<?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-13404937</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:31:09.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senorita G's Rants, Raves &amp; Adventuras!</title><subtitle type='html'>"I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6564652939934958847</id><published>2007-07-11T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:06:54.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More Day!! Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>My last day.... I must do so much stuff. My flight leaves at 8am tomorrow. I cannot wait... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt; filled with anxiousness and anticipation. I want to leave already.&lt;br /&gt;Today the day will be filled with cleaning, packing, last min. errands and tonight I have class. Last night I was at least able to sleep 7 hours since it has finally cooled off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.... I will try to update while in the RD but no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6564652939934958847?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6564652939934958847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6564652939934958847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6564652939934958847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6564652939934958847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-more-day-cant-wait.html' title='1 More Day!! Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7541256420968430408</id><published>2007-07-09T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:09:55.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annnnnnnnnnnoying!!!!</title><content type='html'>I find it annoying that people (many of them) when I talk about the Dominican Republic a few , days, weeks, emails, conversations, mins, etc. later ask me a follow up conversation about Costa Rica.... what is the deal? I do not get it. They do not even sound alike... are in very (well kind-of) different locations.... WTF. Today it happened twice.... when are you going to Costa Rica again??? or whatever.... UMMMMM.... an hour from NEVER. I have never been to Costa Rica.... nor any other coutry that has two words that rhymes with Costa Rica. Is CR soooooo much more well known then DR??? Help me out on this one..... GRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND what about PUERTO RICO.... at least that is much closer in spelling.... Its not like it say PR and they say CR..... no.....DR sounds very different people. Get with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7541256420968430408?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7541256420968430408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7541256420968430408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7541256420968430408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7541256420968430408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/annnnnnnnnnnoying.html' title='Annnnnnnnnnnoying!!!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1506063998155488784</id><published>2007-07-06T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:39:55.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5.5 days left....</title><content type='html'>I leave on Thursday morning... and will be in Santiago, DR by dinner time. I would be there early if American Airlines had more daily flights to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;STI&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SDQ&lt;/span&gt;... but no.... apparently that's not possible. I have about a 4.5 hour layover in Miami.... but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as we know i love to people watch... especially '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latino&lt;/span&gt; people watch'!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;It is really hot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mpls&lt;/span&gt; this week.... supposed to get hotter over the weekend... they say 95. So, I have officially 'moved' over to my parents air conditioned house.... so, as not to suffer in my apt. that is so HOT HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out what to bring for a few people... so, I decided that I will make a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and some brownies as a yummy gift.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to find a hat or something baseball related for W but since I am cheap and poor... Target is not really meeting my needs on this one. I'll check the prices at the mall over the weekend. Besides that I am all set for gifts... I cleaned out some stuff and am bring several zip-lock bags of make-up and other randoms stuff that I have that I never used.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I think we all (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, my aunt's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and grandma) for breakfast at the Original Pancake House. Tomorrow night I will probably go out with L.... to the movie 'Knocked Up'.... fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;babbling&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1506063998155488784?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1506063998155488784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1506063998155488784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1506063998155488784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1506063998155488784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/55-days-left.html' title='5.5 days left....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4474072928862052692</id><published>2007-07-04T19:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:11:42.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Malaria... thank GOD!</title><content type='html'>I do not have Malaria. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hepatitis&lt;/span&gt; A.... :( Which sucks as it just has to run its course and no medication that I can take for it. Though she offered to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prescribe&lt;/span&gt; me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt; medicine. She thinks that I would have contracted it in the DR.... which is quit possible. So, for now I'm just here.... getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. it. I leave next Thursday morning.... only 1 more week until the madness and until I get to see W. Though he said he was going to skip work to pick me up at the airport I told him '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;'.... we'll see if he listens. By the time that I get to the neighborhood, he would be getting home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a fabulous 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4474072928862052692?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4474072928862052692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4474072928862052692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4474072928862052692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4474072928862052692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-malaria-thank-god.html' title='Not Malaria... thank GOD!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-3300813159668942393</id><published>2007-07-03T07:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:33:10.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaria?!?!