a number I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4681049307650624642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4681049307650624642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/shit-security-guard-says.html' title='Shit the security guard says...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-9123624896189537368</id><published>2011-11-21T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:34:04.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My man girl</title><summary type='text'>Show of hands that would think a 6'2, 200# man would have more girlie traits than me.  (well...maybe I shouldn't add "than me" but how about just "than not")  No one?  That's what I thought.

My phone has never rang that much in it's little life.  And neither did my trusty old iphone from days gone past...I finally had to ask him "my GOD!  why are you calling me so much!?" He was a little hurt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9123624896189537368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9123624896189537368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-man-girl.html' title='My man girl'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVGuGXsrZjU/Tspt3FWMblI/AAAAAAAADrk/BK5jZiImo4k/s72-c/2011-11-19+20.52.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4741399270560173641</id><published>2011-11-19T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T10:45:30.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn girl!</title><summary type='text'>Well, i didn't do the 5.2 but i DID do the 3.6!!!  It was one of those runs that you really could run forever but things started to hurt regardless.  So I literally, from 29th on followed lightrail til i got to 48th and took that home.  pretty good.
Girl time.  going shopping with Jeannie and then having a late lunch.  dustin's in town so i'll hook up with him later for some Boy time.  got my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4741399270560173641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4741399270560173641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn-girl.html' title='damn girl!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-9194383521565821428</id><published>2011-11-18T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:01:59.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me, Knee....</title><summary type='text'>5 mile run tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9194383521565821428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9194383521565821428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/forgive-me-knee.html' title='Forgive me, Knee....'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8125637491258822048</id><published>2011-11-18T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:16:06.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trader Joes Pizza</title><summary type='text'>Is THE best frozen pizza i've ever had.  All of them!



Look at this...gorgeous!  right out of the box...when does that ever happen?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8125637491258822048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8125637491258822048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/trader-joes-pizza.html' title='Trader Joes Pizza'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DnsFtbYeaU/TsZ2oLoLijI/AAAAAAAADrY/v_PywddzO2Y/s72-c/IMG_1195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2947945485812780617</id><published>2011-11-17T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:03:51.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaand back to my happy place...</title><summary type='text'>I watched a movie yesterday called Trust about an online paedophile predator that lured a 14 year old to a motel for one "meeting".  Tragicly sad movie except the one line from the very distraught father to the mother..."For Christ's sake Lynn!  He's 20 years older than her!"  hahaha...now, of course, 20 years is huge to a 14 year old but still...made me chuckle...

Yesterday was not my most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2947945485812780617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2947945485812780617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/aaaaaand-back-to-my-happy-place.html' title='Aaaaaand back to my happy place...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Aenwno7eXI/TsUTbltijSI/AAAAAAAADrI/pwQpNaxrIKs/s72-c/moron.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8768013883850599735</id><published>2011-11-15T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:59:55.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><summary type='text'>I have inner knee pain!  I think I might need new shoes so i'm going to Fleet Feet to get some.  And i'm thinking ix-nay on the ennis-tay until my ee-nay eals-hay.  hey!  that was pretty ood-gay!  (hahaha...i say 'gay')

Why is it, when i ride my bike straight as an arrow for 4 miles, do I get all wobbly and crazy when trying to maneuver my way between a telephone pole and a fire hydrant?  I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8768013883850599735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8768013883850599735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8736076334852152953</id><published>2011-11-15T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:46:30.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dustin left this morning for Santa Rosa and we said our goodbyes.  That was fun and
I super-ass thanked him for filling my time, changing my course and making me
feel good.  It was nice to have a man around again and even better was I
wasn’t attached to him but I did really enjoy his company.  I doubt I'll see him again becuase he's too young and he's too far away.  I'm not in to long-distance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8736076334852152953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8736076334852152953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/dustin-left-this-morning-for-santa-rosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6b7gyn_6i90/TsKI8Nn9LZI/AAAAAAAADq8/PZc-cmny-1E/s72-c/haddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3674403457299474263</id><published>2011-11-13T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:15:42.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely, lovely sunday</title><summary type='text'>Starbucks, farmers market, long walk for Kody, 40 minute treadmill run, signed up for Run to Feed the Hungry, watching The Christmas Story and getting lucky later.

yeah.  i could do that EVERY Sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3674403457299474263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3674403457299474263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/lovely-lovely-sunday.html' title='Lovely, lovely sunday'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1068682034538828638</id><published>2011-11-11T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:07:30.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1068682034538828638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1068682034538828638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/cutie.html' title='Cutie!!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J6E4L7ahBpA/Tr2Ojrum-pI/AAAAAAAADms/3ix8Z5y7V0E/s72-c/2011-11-10%25252016.36.08.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7811405277572448938</id><published>2011-11-11T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:31:05.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin</title><summary type='text'>well I went out with him anyway.  And it was really pretty awesome.  he's a big guy and i LOVE that.  He was extremely complimentary, sweet, funny, passionate, accommodating and made me feel good.

