<?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-4503241170071000593</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:46:51.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always something more to say</title><subtitle type='html'>reflections &amp;amp; ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-8897183272254992955</id><published>2009-01-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:18:23.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SXjilPzsNaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ByvA9CVP1mM/s1600-h/januaryaryary+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SXjilPzsNaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ByvA9CVP1mM/s320/januaryaryary+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294230491500393890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-8897183272254992955?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/8897183272254992955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=8897183272254992955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/8897183272254992955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/8897183272254992955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2009/01/toe-jam-by-bpa-ft-dizzee-rascal.html' title='caught in the act!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SXjilPzsNaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ByvA9CVP1mM/s72-c/januaryaryary+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-5993755741866128887</id><published>2009-01-09T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:12:03.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weyhe family holiday photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0Pj1j7OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rzp05-9J4tU/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0Pj1j7OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rzp05-9J4tU/s320/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289324098036690146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a cold day and the clouds in the sky mimicked the patterns of the ice on the lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0JuXUTPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XYTobO6eBFU/s1600-h/look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0JuXUTPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XYTobO6eBFU/s320/look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323997783411954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minnie got antsy in the car, she whined and she shook and she panted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She made my mom and i feel a bit anxious as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0DwE7AUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0blHuU-oafM/s1600-h/modern+physics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0DwE7AUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0blHuU-oafM/s320/modern+physics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323895163912514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad told me i might find treasures in the basement at my grandmas, and i did. I thought it was funny to see an old, old book called "modern physics." The basement was full of dust and cobwebs but light poured through the windows and it was interesting to see old signs of life and days gone past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdz-OwzrEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dCgzs70hJd4/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdz-OwzrEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dCgzs70hJd4/s320/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323800321829954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny little things can make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdz1bvXj0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3_-lzaYg1WY/s1600-h/minnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdz1bvXj0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3_-lzaYg1WY/s320/minnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323649186631490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom liked the old books as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzuGA55pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cyjr3mXKhhQ/s1600-h/p+%26+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzuGA55pI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cyjr3mXKhhQ/s320/p+%26+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323523095520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Weyhe boys lineage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzkxgYe6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ji_SoXgGrjM/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzkxgYe6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ji_SoXgGrjM/s320/laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323362971581346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shared laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzbLv5tnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_HqaO37M0QY/s1600-h/grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzbLv5tnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_HqaO37M0QY/s320/grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323198217303666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa taking an interest in the books we brought up from the basement, some of which dated back to 1894.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzUTWmh-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tp0T_kdHMp8/s1600-h/family+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzUTWmh-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tp0T_kdHMp8/s320/family+portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323079999588322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family portrait of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was getting annoyed with my incessant picture taking. He was the only one who verbalized his irritation, at least.&lt;br /&gt;My brother tends to fall into the background of pictures, and i often get a kick out of his expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzLcEkT0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/JgKOZinD5wQ/s1600-h/face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzLcEkT0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/JgKOZinD5wQ/s320/face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322927721041730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpas famous face, captured.