</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for weeks now.... I thought it might be one thing but it has been confirmed over and over again that it is not that. I have been getting sicker but only for half of each day..... I have been trying to ignore it. I thought I may be loosing my mind. Something normal is not going on. Some symtoms are getting more severe... and not good. I thought it was the temp changes, the food change, lovesickness, etc.... but I cannot rationalize what is going on in my body anymore. I need to see a Dr. as if it is what I suspect it is either malaria or some sort-of paracite... it needs to be treated NOW as it is serious and I am supposed to leave in 9 short days and need to be stable, health wise or I think my parents would committ me to ensure I don't set foot on a airplane now. Hopefully I am ok... and can see a dr. today.... and I don't loose too much dinero in the process. At this moment I do not have health insurance... I will see what I can get from the state as I have 'no income' and won't technically until late Dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-3300813159668942393?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/3300813159668942393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=3300813159668942393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3300813159668942393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3300813159668942393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/malaria.html' title='Malaria?!?!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-734954877230924610</id><published>2007-07-01T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:13:03.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringness</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling down the last few days.... probably because I don't have too much to do right now. I go back to RD on the 12th.... so, I am not so paitiently counting the days. I have been talking too much on the phone to W. About every other day... sometimes everyday. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing going on in life.... I am taking my grammar class.... my mid-term is due tomorrow at 5pm... and as I am sure you can guess. I haven't even started it yet. I have slept a lot this weekend. Last night I went to a friends house and we watch my Sanky Panky DVD.... which is always interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that.... I have no big plans for the next 10 days. Just cleaning, hanging out, finishing up class and walking around the lakes to stay tan. Maybe we'll go to LPB next Fri, or Sat if we're up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... that's all.... CHAU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-734954877230924610?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/734954877230924610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=734954877230924610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/734954877230924610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/734954877230924610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/07/boringness.html' title='Boringness'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2104003994536370776</id><published>2007-06-23T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:05:12.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mis pensamientos...</title><content type='html'>It's almost 1am.... I went to the movie 'Mr. Brook's' earlier this evening with some friends and was terrified beyond my comfort level. I was supposed to go out to night for a friend of a friend's bday bar-hopping kind-of thing... but i decided to clean.... yeah... so, i'm sure you can guess how i feel about this person if i choose to clean my apt. over them. Actually they aren't that bad... just someother chicks that were going to be there drive nuts... well, more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.... should prob. go to bed.... but just keep listening to music and cleaning... beleive this is not my natural behavior. I usually do every thing in my power to avoid cleaning/organizing/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing lots of thinking about life lately. So, many people are stuck in the status quo or trying to fulfill it. They don't want to (CANNOT) go against the grain and do something that is not 'ok' with the publics idea of 'ok'. I am thinking about some things.... some decisions that I have made or am going to have to make it the weeks to come. Generally... I think way too much. I think about shit and never do it.... mostly because I am scared of what will happen but I'm sick of being one of my own victims and letting my fears and doubts take control of me and what I do with my life... because i want to 'be normal'. Though I have known for years that there is no such thing as 'normal' and that there is no reason should want to be like everyone else. So.... I will continue to think... though a certain individual close to me says that it is ok to think but i need to let some of my thoughts out and talk about them.... or i will go crazy. I agree.... i do need to talk about some issues and stop doubting the things that are going on around me and that i am seeing, feeling and experiencing as it is cutting into my life in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... must stop babbling.&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2104003994536370776?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2104003994536370776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2104003994536370776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2104003994536370776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2104003994536370776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-pensamientos.html' title='mis pensamientos...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2634908040702762084</id><published>2007-06-21T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:54:10.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update on La Vida</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating.... I've been busy... very very busy!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life right now is good. I'm taking a short summer course on English Grammar (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun.... NOT!) and then I'm headed back to the DR. Santiago (the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; city) for the 6.5 weeks... should be interesting!!! Oh... and I have to give props to &lt;a href="http://amity.beane.org/"&gt;Amity&lt;/a&gt;... I will be visiting her in Cabrera. AND &lt;a href="http://carotorres.blogspot.com/"&gt;CARO&lt;/a&gt;??? &amp; &lt;a href="http://tainomangu.blogspot.com/"&gt;KARLA&lt;/a&gt;??? Any chance you will be en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tierra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caliente&lt;/span&gt; this summer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having problems with my stomach lately (more than usual) and now have headaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; my lack of caffeine. It has been hot here and the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;air conditioning&lt;/span&gt; in my apt and car has been a bit overwhelming at times. At least today it is a little cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;' in a relationship. As opposed to unofficially..! :/ We will call him 'W'..... but he is in no way related to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; Bush the 43rd nor can he vote for him as he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dominicano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all that's going in life. I am counting the days until I go back and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start student teaching in the Minneapolis schools on Aug 27.... and will be officially done with it and license will be pending with the state on Dec. 