IRONICALLY, he's actually going thru the same thing i am but in the other shoes.  His ex who wants him, doesn't want him, wants him, doesn't want him knew we were going out to lunch yesterday so he got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7811405277572448938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7811405277572448938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/dustin.html' title='Dustin'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2178833267830571441</id><published>2011-11-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:08:40.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling poignant</title><summary type='text'>...and I can thank my Trader Joe's vodka for that.

Janet was supposed to come over tonight to talk about Hawaii and I was kinda hoping she was because when i'm drinking, i'm vulnerable and I probably would have said "hell yes!!!" to the trip.

But she didn't and so now I waffle.  Surprisingly, I'm not "hell no!" either; but, my biggest concern (and guilt) is leaving Kody.  I know, in my heart, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2178833267830571441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2178833267830571441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-feeling-poignant.html' title='I&apos;m feeling poignant'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-991323662346313427</id><published>2011-11-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:03:39.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so weird...</title><summary type='text'>...but goddamn funny.

Here's my new project.  Since Kody is an old 'fart' now and farts alot, i'm giong to collect a collage of them.



Here's his first clip:











LOVE that fucker.﻿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/991323662346313427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/991323662346313427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-weird.html' title='I&apos;m so weird...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3690447661426335357</id><published>2011-11-08T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:41:47.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Vick</title><summary type='text'>I don't really watch football unless it's the playoffs or superbowl or whatever; but, tonight i turned on monday night football to see chicago's last quarter with the Eagles.  Michael Vick being the quarterback for the eagles i just couldn't help finding myself rooting for chicago. A lot of people can forgive Vick for what he did, but i cannot.  But a lot of people also bury their heads in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3690447661426335357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3690447661426335357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/jesus-post-four.html' title='Michael Vick'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7952345718281697687</id><published>2011-11-07T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:18:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 posts in one day??</title><summary type='text'>you can tell i'm bored.

so after much thought, I've decided NOT to be Samanta Jones.  I just can't do it...it's not really my style; never has been and i don't think I should start now.  Although, it felt good to consider a 36 year old, this guy is actually the desired (mentally, i mean) 20 years younger.  Dating a younger man is a whole different animal than dating a younger woman.  97% of men </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7952345718281697687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7952345718281697687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-posts-in-one-day.html' title='3 posts in one day??'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6304892810617671918</id><published>2011-11-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:02:07.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis...</title><summary type='text'>...was a blast and Nick and i kicked ASS!  6 games to 2.  

Just ordered a new bike light too since it'll be dark pretty soon on my way home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6304892810617671918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6304892810617671918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/tennis.html' title='tennis...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6650433166287183811</id><published>2011-11-07T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:21:46.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday...</title><summary type='text'>
...not one of my favorite days; but, it comes anyway.  i have to ride my bike in and I think it's like 35 degrees.  BUT today i play tennis with 3 of my co-workers and i think that'll be fun!

 

i have nothing to report.  NOTHING!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6650433166287183811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6650433166287183811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday.html' title='monday...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4491371159550520474</id><published>2011-11-06T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:43:59.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><summary type='text'>Janet's little shindig went off well....she had a stack of free drink coupons which i benefited from since she's not the biggest drinker ever.  although i must say, she did pretty well.  hahah...she drinks more when she's the star AND when she's having fun.  We played darts &amp; shuffleboard and eventually ate pizza and was home by midnight.  Heeeey!  look at me!  i thougth i'd be in bed by 7!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4491371159550520474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4491371159550520474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS24fPSqVBc/Trax1LMGNkI/AAAAAAAADmc/LyCmdxCAtJM/s72-c/ahole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-857639867490991947</id><published>2011-11-03T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:25:52.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fags</title><summary type='text'>They totally left me in the dust today.  BUT, I"m glad i'm running with them becuase i totally didn't feel like going today and they made me.

and i'm the not the only sweaty, smelly one in the office.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/857639867490991947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/857639867490991947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/fags.html' title='fags'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6666730423153149101</id><published>2011-11-03T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:56:16.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko Ko</title><summary type='text'>For a brief moment, on my way home today I think I saw my
future.