&lt;br /&gt;"OOOHhhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzE44J8AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MDifAfU2X_c/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdzE44J8AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MDifAfU2X_c/s320/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322815194525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad conversing with a foot, a hand and a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdy8pKOQWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zBunNIuczBo/s1600-h/crows2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdy8pKOQWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zBunNIuczBo/s320/crows2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322673536385378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A murder of crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt lucky to have had a camera at this second, although it was hard to get a good picture through the windshield of my car, while driving. Thankful nonetheless for the timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdy0WIrCUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uM6t7sYSc6M/s1600-h/a+murder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdy0WIrCUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uM6t7sYSc6M/s320/a+murder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322530990655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One empty corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-5993755741866128887?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/5993755741866128887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=5993755741866128887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/5993755741866128887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/5993755741866128887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2009/01/weyhe-family-holiday-photos.html' title='Weyhe family holiday photos'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWd0Pj1j7OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rzp05-9J4tU/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-8698130901913824333</id><published>2009-01-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:40:27.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours for the taking!</title><content type='html'>As my rats have demonstrated to me as of late, if you want something, you have got to take it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates were asking me to stop feeding my rats their dog bones. I told them i havent been, someone else must have thought it was funny to put dog bones in the rat cage or something.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, i woke up to find Chica out of her cage. Inside their cage, I find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdtM_KeSKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBNN0ay_Wuo/s1600-h/stealin+rats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdtM_KeSKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBNN0ay_Wuo/s320/stealin+rats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316357251156130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They escaped their cage and robbed first the dog bones, later the candy jar,&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN  last night Chica climbed into bed with me at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i had been thinking a thing would be content to live confined to a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is content living in such conditions.&lt;br /&gt;As my rats have demonstrated: we each need an element of control in our lives, and if we are not given it, we take it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been paying close attention lately to my shifts in energy, as it is a precious commodity in my fast-paced life. When do i lose my energy and why? What triggers it? How can i help it? I've found that in the winter, it is more difficult for me to keep myself going. If i come home halfway through the day, i feel warm and comfortable and lose my motive to continue on through my tasks. And so alas, it is important that i power through my days, without taking breaks. It's like running a long distance race- if you start to walk, or if you stop, it is hard to start again. If you maintain your pace, you create a kind of rhythm for yourself that keeps you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make the conscious choice to keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Jenna once said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you have got to fight by yourself, for yourself, against yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found this to be true in my life time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you give.&lt;br /&gt;You get what you give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-8698130901913824333?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/8698130901913824333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=8698130901913824333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/8698130901913824333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/8698130901913824333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2009/01/yours-for-taking.html' title='yours for the taking!'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SWdtM_KeSKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBNN0ay_Wuo/s72-c/stealin+rats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-874216166633499522</id><published>2008-12-17T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:09:35.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>Not so long ago (Sunday?) we had a night of cookie making and cards and conversation at Jeremiahs grandmas. Here is the documentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUlzcJyBVWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ATM2vzCSBmI/s1600-h/decembre+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUlzcJyBVWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ATM2vzCSBmI/s320/decembre+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280878965567870306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leaving the house, into the brutal outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3WAnspWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wlYCTdLV2ks/s1600-h/frosting+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3WAnspWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wlYCTdLV2ks/s320/frosting+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280883258075948386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike, Netty, Jeremiah, and grandma Bernice frosting cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3L2FNJPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TejN9netFRc/s1600-h/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3L2FNJPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TejN9netFRc/s320/cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280883083448231154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cards with uncle mike, specifically speed, which we renamed slow in leu of mikes  skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3dV6YYNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PqCyOVLzz44/s1600-h/lens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUl3dV6YYNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PqCyOVLzz44/s320/lens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280883384050540754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we had to indulge in a couple silly pictures in the shiny pot we found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUlzocE8ktI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cBwPkktAwq0/s1600-h/decembre+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUlzocE8ktI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cBwPkktAwq0/s320/decembre+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280879176637518546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the way home we pulled over to take pictures in the pretty winter storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-874216166633499522?