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I teach 12 weeks at a diverse urban high school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; South side and then will be places 3/4 weeks at a Spanish Immersion elementary school. AND then I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DOOOONNNNEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! And maybe headed to the DR to work!?!? Right, Amity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I get to (read: was forced to) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; one of the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;AFS&lt;/span&gt; buses to D-day. Yes... another year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AFSers&lt;/span&gt; has finished their year as exchange students and have to go home. So, I get on the bus 9pm on Monday... we get to Chicago early AM and then I volunteer all day and the bus leave Chicago for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt; Tues at 4pm. It will be fun.... more than 700 kids going home.... there will be a lot of emotions flying... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what it was like to go home... I did not want to go... I couldn't even imagine going back.... and when I did arrive 18 hrs later days and months of major reverse culture shock followed. I do not think I ever recovered fully!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... that's it for now. I'm headed off to dinner with Lena... we found a Colombian/Peruvian Res. en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; barrio.... and we have to discuss the possibility of attending a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Juagares&lt;/span&gt; (w/ secret guest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Juanes&lt;/span&gt;) concert on July 1st. Oh... and I must remember to purchase a ticket to my future president's campaign kick-off on the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;... yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2634908040702762084?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2634908040702762084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2634908040702762084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2634908040702762084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2634908040702762084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-update-on-la-vida.html' title='Quick Update on La Vida'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-3680138682679196239</id><published>2007-05-12T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:55:30.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida...</title><content type='html'>I'll be in the DR until June 6th-ish.... I will try to update but no garentees that I'll have internet access or electricity in the 'barrio fino'.... (i.e. da hood, the ghetto, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that everything is good... a little high strees as all the loose ends weren't tied up but hey.... I will be back in less than a month and can attend to things then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaucito y besos a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-3680138682679196239?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/3680138682679196239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=3680138682679196239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3680138682679196239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3680138682679196239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-vida.html' title='La vida...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6185584158093888804</id><published>2007-04-30T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:37:23.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Smoking Neighbor</title><content type='html'>The chick that lives below me is a chain smoker... up until last Friday she just smoked cigarettes... but on Friday night when I arrived home early (before bar time). I walked into the building to the smell of pot... I thought maybe I was just really out of it but as I enter into my apt... which is above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt;, with shared vents I was bombarded with the certain odor of marijuana. Lovely. What is really funny about it is... she and whoever she was with got silent when I got home and didn't talk for a long time... like a half hour... I think they were scared... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muuuuahaha&lt;/span&gt;...!! But being the nice neighbor I am... I didn't really care and was exhausted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drunkish&lt;/span&gt;... so, I was about to pass out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tonight she is standing on the front step... outside this time smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt;... which is annoying.... but again... I just shut the window. Hopefully, when I have friends over again at 3 or 4am... she won't come up and pound on my door and scream like crazy.... like last time. It was actually comical as she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; to me a few days later.... but imagine dealing with Brazilian guys, that just yell at her and say... 'she just needs a good f##k' and to go away. Again... funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... I have some work to do... and later some international phone calls to make via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6185584158093888804?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6185584158093888804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6185584158093888804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6185584158093888804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6185584158093888804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/chain-smoking-neighbor.html' title='Chain Smoking Neighbor'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-5585530640932856211</id><published>2007-04-28T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:14:59.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>I can never get enough sleep on week days... its like pulling teeth to get out of bed. I push the snooze button and struggle imensely.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends... at least the last two Saturdays.... I cannot sleep. This week I woke up at 6am and couldn't go back to sleep. :( Which is annoying as I wanted to sleep in... but nooooooooo. So, I guess I'll go walk around Lake Calhoun now... and get some exercise before it gets really busy over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-5585530640932856211?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/5585530640932856211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=5585530640932856211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5585530640932856211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5585530640932856211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2835864727254228914</id><published>2007-04-26T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:23:58.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Violence</title><content type='html'>I watched Dr. Phil today. It is about a husband who stalks his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He holds hostage of this woman... mental, monetary and physical hostage.&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy. He taps phone lines, reads her email, threatens her, follows her, ETC ETC ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt;. I do not understand why people stay in these situations. Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt; advocates say that you cannot change a person until they are ready. You could tell them to leave 1 million times but until they are ready nothing you say or do will change. I cannot imagine how low this woman's self-esteem maybe that she just takes this shit and doesn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DV&lt;/span&gt; happens in so may forms and is not just physical. Victims must know that it is not their fault and that they deserve better and they can get out. There is a better life. If they are here illegally they can go to the police, they can get legal help to protect their children and regain control of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2835864727254228914?