This fat old lady with long stringy gray hair, no teeth and
faded pajamas was standing in her doorway screaming “Po Po!”  I didn’t pay any mind at first; I live
downtown – I’m used to crazy people.  “Po
Po!!” 
What the hell?  Is that for
me?  Her imaginary friend?  The bush? 
Then I saw Po Po.  A little black Chihuahua with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6666730423153149101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6666730423153149101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/ko-ko.html' title='Ko Ko'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5646009958188909086</id><published>2011-11-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:08:03.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane</title><summary type='text'>You know what's harder than riding your bike in the hurricane we had yesterday?  running in it.  And you know what's worse than both of those put together?  your two running partners that stayed 1/8th of the park distance ahead of you on their VERY FIRST RUN! 

fuckers.  this was MY run.

That wind was brutal though.  i came home with half a tree in my eye.

Last night on my way home, i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5646009958188909086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5646009958188909086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwGo8_sMOk/TrE_kw8kjjI/AAAAAAAADmU/VUMuKSG8W7A/s72-c/dquinox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-162221935921503529</id><published>2011-11-01T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:01:53.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running day</title><summary type='text'>I had to take my co-worker to Chipotles yesterday since i lost the world series bet.  He was just so cocky and slightly dickish about Texas losing; but, he meant no harm...he just insisted tehre was no way Texas would win.

I mentioned that tomorrow (today) is my running day at work and now he wants to go!  I'm not super fond of running with people becuase i have my own pace and it's basically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/162221935921503529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/162221935921503529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/11/running-day.html' title='Running day'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8998496001917328588</id><published>2011-10-31T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:34:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>And I mark this day as the first day of the rest of my life.  Becuase if I can't turn my life around now, all bets are off.

While listening to my ipod on the bike trail yesterday, a track from The Secret came on.  I was going to forward it but since i was unusually, and as usual, depressed, I thought it might be something i needed to hear.  And it was.  your thoughts become reality.  You are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8998496001917328588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8998496001917328588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4695341811281904543</id><published>2011-10-30T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:29:41.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biked</title><summary type='text'>rode bike trail to downtown and came back surface streets.  1.5 hours.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4695341811281904543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4695341811281904543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/biked.html' title='biked'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-9144916012512824642</id><published>2011-10-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:12:49.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to ride my rollerblades i want to ride my blades</title><summary type='text'>I would so cry if i didn't end up smirking shockingly.  ONE day of eating regularly (well...minus the fries and sleeve of oreos chased with full-fat milk) and i gained seven pounds.  SEVEN POUNDS!  WTF!?!  I know they say it's not good to lose more than 2 pounds per week but they don't say much about gaining 7 pounds overnight!  anyway, i know it's just massive water weight and cookies so i'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9144916012512824642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9144916012512824642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-ride-my-rollerblades-i-want.html' title='I want to ride my rollerblades i want to ride my blades'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4835809445206457212</id><published>2011-10-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:13:29.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><summary type='text'>i can't do the no eating thing anymore. so i guess i have to start super working out. poop.

i changed out my own home thermometer. I'm pretty proud of myself!  Although I did put a special note in the window for the fire dept to save my dog first.

Game 7 tonight...i'm so rooting for Texas only becuase they're the underdog. I always love the underdog.