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/874216166633499522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=874216166633499522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/874216166633499522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/874216166633499522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/SUlzcJyBVWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ATM2vzCSBmI/s72-c/decembre+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-3782448989629731937</id><published>2008-12-16T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:05:16.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there was a theme today</title><content type='html'>I'm at my parents right now for the night, my dad got me to come home and work in the basement, but as it turns out there is a winter storm out tonight. That leaves me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an avid interest in coincidences. Today i encountered a small kind of coincidence: several different people revealed to me their belief in metaphysical things. It began while i was teaching at Bridges today, a little girl informed me about the nature of faries- where they can be found, how they behave, etc. I was happy to hear her thoughts about it, i was happy to know that in 5th grade little girls still believed in such things. I thought about when i was young, how i believed everything had a spirit- i was sure the dolls came alive when i left the room, that it was not good to slam things around because it hurt them, that cars and trees alike had feelings. I remember hugging a tree and breathing on it after hearing that trees take in what we breathe out. It occurred to me that i have not altogether abandoned this idea: there is a door at MSU that i will not go in or out of because it creaks when it opens, in my mind it "groans". I will not say negative things about my car in it's presence lest it take revenge and not make it up the icy hill this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home i was surprised to hear that my parents put stock into the idea that things happen for a reason, an idea that i had entertained for much of my life, but that has taken a backseat in my mind in light of new information. This all- in addition to recalling a story Jeremiahs mom told about signs that had pointed her away from attending her company christmas party- had me reevaluating my resistance to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, maybe things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting snowed in for instance, and the conversations that result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-3782448989629731937?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/3782448989629731937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=3782448989629731937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3782448989629731937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3782448989629731937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-theme-today.html' title='there was a theme today'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-3927586041512326966</id><published>2008-12-12T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:55:05.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night i went to Madison and it was so fun! I went to a Dark Dark Dark show (one of my favorite musical groups, made up of a cello, a banjo, an accordian, and both a male and female vocalist.. and the girl graduated from Morris!) with Elena, and i stayed with Jeremiahs sister Dinah. When we arrived, her face was covered with blue make up and glitter, and she apologized for it explaining that she had been playing dress up with herself. I made cupcakes for Dinah that were frosted all different colors (vanilla frosting + food dye). I also left like 12 cupcakes at home for my roommates, less than 24 hours later they were all gone.&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to the band, and i think my enthusiasm came off as a little nutty.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i wandered around on State St. and visited all kinds of neat little shops filled with handmade items like french barrettes and hand-knit scarves. This experience kind of rekindled my spark for crafts and i made several vows to myself. I resolved to learn to sew and make myself a christmas dress, to build shelves for all of my books in my bedroom (if you refer to an earlier entry you can see that all my books are lined up on the floor next to my bed), to learn to make button and pendant jewelry, and to go vegetarian again and make some nice meals for Jeremiah and i, who is conveniently attempting to live a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Early this week Jeremiah came along to the MSU painting studio with me, and of course documented the events. You can find the pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;http://figothecat.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a pair of winter boots, but they are all so expensive. I get ornery though when the bottom of my pants are wet, because i often sit on my knees and then the rest of my pants get wet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to take Spencer, Grant, Nation and Hugo out to play lazer tag today. That is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well for those of you that read this, and for everyone else too, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jeremiah/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-3927586041512326966?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/3927586041512326966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=3927586041512326966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3927586041512326966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3927586041512326966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-1856088516858978335</id><published>2008-12-07T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:46:06.