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2835864727254228914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2835864727254228914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2835864727254228914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2835864727254228914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/domestic-violence.html' title='Domestic Violence'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1110574231726842084</id><published>2007-04-26T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:17:49.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>The week was almost over... I do not have any big plans for the weekend. I have to write all aspects of a curriculm unit for my class.... that's about it. Oh... and teach Spanish on Sunday which means I cannot drink too much Saturday night... which is fine at my local Saturday Latin night spot is closed this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting excited... less than 3 weeks until SD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1110574231726842084?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1110574231726842084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1110574231726842084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1110574231726842084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1110574231726842084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2591432218566566694</id><published>2007-04-16T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:29:18.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech Shooting</title><content type='html'>Another school shooting. What is wrong with people? I do not understand how and why someone could do this. Nothing is worth killing so many innocent people. An individual would have to be entirely mentally unstable to do this. As everyone else is, I'm interested to find out the motive of this situation. Though the initial shooting seemed to have a domestic focus, I wonder if the later shooting was at a planned, premeditated location. I hear that most the deaths happened in a 1st German class. Which is scary. As a teacher... anything that has to do with violence in the schools scares me. Also, another thought... schools should have doors that lock on the inside. Most doors can only be lock via keys on the outside. Though this may not have much influence, it could save lives in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray and think positive thoughts for the people in the Virginia Tech Community and their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2591432218566566694?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2591432218566566694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2591432218566566694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2591432218566566694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2591432218566566694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-shooting.html' title='Virginia Tech Shooting'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1216665221778215772</id><published>2007-04-14T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:34:04.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is so... BLAH!</title><content type='html'>Procrastination filled weekend... I had good intentions... but yeah... nothing has happened yet in the studying/doing projects/lesson plans department yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however going to R's birthday party... that is promised to be very interesting. Imagine a whole bunch of angry women that are still in love with him in the same room. I think L and I will be the only ones that have never hooked up with him before... hopefully some hot new Brazilians I have ever seen before show up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... back to doing nothing.... my damn ipod froze... so, I'm listening to music on my compu and ponder life, men and friendship as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaucito! Mando besos a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1216665221778215772?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1216665221778215772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1216665221778215772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1216665221778215772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1216665221778215772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-is-so-blah.html' title='My life is so... BLAH!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-87128384734872289</id><published>2007-04-11T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:29:31.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSSSSSSED....</title><content type='html'>On March 3rd, I took the PRAXIS II Test which is required to be a Spanish teacher. It went ok... but was a really weird situation and everyone else that was testing had already failed several times. It was half oral and half written... for the oral part I had to speak into a tape recorder which is fine... but the problem was 3 other people answering the same exact question at the same exaxt time into their tape recorders. The questions were open ended, narratives, restatements, arguments, etc... and we had 2-3 mins to record our answers for each questions. There was no going back... just time to talk....&lt;br /&gt;After getting a little thrown off on the first question... because I am SOOOOO easily distracted... and I could hear everyone around me saying things that I was about to say, or should have said, etc....I decided that I was going to pass this test and I didn't care who I took down in the process. So, my strategy for the rest of the oral test was to cover my ears and speak loudly.... yeah, I may have caused others to fail... but I got my results in the mail today and I passed on my first try. YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-87128384734872289?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/87128384734872289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=87128384734872289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/87128384734872289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/87128384734872289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-passsssssed.html' title='I PASSSSSSSED....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2172536896426007866</id><published>2007-04-10T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:54:12.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhxNv3w9wYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m1XHIONylNM/s1600-h/judgeme"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051998366821368194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhxNv3w9wYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m1XHIONylNM/s400/judgeme" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2172536896426007866?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2172536896426007866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2172536896426007866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2172536896426007866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2172536896426007866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhxNv3w9wYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m1XHIONylNM/s72-c/judgeme' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2832448864909098772</id><published>2007-04-08T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:53:09.