Zach Garafalakalis said he was a big Sarah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4835809445206457212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4835809445206457212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6727958136354883112</id><published>2011-10-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:20:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and stuff</title><summary type='text'>This fish, though i love him, is a pain in the ass.  he has, what i think, is dropsy which is a fatal disease but i'm trying really hard to save him.  i had to take him out of his mansion and put him back in the 1 gallon tank and make that his hospital tank.  yesterday i came home to half the tank full of water.  The other half was on the floor.  The damn thing has a leak.  so this morning, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6727958136354883112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6727958136354883112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/fish-and-stuff.html' title='Fish and stuff'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7685563423207497635</id><published>2011-10-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:34:55.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit, shit, SHIT!</title><summary type='text'>I'm just not sad anymore which means i'm getting my appetite back.  Yesterday i ate a salad, crackers and a pint of ben &amp; jerry's.  crap.   to be fair, i took the day off becuase i had two appts so i laid on the couch and watched a marathon of 30 rock and Dog Town...Ben &amp; Jerry's just GOES with shit like that, right?   i had to see my head doctor yesterday and she invited me to bring kody too...(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7685563423207497635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7685563423207497635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/shit-shit-shit.html' title='shit, shit, SHIT!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6637187659579073037</id><published>2011-10-24T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:30:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it.</title><summary type='text'>Spent HOURS cleaning out my garage...now i can pull in without hitting shit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6637187659579073037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6637187659579073037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/check-it.html' title='Check it.'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc91yGWG8is/TqVoBuHpJMI/AAAAAAAADlY/N2Ng6JNqRGs/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4346003163763719314</id><published>2011-10-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:17:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truths</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4346003163763719314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4346003163763719314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/moment-of-truths.html' title='Moment of truths'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8240995431466830384</id><published>2011-10-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:02:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><summary type='text'>i have lost NINETEEN pounds since the infamous 9/18 date. thanks you two!!!later:I just got back from lunch where i had baked catfish and spinach. sounds gross, right? not when you haven't eaten in two days! it was FABBY!I had to apologize to the boy becuase i shared just a bit too much of my thoughts that i've had over the last 4 weeks with him. I really need to get a grip on myself at this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8240995431466830384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8240995431466830384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3696900771996611886</id><published>2011-10-19T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:33:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHITTY fucking day</title><summary type='text'>Just when you think you're really on a roll and doing really well..BAM!  right down the fucking toilet.it's funny how we all tell ourselves "yeah i'm doing good...it's all right...no worries" when really you're praying you're telling the truth.  And when you realize you're not doing good and it's not all right, it sucks.I had a nice conversation with the boy though.  he's always so incredibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3696900771996611886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3696900771996611886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/shitty-fucking-day.html' title='SHITTY fucking day'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-9184588352525677968</id><published>2011-10-19T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:02:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet Remnants</title><summary type='text'>Dexter is pretty amazing.  It's kinda busy as there is like 3 things going on in each episode; but, it was good to hear the theme song again.  Valentino came over during the last five minutes and went nuts over Kody so i didn't catch the ending of episode 2 but visually, he was putting his son to bed and thinking philosophically so I probably didn't miss too much.  THANKS VALENTINO!AND, I've made</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9184588352525677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/9184588352525677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/carpet-remnants.html' title='Carpet Remnants'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyfuh6JPxGg/Tp67NYzUBRI/AAAAAAAADjo/PwHd8CuTiME/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7206898087618244292</id><published>2011-10-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:35:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commute</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7206898087618244292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7206898087618244292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/commute.html' title='Commute'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3648236862080891111</id><published>2011-10-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:19:37.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hizzaah...</title><summary type='text'>my pants are ghetto big.Tomorrow is Dexter night. Things are looking up!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3648236862080891111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3648236862080891111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/hizzaah.html' title='hizzaah...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-2225513343608922919</id><published>2011-10-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:39:39.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Janice...</title><summary type='text'>let the work begin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2225513343608922919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/2225513343608922919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/thanks-janice.html' title='Thanks Janice...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3eNqrhmNdY/TptrKzUwX6I/AAAAAAAADiI/WTIWUKldkSU/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4105376246724480897</id><published>2011-10-14T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:45:14.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbit Blog</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to get too excited but i feel completely unencumbered today. I know it becuase it's been so long since i've felt this way, that it's noticeable.I'm a baseball cap fan. I'll pick 'em up off the streets, clean them and then they're mine. Today I found a NY Yankee hat...i rode my bike over it.I now have to order smaller pajama jeans. I know that seems like an oxymoron but still...yay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4105376246724480897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4105376246724480897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/tidbit-blog.html' title='Tidbit Blog'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8077002539223864516</id><published>2011-10-13T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:05:36.