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little books</title><content type='html'>I learned how to make little books. Here are my first two attempts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxsqWzsA1I/AAAAAAAAADk/mV0LlSRnK0Q/s1600-h/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxsqWzsA1I/AAAAAAAAADk/mV0LlSRnK0Q/s320/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277212338304058194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully quality will improve as i continue to work on them.&lt;br /&gt;Here are details of the inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxtqZkQW2I/AAAAAAAAADs/36632dkU96w/s1600-h/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxtqZkQW2I/AAAAAAAAADs/36632dkU96w/s320/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213438556265314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxuEFewPrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KMPwvU8301U/s1600-h/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxuEFewPrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KMPwvU8301U/s320/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213879841078962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-1856088516858978335?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/1856088516858978335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=1856088516858978335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/1856088516858978335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/1856088516858978335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/sincerity-is-always-must.html' title='little books'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STxsqWzsA1I/AAAAAAAAADk/mV0LlSRnK0Q/s72-c/some+repitition+late+november+early+december+108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-3779074798593324749</id><published>2008-12-06T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:28:32.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons and exerpts</title><content type='html'>Today i learned:&lt;br /&gt;(with the help of Jeremiah)&lt;br /&gt;either enjoy downtime and use it for your sanity, or else do the things that you need to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;it is useless to sit around and fret about the things you have yet to do.&lt;br /&gt;I was using my downtime in a futile way- i was avoiding and procrastinating, and so  i was neither enjoying myself nor being productive. i didnt realize what i was doing until jeremiah helped guide me to this realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look- in mine you can see both of my parents eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STrPrkcSjBI/AAAAAAAAADc/idUSuhPVXVE/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STrPrkcSjBI/AAAAAAAAADc/idUSuhPVXVE/s320/eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276758260841614354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blue/gray ring around the outside from my mom, and the inside is green from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only see my dads eyes in mine when there is a lot of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting though, that i can find them each there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt (Laura) suggested this book: The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I checked it out from the MSU library today, and i am 3 pages in and i already love it. Sometimes, right from the start you can tell that you are going to enjoy a book. I knew the first paragraph when the author asked me to picture a forest, to be it's conscience, to be it's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a small exerpt from that paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;"A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen." (imagine an ant devouring a mammoth tree, grain by grain!) "And, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. This forest eats itself and lives forever."&lt;br /&gt;then on the next page&lt;br /&gt;"She is inhumanly alone. and then, all at once, she isn't. a beautiful animal stands on the other side of the water. they look up from their lives, woman and animal, amazed to find themselves in the same place."&lt;br /&gt;to me, this seems to demonstrate how temporary or fragile loneliness or despair can be. (although you would never guess if you were immersed in it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you read this, thanks Laura for the suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Homework today.&lt;br /&gt;Should be a productive Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-3779074798593324749?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/3779074798593324749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=3779074798593324749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3779074798593324749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3779074798593324749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-slept-in-today-it-has-been-long-time.html' title='lessons and exerpts'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STrPrkcSjBI/AAAAAAAAADc/idUSuhPVXVE/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-3563434201104028562</id><published>2008-12-03T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:13:19.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good things to come</title><content type='html'>wooo hooo it's the last week of classes and i have almost made it through the long haul! i could not help but rejoice tonight upon the completion of one of my more challenging classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so many plans for winter break.. all good things- paintings and letters and friends and violin and drums and holiday celebrations. I'd like to take my cousins (spencer and grant) to the new lazer tag facility, also, i'd like to start attending poetry readings at frentz art guild and going to the unitarian church more frequently, as i seem to always leave intrigued with a new perspective to consider. which reminds me, would my parents be interested in attending the UU church for christmas eve this year? I think it would be a very positive experience, and a lot of my students will be in attendance there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a comment-leaving tutorial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. find the comment option at the bottom of the entry you would like to comment on, and click on it&lt;br /&gt;2.type in the comment box&lt;br /&gt;3. you will be asked to decode a word so that this site knows that you are not a computer leaving spam. the letters will look messed up, but type them in&lt;br /&gt;4. select the name/url option, fill in your name,&lt;br /&gt;5. hit publish comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;now come on people and demonstrate your newly acquired skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there has been a lot of hype about my new watercolor paintings, 3 people have asked me for them already! But alas, i painted them with my mother in mind, and they were hers before they were even in existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as we are on the topic of art, here are a few of jeremiahs pictures that i very much like:&lt;br /&gt;(once you open the picture, click it to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/tension-collapse-18850896"&gt;the epitome of perfect timing..