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Let's see... I'm utterly exhausted... I haven't felt this run down in a while. I have been sleeping for almost 3 days straight... I wake up for a few hours... and then go back to sleep... I feel like I am just weighed down by this virus... not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make to my families Easter festivities for less than two hours today. Had a little food... chatted with a some cousins and aunts then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am waiting for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calll&lt;/span&gt; about the show tonight... hopefully my friend forgot or died or something so I don't have to go... but I have never known him to pass up a party. Especially since I agreed to pay cover. AND I don't care how sick I am if there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dominicans&lt;/span&gt; (which there will be)... I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my friend yesterday in DR... she started her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pasantia&lt;/span&gt;... in La Vega last Monday... shit is tough... they moved from their apt., her husband doesn't have a job. There is something about the people in DR... at least the people that I know. They seem to have so little, have have many hardships, or constant hardships but yet they take each day as it is and seem to be happy and can enjoy things that people in my country cannot. They enjoy the little things in life; food, music, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dominoes&lt;/span&gt;, rum... etc... and they get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. it... So, when I think I have it rough and want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; I need to reflect and realize that I am just being dramatic once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2832448864909098772?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2832448864909098772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2832448864909098772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2832448864909098772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2832448864909098772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2141978184524508946</id><published>2007-04-07T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:27:08.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, Sadness and Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I'm sick with the flu or something wonderful. I has been coming on slowly since last Monday but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hit until late Thursday night... when I tried to go so sleep after dancing until 2:30am... I just keep coughing myself awake... then I spent the majority of Friday sleeping on my futon or feeling sorry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;... and I woke up almost without a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because I talked to a friend in the DR last night and he told me that his wife had a problem during her pregnancy last week and their baby was born alive (only 20-21 weeks) and later died. My friend is trying to be strong and logical about it... thinking about it as a doctor (which he is)... what should have been done that wasn't and what can they change so the next baby makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. the pregnancy. This is tragic... very sad and to make it worse I already gave them a baby gift.... what an idiot. I should have waited until it was born. I told him that they will learn from this experience and need to be strong and go forward... Sometimes it sucks to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; far away from people that you care about as you can't just reach out and give them a hug when they need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;... as you all know I'm an expert at this... I am actually not procrastinating at the moment. Working on some stuff for my online class.... but I really should be working on a lesson I need to present to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday evening... as, I am going out tomorrow night and have family stuff during the day.... oh well.... if need be...I'll be sick Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight... I'm going the non-Latin route... as of the moment... Though things may change. I went out to 1st Ave Thursday night with R and some of his friends.... I had a great time.... and a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mexicana's&lt;/span&gt; want to hangout with me again soon... because I am so cool... and I am more Latina than them... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2141978184524508946?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2141978184524508946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2141978184524508946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2141978184524508946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2141978184524508946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-sadness-and-procrastination.html' title='Sick, Sadness and Procrastination'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6556284085543416337</id><published>2007-04-04T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:45:37.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I'm sick... it's good I am pretty much not working this week... only 1-3 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study and getting working on stuff for grad school... but as usual I am not doing that... just avoiding it and getting overwhelmed thinking about it... I sure am crazy... but at least I can admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are preparing our Spanish classes for the end of the year show/presentation/recital.... mine are doing well... but most of the 1st graders (especially the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninos&lt;/span&gt;) think they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; cool to sing. Though singing really isn't my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; method of teaching, it is really the only thing that works (read: is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aloud&lt;/span&gt;) for the show. Only a few more weeks. On a good note, at my private lessons at the really wealthy families house the two youngest girls are begging their mom to have me come at least once more each week. Tonight, when my time with the 3rd grader was ending she said to me...'how 'bout we make the lesson longer tonight.... can you stay until 10?'... I say no...'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tengo&lt;/span&gt; q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;' and she said...'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pllllllease&lt;/span&gt;... how about until 9pm then'.... nice, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... must go do something that is not important at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6556284085543416337?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6556284085543416337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6556284085543416337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6556284085543416337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6556284085543416337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-and-procrastination.html' title='Sick and Procrastination'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-5236343917790998025</id><published>2007-04-01T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:22:15.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I will be going after eating a nice Easter feast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xtreme at Karma, next Sunday night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhBohjqSrXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hq59D6tveOE/s1600-h/GrupoXtreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048650107999923570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhBohjqSrXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hq59D6tveOE/s400/GrupoXtreme.jpg" 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/13404937-5236343917790998025?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/5236343917790998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=5236343917790998025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5236343917790998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5236343917790998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-what-i-will-be-going-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RhBohjqSrXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hq59D6tveOE/s72-c/GrupoXtreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-954576381598127662</id><published>2007-03-30T16:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:49:35.