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la laaaaaa</title><summary type='text'>When you miss someone, it is literally a painful ache. A very deep, dull ache that nothing can soothe.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;It’s been three weeks now but, believe it or not, i am getting a teeeeeeeeeeeny tiny bit better. I still have moments that absolutely take my breath away; but, I am learning to accept the current situation for whatever it is and as disturbing to me as it is (in more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8077002539223864516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8077002539223864516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-la-laaaaaa.html' title='la la laaaaaa'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7835154601669709365</id><published>2011-10-12T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T06:40:38.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big shout-out to the 180!</title><summary type='text'>It started with the bike ride home.  THAT felt good.  I had forgotten my helmet too and the unrestrictedness was nice.I only had time to freshen up before Jeannie and Dena showed up and we headed to Vallejo's to do the Full moon cemetery walk.Jeannie, Deannie, TanyeeLiz, Dena, Me, JeannieIt was a pretty big turnout with some pretty interesting people...On the way to the cemetery, this house was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7835154601669709365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7835154601669709365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-shout-out-to-180.html' title='A big shout-out to the 180!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OE-pZ-83bCI/TpV38sxBTeI/AAAAAAAADY8/rHGOVFjxMq0/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6180328732609224839</id><published>2011-10-11T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:30:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This day can't get any more fucked.unless i come home to a wedding invite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6180328732609224839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6180328732609224839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-day-cant-get-any-more-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-3903582245889739843</id><published>2011-10-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T05:36:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm..</title><summary type='text'>I don't have a super lot of things, right now, that make me happy and I'm hanging on as best I can so I'm gonna say a juice fast right now is just too much.  That, and the fact that i don't like drinking salads, I ain't even gonna kid myself that I can do this.However, since I'm still not eating well, I will replace some meals with a juice.  That's good enough.  i feel better already...especially</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3903582245889739843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/3903582245889739843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/hm.html' title='Hm..'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5786450317423831855</id><published>2011-10-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:10:51.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m starting my fast tomorrow. I have a terrible feeling I’m going to get quite sick before I get quite better. There’s a lot of shit to be eradicated from my body.I’m starting at a lower weight too because ever since a piece of my soul was taken, 12 pounds went with it (dramatic and yet very true). I guess there can be a silver lining to even the darkest of clouds.I went to the market with Chris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5786450317423831855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5786450317423831855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-starting-my-fast-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmALHH5yE6k/TpHVJ_tjZ1I/AAAAAAAADYY/KsfSoMI8SkE/s72-c/IMG_1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6473570289982165516</id><published>2011-10-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:01:12.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Animal Place</title><summary type='text'>Today, I drove up to grass valley for the Music in the Meadows festival held at The Animal place. it was SUCH a beautiful day and i always love coming up the hill. someday, i will move up here.I wasn't interested in the music though..just the animals. here is something like a dog/goat something...maybe donkey. he was so cute.and mountain goats...or so they think they're mountain goats.This is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6473570289982165516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6473570289982165516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/animal-place.html' title='The Animal Place'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n14IkZanrWQ/TpD3TcoPPYI/AAAAAAAADXQ/kLTnP6-GkRM/s72-c/IMG_0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8989309959531495061</id><published>2011-10-07T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:26:38.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening statement and a movin on story...</title><summary type='text'>I want to let go of the first half of my life and fully welcome the second half.I had a horrific last month, one that completely debilitated me and I almost didn’t make it out alive. But I crawled through it suffering pretty significant injuries. I can only pray that I take the second half seriously and truly work on myself. I have no idea why I hate myself so much but I’m pretty sure it has to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8989309959531495061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8989309959531495061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/10/opening-statement-and-movin-on-story.html' title='Opening statement and a movin on story...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnscO1JNgb4/To9APdN802I/AAAAAAAADXI/13-5vm70jv4/s72-c/the%2Bgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-6973998033124515901</id><published>2011-09-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:59:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin a!</title><summary type='text'>today is another great day! i wanna say i'm shocked at how good i feel; but, i don't want to judge it. I want to happily expect greatness and not fear it will soon end because no matter what happens; i will be stable in my mind.Life is good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6973998033124515901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/6973998033124515901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuckin.html' title='fuckin a!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-186248960517274728</id><published>2011-09-13T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:40:45.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAW!</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to incorporate a few raw meals in to my diet the next few days. I'd like to juice too but i still remember my last experience years ago juicing. it was not pretty and let's just say some vomiting was involved. yuk. i hate juice really. i think it's TOO healthy for my body. but vodka...yes...that's okay. hahha...well at least it was.so today i'm making a carrot coriander soup. i borrowed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/186248960517274728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/186248960517274728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/raw.html' title='RAW!'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7091096520203760953</id><published>2011-09-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:06:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as promised...</title><summary type='text'>but just as funny...