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/038001-103589573"&gt;This is Nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/winter-willow-26593341"&gt;Here is one that has received a lot of attention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/nation-and-river-85331455"&gt;nation and river&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/batboy-58837925"&gt;of my friends melissa and dave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/dognap-55812053"&gt;of myself a while back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/spring-skiing-50568342"&gt;a skiier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/nation-learns-to-slide-38668690"&gt;i love the caption on this one "Nation learns to slide"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/splash-35816169"&gt;cannonball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/washing-hands-34157223"&gt;Nation and Hugo washing hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/the-water-nymphs-33941612"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/empathetic-hands-27415897"&gt;amazing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/summer-colors-20652918"&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/chim-chimney-17901141"&gt;Pat (my roommate) with umbrella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://figothecat.deviantart.com/art/bw-spring-17629503"&gt;this one also has received a lot of attention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth..  i could go on with this all day, he is very talented. :)&lt;br /&gt;one of my own, that begins to capture his infectious spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STdNFDE3A4I/AAAAAAAAADU/jFWR1LBVZ9o/s1600-h/jeremiah+sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STdNFDE3A4I/AAAAAAAAADU/jFWR1LBVZ9o/s320/jeremiah+sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275770237608199042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are each made up&lt;br /&gt;of galaxies and things&lt;br /&gt;that cease to spin&lt;br /&gt;if we forget to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-3563434201104028562?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/3563434201104028562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=3563434201104028562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3563434201104028562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3563434201104028562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-things-to-come.html' title='good things to come'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STdNFDE3A4I/AAAAAAAAADU/jFWR1LBVZ9o/s72-c/jeremiah+sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-4286609634209743112</id><published>2008-12-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:05:58.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a healthy balance</title><content type='html'>Today i've been frustrated because my school and work responsibilities suddenly overlap, and it results in negatively impacting both environments because i have to choose between them. All semester long, i have had class tuesday nights and morning class on wednesdays, which happens to be the only available times for my monthly work meetings. Thus, i have missed the majority of work meetings for the past couple months, and i have finally been issued a warning. I am often late for work on Wednesdays because my class ends as my shift begins, and I often have to leave early after overnights, due to having class right away in the mornings. Not only that, but tomorrow i have to attend a mandatory CPR training for REM, which directly interferes with my morning class which has strict attendance policies, not to mention that it is the week before finals, when i am receiving valuable information in my classes. Work and school have always remained at the top of my list of priorities, but which do i choose when i have to weigh them against one another? Most say "school is more important!" but that has further reaching implications, those being a negative work environment, employers who feel that i am unreliable, and further down the road the possibility of poor references. Sometimes i decide that missing one day of class has lesser impact than one day of work, but that is the kind of attitude that builds upon itself until school is put on the back burner.&lt;br /&gt;In an ideal world, i could immerse myself completely in my schoolwork, without dealing with the daily frustrations that are offered financially, mentally, physically and otherwise. I can only imagine that the quality of my work would improve tantamount.&lt;br /&gt;But i carry on, and keep calm when i am able. It's a balancing act, juggling not only a full schedule at school, but a full time job, a weekly cleaning position, teaching at Bridges, my sanity, my health, and my responsibilities as a roommate, a granddaughter, a friend, and whatever other role surfaces for me to fulfill. When i think back though, i've successfully maintained a fast pased lifestyle for most of my life. This realization gives me confidence in my capabilities, and even makes me feel a little proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;There is another kind of balance- a kind that grants a person flexibility to take time for themselves when they need to, to be less productive at times, to feel down and unmotivated occasionally. This balance occurs when said person has worked hard to earn themselves a reputation for their commitment and integrity. At times, a person can rest in the shade of their reputations while they recooperate before beginning another long haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STW-tIyqJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/EMqFKO3F_10/s1600-h/Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On-Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STW-tIyqJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/EMqFKO3F_10/s320/Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On-Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275332221197755906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep&lt;br /&gt;calm&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;carry&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;things&lt;br /&gt;often&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;themselves&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-4286609634209743112?