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-630463AC.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5D5D2679.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-50C95EAC.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-CB873F5.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=438207-8d68&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=438207-8d68&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-954576381598127662?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/954576381598127662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=954576381598127662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/954576381598127662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/954576381598127662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2336704001901713824</id><published>2007-03-29T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:23:19.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much...</title><content type='html'>I alive... trying to figure things out. Nothing too new and exciting is happening. Not much work for the next 11 days. Which is awesome... just one or two hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Happy Hour at Brits.... and I am headed out in a little bit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint my bedroom. I am just trying to figure out how I will do it. Lots of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Chau... y besos a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2336704001901713824?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2336704001901713824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2336704001901713824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2336704001901713824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2336704001901713824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7736169499730469198</id><published>2007-03-25T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:47:51.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>G</title><content type='html'>I'm sad. Having issues. Just when I think I forget... that I have moved on... it all comes crashing back. I do not think I am meant to move on until this is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;AND now... when I made semi-permenant decisions nothing really can be resolved until late December... no, not possible new news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick to my stomach and so confused. How have I let this happen again? It better be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7736169499730469198?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7736169499730469198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7736169499730469198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7736169499730469198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7736169499730469198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/g.html' title='G'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4586390076128655328</id><published>2007-03-25T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:24:03.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Clarity and BSing....</title><content type='html'>Most people who know me well, know that I have a tendency to be good at BSing. Now... this has come in handy over the years. I know what people what to hear (especially professors) and can lay it on thick when necessary. Well... that time has come... after several coffees and mates my brain has suddenly gotten into BS-turbo mode and I am flying (ok... exaggeration... moving faster than a turtle) at this portfolio justifications and evidence now. Who knew my bachelors in BS would come in so handy today. These education professors won't know what hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to writing and caffeinated drink land....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4586390076128655328?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4586390076128655328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4586390076128655328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4586390076128655328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4586390076128655328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/brain-clarity-and-bsing.html' title='Brain Clarity and BSing....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6338993058177000188</id><published>2007-03-25T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:04:54.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology</title><content type='html'>Am I a freak that I follow astrology and the min. I make a new friend I have to read up on their sign and see what they are like. I also read about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquarius&lt;/span&gt;' (my sign) and now recently I have been learning more about Chinese astrology... I was born in the year of the dog... two days before the year of the pig.... and then reading on what it means to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aquarius&lt;/span&gt; dog. This might be a little strange but it helps me confirm some things about my personality and mind that I already know. Regarding friends... I get a bit freaked out when I read something about their sign... say 'they like books' and then out of no where a few days later the new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;announces&lt;/span&gt; that they really like books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all made up or real?!? I am a believer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6338993058177000188?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6338993058177000188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6338993058177000188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6338993058177000188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6338993058177000188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/astrology.html' title='Astrology'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2795702430141639943</id><published>2007-03-24T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:03:22.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>This week the universe was watching over me. Maybe because I have been doing positive things in life lately... except for the usual procrastination. I was supposed to present at pre-student-teaching portfolio to some grad school professors at Friday at 4pm. I had a whopping nothing done as of Wednesday evening... I was starting to freak out in my usual ways... multiple visits to the refrigerator... when I got an email. My professor has been double booked and needed to reschedule. Yes! My stars where lined up, and the meeting was moved until Tuesday at 8am. I have dedicated the weekend to working on it... which is fine... though I found myself cleaning instead of doing what I was supposed to. I can't believe my extreme avoidance tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that.... nothing too much new. I may be getting together with some people from my past in the up coming weeks because of my 'new' approach to people. Yes.... instead of just thinking and not doing... I do and think later. It has proved to work thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on vacation.... but no money at the moment. Next week... after Tues at 8am, I will start working on drumming up people from Spanish lessons for this summer. And then depending on how that goes I may make some sort of decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2795702430141639943?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2795702430141639943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2795702430141639943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2795702430141639943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2795702430141639943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8075363783030506830</id><published>2007-03-19T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:11:59.