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab101624367e437a&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7091096520203760953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7091096520203760953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-as-promised.html' title='Not as promised...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-8746036102086587846</id><published>2011-09-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:13:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><summary type='text'>He's gotta be RIGHT in your face!He has no idea the danger he's in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8746036102086587846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/8746036102086587846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsNH-CjWNGc/TmuMbVj-qtI/AAAAAAAADS4/eCM5jYTFx_g/s72-c/IMG_0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5292511035045595994</id><published>2011-09-09T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:50:34.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy</title><summary type='text'>I'm watching my brothers beagle while he's in new hampshire. He's a funny little guy. He is exactly the shape of a tube. when he lays on his belly, it still feels like i'm petting his back. and the reason for his shape is this is one excited little doggy when it is food time. My GOD! he only expresses what I want to when I eat! He wags his tail, jumps on my leg, spins in circle, licks his lips, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5292511035045595994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5292511035045595994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/billy.html' title='Billy'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5601168868945462633</id><published>2011-09-07T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:06:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health Day</title><summary type='text'>hahahah...yes i'm taking a mental health day. you'd think 2.5 months would be enough mental health days but on those days i was simply mental.Took Kody to the vet yesterday and she was highly impressed with his state of health so i cried all morning for nothing. i SAID i wasn't going to do that but the burden of the thought was overwhelming and i gave in to it. Yes, the pooping is due to old age </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5601168868945462633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5601168868945462633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/mental-health-day.html' title='Mental Health Day'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkP1HG5TxKg/TmekY3_4TNI/AAAAAAAADSo/iiQ8yeLg5R0/s72-c/IMG_0460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7750995009560215238</id><published>2011-09-06T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:32:14.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><summary type='text'>Kody's not doing very well. He's been pooping in the house daily and yesterday I saw him try to eat it. I try not to cry thinking about the inevitable but this morning I couldn't help myself.I just don't knowwhat i'll do when he leaves...he will leave the biggest gaping hole in my life i'm afraid i've ever experienced. and NOTHING can come close to filling that.I'll just pray he gives me at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7750995009560215238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7750995009560215238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-boy.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-4655934107225102083</id><published>2011-09-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:16:44.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this song</title><summary type='text'>I"ve had this song in my head for days...i searched coldplay over and over thinking it was them and realized it's The Cinematic Orchestra which i also have...they sound SO much like Coldplay.anyway. enjoy:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB0ordd2nOI&amp;feature=related</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4655934107225102083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/4655934107225102083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-this-song.html' title='Love this song'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-1958813037018910372</id><published>2011-09-05T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:39:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><summary type='text'>I now have to wear reading glasses. im offically old.going blading to work off my angst.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1958813037018910372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/1958813037018910372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-5339557321651818107</id><published>2011-09-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:30:41.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 11 more trips</title><summary type='text'>In order to make my bike purchase worth the money, i have to go at least 11 more times. Not "I GET to go 11 more times"..hahha...that was really fucking hard. and scary. The meetup said a beginner trip but i had two strikes against me: I've never been mountain biking and i'm completely out of shape. Me with my bike. course i just got me adn you can't see my brand new bike but i know it's there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5339557321651818107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/5339557321651818107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/only-11-more-trips.html' title='Only 11 more trips'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjD11gODfoU/TmN7lDUDlCI/AAAAAAAADSQ/3McYCsHilpw/s72-c/IMG_1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-81862235320084899</id><published>2011-09-03T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T05:26:34.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new ground</title><summary type='text'>I bought a mountain bike yesterday just to do a ride today. my brother tried to talk me out of it but i gave myself permission to be impulsive. it's better than $400 at thunder valley, right? right.He (bro) left for new hampshire today. that was supposed to be my trip too but for a myriad of reasons, i cancelled. thank God he understood. One of the main reasons was leaving Kody. he's just too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/81862235320084899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/81862235320084899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-ground.html' title='new ground'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13052830.post-7713337050378579109</id><published>2011-08-27T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:23:29.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><summary type='text'>and i'm in bodega bay and at the most gorgeous beach house. i'm happy chris is dating smeone rich becuase i get to benefit from it. hahahha...thanks Julie!!! and happy birthday!we went the giants game first and was about 4 rows from the veeeeeeeeeery top behind home plate. we left 7th inning for the 1.5 hour drive to bodega bay. most everyone was still up so we chatted til about midnight and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7713337050378579109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13052830/posts/default/7713337050378579109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanyakristine.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>Tanya Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15939503192314140358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb-a99vYrAE/TulZc5hIbNI/AAAAAAAADxI/kHUq6eG9fZU/s220/fbook.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