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/4286609634209743112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=4286609634209743112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/4286609634209743112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/4286609634209743112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/healthy-balance.html' title='a healthy balance'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STW-tIyqJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/EMqFKO3F_10/s72-c/Keep+Calm+and+Carry+On-Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-6056033235612503621</id><published>2008-12-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:19:12.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i had a lot of school. I had a mock interview as well, during which i was videotaped and now i have to watch it and evaluate myself. It's funny to watch, because when i am focusing on the interviewer's questions i squint my eyes, and when i talk i use a lot of hand gestures, which i had not previously realized. I will upload a little clip later, when i figure out how to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is home right now in my house so i have been walking around, pretending like i know how to beatbox, interacting with the dogs and procrastinating. Have you seen our dogs? Here is a picture of them, courtesy of Jeremiah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR0w_B8XWI/AAAAAAAAACs/TbwiQtTaHGg/s1600-h/lateseptember+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR0w_B8XWI/AAAAAAAAACs/TbwiQtTaHGg/s320/lateseptember+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274969448459820386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Odin and Ruepert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They are not entertained by my beatbox. They are both sleeping now. I found yesterday a poet that i like- his name is Thomas Hardy. I dont think i had previously been familiar with him.&lt;br /&gt;i like this quote by him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif,Helvetica,Geneva,Arial,SunSans-Regular;"&gt;"To find themselves utterly alone at night where company is desirable and expected makes some people fearful; but a case more trying by far to the nerves is to discover some mysterious companionship when intuition, sensation, memory, analogy, testimony, probability, induction -- every kind of evidence in the logician's list -- have united to persuade consciousness that it is quite in isolation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Something i have found intriguing myself. Jeremiah and i are soon going to be watching Baraka, i havent seen it but i've heard a lot about it- Wikipedia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In addition to making comparisons between natural and technological phenomena, such as in &lt;i&gt;Koyaanisqatsi&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Baraka&lt;/i&gt; searches for a universal cultural perspective: for instance, following a shot of an elaborate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tattoo" title="Tattoo"&gt;tattoo&lt;/a&gt; on a bathing Japanese &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakuza" title="Yakuza"&gt;yakuza&lt;/a&gt; mobster with one of Native Australian tribal paint. The movie was filmed at 152 locations of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_%28number%29" title="24 (number)"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt; countries: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argentina" title="Argentina"&gt;Argentina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia" title="Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil" title="Brazil"&gt;Brazil&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambodia" title="Cambodia"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People%27s_Republic_of_China" title="People's Republic of China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecuador" title="Ecuador"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egypt" title="Egypt"&gt;Egypt&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France" title="France"&gt;France&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hong_Kong" title="Hong Kong"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India" title="India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia" title="Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran" title="Iran"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel" title="Israel"&gt;Israel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy" title="Italy"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenya" title="Kenya"&gt;Kenya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuwait" title="Kuwait"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepal" title="Nepal"&gt;Nepal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poland" title="Poland"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudi_Arabia" title="Saudi Arabia"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanzania" title="Tanzania"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thailand" title="Thailand"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey" title="Turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;. It contains no dialogue. Instead of a story or plot, the film uses themes to present new perspectives and evoke emotion purely through cinema."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at Bridges we are making tie-quilts. I have no experience so it should be an interesting day for both my students and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is nearing an end and i have to start gathering together my painting portfolio. Here are two of the paintings i did this semester in watercolor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR7cHVVOkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yvV0ujy0RQs/s1600-h/_MG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR7cHVVOkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yvV0ujy0RQs/s320/_MG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274976786492766786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR75z3z3CI/AAAAAAAAADE/tgwbMwfs0Y4/s1600-h/_MG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR75z3z3CI/AAAAAAAAADE/tgwbMwfs0Y4/s320/_MG_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274977296664747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are both,&lt;br /&gt;abstract landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-6056033235612503621?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/6056033235612503621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=6056033235612503621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/6056033235612503621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/6056033235612503621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-had-lot-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STR0w_B8XWI/AAAAAAAAACs/TbwiQtTaHGg/s72-c/lateseptember+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-7247875783885751587</id><published>2008-11-30T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:33:36.