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging lately... I've been busy with life... but now I am procrastinating.... so here I am... doing what I am not supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are going well... a bit weird... but I am sure life will sort itself out sooner, rather than later. But then I see a full moon, listen to a certain song and have a nervous episoid... that makes me question all of my recent decisions and think that I am just running away... but from what exactly? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write a paper up and cook dinner before my peeps come over for a viewing of 'Borat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau! Y beijos a tudos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8075363783030506830?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8075363783030506830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8075363783030506830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8075363783030506830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8075363783030506830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-996919842116256788</id><published>2007-03-10T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:18:50.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>I spent the day painting my apt... and putting things in their new places. There doesn't appear to be any hot water... which is not good. I painted my walls... a really bright blue... I'm going to get in trouble. OH WELL!!! If I cannot be somewhere by the ocean... I will bring it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sad about some decisions I made... but I need to get over it and grow-up I guess. I should be happy but as usual about a million...'what if's' are running thru. my head... and making me crazier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I have to get the 'rents at the airport. They are coming in the Barbados.Their flight better be on time... or they are going to have to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am going out for the evening.... it should prove to be interesting.... I hope. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have to turn the clock an hour forward... and get my ass to my private Spanish lesson with the extreamly rich people at 11am... yikes! AND without a handover this time... I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-996919842116256788?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/996919842116256788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=996919842116256788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/996919842116256788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/996919842116256788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1161674063885292348</id><published>2007-03-09T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:57:32.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum...</title><content type='html'>Overwhelmed as usual... not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;The snow is melting quickly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;Tired of avoiding some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Changes. Many Changes... is all part of the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1161674063885292348?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1161674063885292348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1161674063885292348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1161674063885292348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1161674063885292348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1315297594376656425</id><published>2007-03-06T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:37:21.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind won't stop....&lt;br /&gt;it's spinning....&lt;br /&gt;too much input...&lt;br /&gt;not enough output...&lt;br /&gt;why do i do this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Aventura and trying to distract myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1315297594376656425?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1315297594376656425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1315297594376656425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1315297594376656425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1315297594376656425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mind-wont-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8545411439596065198</id><published>2007-03-06T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:58:34.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Necesiiiiiiiiito CAFE! Ya.</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday... I slept 2.5 hours... I think. I'm tired and not very prepared for the day. Maybe I will feel better after my daily dominican... coffee... not men folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.... I will try to be productive... though it is 6am... and I am confused getting more confused by the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mando besos y saludos a todos!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8545411439596065198?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8545411439596065198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8545411439596065198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8545411439596065198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8545411439596065198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/necesiiiiiiiiito-cafe-ya.html' title='Necesiiiiiiiiito CAFE! Ya.'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8326431018064982696</id><published>2007-03-05T06:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:57:09.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Monday's....</title><content type='html'>I don't want to work today. I just want to stay in bed. I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; to work with the children I work with. Not today. Maybe after a little c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;affiene&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be a little nicer but that is going to ask a lot. I will go to Dunn Bros. instead of Caribou this morning... I need something extra strong. I don't want to deal with 1st graders or middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party for myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8326431018064982696?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8326431018064982696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8326431018064982696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8326431018064982696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8326431018064982696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-mondays.html' title='I Hate Monday&apos;s....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-3640720849826315057</id><published>2007-03-04T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:16:21.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues...</title><content type='html'>i have issues...&lt;br /&gt;major issues...&lt;br /&gt;some of which include...&lt;br /&gt;changing my mind constantly...&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to make a decision...&lt;br /&gt;making a decision and then deciding I want to do something else...&lt;br /&gt;than throw in some constant obsessing...&lt;br /&gt;some crazy fantasizing...&lt;br /&gt;some more mind changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poooooooor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dios&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-3640720849826315057?