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend thus far</title><content type='html'>I have one week left of classes before finals, and i have a lot to do. I find myself however, being productive in other ways. I work 40 hours this weekend, but in the 16 hours i have off i have already done the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLnAPAZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z92AJ_s1fXI/s1600-h/clean+bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLnAPAZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z92AJ_s1fXI/s320/clean+bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274532104818515410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cleaned my bedroom, which proved to be a 3 day task.&lt;br /&gt;(I also cleaned other rooms in my house with help from Jeremiah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLnamfc-nI/AAAAAAAAACE/FG5bAP5x-oE/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLnamfc-nI/AAAAAAAAACE/FG5bAP5x-oE/s320/soccer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274532557799357042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I played soccer with 5 of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;(3 on 3, my team lost, but we played well and it was a close game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLn10_eN4I/AAAAAAAAACM/mJDMPYhGEI8/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLn10_eN4I/AAAAAAAAACM/mJDMPYhGEI8/s320/window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274533025548220290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I accidentally kicked the soccer ball into a window,&lt;br /&gt;while attempting to kick it into the house through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily nothing happened, but Jeremiah caught my reaction on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLoYaep1hI/AAAAAAAAACU/-a3A_nok7JE/s1600-h/craft+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLoYaep1hI/AAAAAAAAACU/-a3A_nok7JE/s320/craft+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274533619726669330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hosted a craft night at our house on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a little book that i made.&lt;br /&gt;Ruepert (dog) made himself comfortable in the midst of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeremiah has been encouraging me to take more photographs, and my interest in photography has kind of been renewed, so i'm sure there will be a lot of photo documentation to come.  Sometime i will link you to several of his photographs that i especially like. I have to finish my laundry and do some homework before i go to work in an hour and a half, so that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLpdzhfqoI/AAAAAAAAACk/kWRUSOdRl8o/s1600-h/j+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLpdzhfqoI/AAAAAAAAACk/kWRUSOdRl8o/s320/j+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274534811860445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-7247875783885751587?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/7247875783885751587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=7247875783885751587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/7247875783885751587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/7247875783885751587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend-thus-far.html' title='My weekend thus far'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STLnAPAZ3dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z92AJ_s1fXI/s72-c/clean+bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-7669251299187241798</id><published>2008-11-29T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:05:02.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFnrVklI4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7k8AD36hcwA/s1600-h/novemberlate+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFnrVklI4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7k8AD36hcwA/s320/novemberlate+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274110632850170754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The instruction for this picture was "look as if you are&lt;br /&gt;trying really hard to be polite listening to someone&lt;br /&gt;that you don't really want to be talking to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFmM9M556I/AAAAAAAAABs/ih9jlNXIA_s/s1600-h/moreoctoberrrrr+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFmM9M556I/AAAAAAAAABs/ih9jlNXIA_s/s320/moreoctoberrrrr+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274109011400714146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo of a few of my students at Bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(if you can enlarge, the facial expressions are priceless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFkMni8EiI/AAAAAAAAABc/XZONTTYFkaE/s1600-h/moreoctoberrrrr+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFkMni8EiI/AAAAAAAAABc/XZONTTYFkaE/s320/moreoctoberrrrr+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106806564295202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of my students at Bridges working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(kind of working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFirtG0R4I/AAAAAAAAABU/9tKFioRFBNg/s1600-h/novemberlate+231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFirtG0R4I/AAAAAAAAABU/9tKFioRFBNg/s320/novemberlate+231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105141609645954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending time with Isador and Jeremiah in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;(we were playing with the lighting on the camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFhLcMJmLI/AAAAAAAAABM/hHWf75R7BGo/s1600-h/tessas+rats+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFhLcMJmLI/AAAAAAAAABM/hHWf75R7BGo/s320/tessas+rats+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274103487801170098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isador resting in the bathroom towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFgZXl6q_I/AAAAAAAAABE/nCqNK2NGBZg/s1600-h/tessas+rats+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFgZXl6q_I/AAAAAAAAABE/nCqNK2NGBZg/s320/tessas+rats+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274102627573607410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isador in the window sill. (i like her position)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFfO7DGZLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AbMU22-sLkg/s1600-h/novemberlate+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFfO7DGZLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AbMU22-sLkg/s320/novemberlate+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274101348601062578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremiah and i trying to look threatening.&lt;br /&gt;(We have a series of pictures like this, in which one of us says an emotion&lt;br /&gt;and we both try to act it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-7669251299187241798?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/7669251299187241798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=7669251299187241798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/7669251299187241798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/7669251299187241798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFnrVklI4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7k8AD36hcwA/s72-c/novemberlate+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-3753455644564250773</id><published>2008-11-29T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:58:00.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few good words</title><content type='html'>Don't aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue... as the unintended side-effect of one's personal dedication to a course greater than oneself.&lt;br /&gt;-Viktor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;-Viktor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms: to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.&lt;br /&gt;-Viktor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;-Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."&lt;br /&gt;-Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and that which is done in love is done well." -- Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." -Harold Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"real strength does not impair harmony or beauty, but often bestows it."&lt;br /&gt;-Herman Melville, Moby Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and we went outside to once more see the stars"&lt;br /&gt;-Dante's Inferno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503241170071000593-3753455644564250773?l=tessaweyhe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/feeds/3753455644564250773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4503241170071000593&amp;postID=3753455644564250773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3753455644564250773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4503241170071000593/posts/default/3753455644564250773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessaweyhe.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-good-words.html' title='a few good words'/><author><name>Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107681371193556898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFVehwyxsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/w19exbnJWzo/S220/novemberlate+237.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4503241170071000593.post-816101982423782913</id><published>2008-11-29T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:09:52.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving this year was unforgettable. I woke up around 9:30 excited for the day ahead of me. Somehow instead of getting ready though, Jeremiah and I ended up taking our Christmas card photo (see below). We are a classy folk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFMGcVHfPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FY2YLmUKCpk/s1600-h/turkeyday+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFMGcVHfPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FY2YLmUKCpk/s320/turkeyday+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274080312195251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started out at my grandma Pattis- she and my grandpa cooked while my cousins and i played with my pet rats. Grant (7) could not get enough of Chica (rat) crawling into and out of his shirt. I walked in on him alone in the room giggling- it was that kind of belly laugh that brings tears to your eyes.. possibly one of my favorite moments of the day. Soon enough, family arrived and the meal was served. I scarfed down a lot of food before it occurred to me that i was going to be eating again in 3 hours, and then i felt guilty and started eating more slowly, though i was already full. It's hard to resist a full buffet of food these days, as it is a rarity in my world. My grandpa and i talked biology and evolution (Did you know that humans are progressively growing larger over time? We can no longer fit into the old time suits of armor! Looking at my grandpa, this is not hard to believe. He is a tall, tall man. Also, our most ancient roots can be traced back to Australia, not even Africa as i had so often presumed.)  My parents and my brother and i took a family photo, and tried to make it look candid. My dad insisted that it not look posed. He suggested that we "act like we are about to leave." My mom pointed out that this would still be posed. My family doesn't often make small tasks do-able. We like to muddle, and discuss, and argue, and laugh, and struggle a bit i suppose. Anyway, eventually we got a few photos that should suffice. After a glass of wine that my parents urged me not to finish, i left for Jeremiahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive from my grandmas house on Lake Jefferson to Jeremiahs was beautiful! The lakes were starting to freeze and it was a sunny day and i wished for a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, Jeremiah welcomed me inside and introduced me to several members of his family, whom i had not previously met. I came prepared with a bottle of wine, but apparently nobody else had realized the liquor stores were closed on Thanksgiving. We called around and failed to find any resources. As folks arrived, there was a consistent mumble of complaints about it. We made due though. At Jeremiahs, the hustle and bustle was notable.  I tried to capture it in a photo, but without the volume and the array of laughter and talk, it does not do the actual moment justice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFRnwt7H0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z7Gcne7doQ0/s1600-h/turkeyday+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWTvz5YCkuI/STFRnwt7H0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z7Gcne7doQ0/s320/turkeyday+160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086382161829698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(CLICK TO ENLARGE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The highlight of this experience: I was playing hide and seek outside with Nation (7) and Hugo (5) at night. I was hiding in the front yard behind a car, and tricked myself into thinking that i heard them, and that they had found me. So, i jumped up screaming, and both Nation and Hugo were at the other side of the yard. I had given away my position. Also, while playing catch phrase with 8 or so other adults, i confused the pentagon with the parthenon and was infinitely embarrassed. It was a good experience overall though, much warmth and laughter and conversation, made a person feel good to be alive in such a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my night at work, because i was due for an overnight. I slept on the floor, which i have found to be good for my back.  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