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/3640720849826315057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=3640720849826315057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3640720849826315057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3640720849826315057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/03/issues.html' title='Issues...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2423023692218059260</id><published>2007-02-26T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:55:17.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shades of Perception...</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how each person sees the same situation so differently and responds according to their perception... even if parts of this same situation are agreed upon by both people... the way they interpret the remainder is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas confirmed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reevaluated&lt;/span&gt; in every moment...&lt;br /&gt;with every breath...&lt;br /&gt;with every thought...&lt;br /&gt;and conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perception continues to change... gracias a la ayuda de unos amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2423023692218059260?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2423023692218059260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2423023692218059260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2423023692218059260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2423023692218059260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/shades-of-perception.html' title='The Shades of Perception...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7883537782641532874</id><published>2007-02-25T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:21:26.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Que tiempo hace hoy??</title><content type='html'>Es domingo y esta nevando, nublado y hace frrrrio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snowed more than a foot in less than 24 hours. My shoveled twice... my back and arms hurt. Before it snowed it rained/slushed for about 4 hours... so... it is slushy, heavy, slippry slop that is out there.... yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is happening here... I went on an online shopping spree in the last week... I am out of control. I now need to start saving my money and not spending it on fun things I find online that I can use in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents lest on vacation yesterday... for a two week Caribbean adventure... in St. Lucia and Barbados... but then they got stranded in Dallas yesterday... and I am assuming they made it to St. Lucia today as I did not get any complaining phone calls from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... me voy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paz y amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7883537782641532874?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7883537782641532874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7883537782641532874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7883537782641532874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7883537782641532874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/que-tiempo-hace-hoy.html' title='Que tiempo hace hoy??'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2755231244515125461</id><published>2007-02-21T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:01:44.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no she didn't....</title><content type='html'>So.... I have some theories about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;latino&lt;/span&gt; men.... some of my theories dictate how I approach relationships and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;latino&lt;/span&gt; men. I don't like men with really big cocky egos or attitudes (which is common in some groups)... and so, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;latino&lt;/span&gt; men that I interact with get a bit crazy/cocky/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;egolicious&lt;/span&gt;....I be sure to to keep them in check.... not let the ego get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; big.... Yes, people... this white girl has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;atttttttitude&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Daaaaaayyyyyuumm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wellll&lt;/span&gt;.... apparently I offended someone.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;! But I think he was just offended because his ego was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; big for me and I brought back down to normal size. I didn't offend him enough to not want to get coffee and go dancing.... ;) better luck next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2755231244515125461?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2755231244515125461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2755231244515125461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2755231244515125461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2755231244515125461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='Oh no she didn&apos;t....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-216977803498575112</id><published>2007-02-18T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:39:35.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute New Shoes = Temp. Happiness!!   =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/Rdj_gCbFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LzaXzexJ8Sc/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033053509457880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/Rdj_gCbFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LzaXzexJ8Sc/s400/feet.jpg" 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/13404937-216977803498575112?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/216977803498575112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=216977803498575112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/216977803498575112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/216977803498575112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-shoes-temp-happiness.html' title='Cute New Shoes = Temp. Happiness!!   =)'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/Rdj_gCbFJ2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LzaXzexJ8Sc/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-5499089274199711355</id><published>2007-02-17T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:50:31.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Somedays I just get so frusterated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to make a change. NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-5499089274199711355?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/5499089274199711355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=5499089274199711355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5499089274199711355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5499089274199711355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1012175340753297242</id><published>2007-02-16T07:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:12:45.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hice una decision... POR FIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Es confirmado con un boleto de avion... voy a estar en Rep. Dom., el 2 de mayo hasta el 26 de agosto. Dicidi que no iba a hacer mi pasantia (student teaching) en Costa Rica.... iba a ser muy costoso... y la verdad es no tengo interes en este pais. Lo que dicidi es voy a hacer todo aqui en Minneapolis y empieza el 27 de agosto y termina en diciembre, la semana antes de vacaciones de invierno. Fue una decision medio facil, medio dificil... pero todo esta bien ahora... estoy contenta y tengo menos de 11 semanas hasta que voy a SD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno... ademas que eso no hay mucho pasando en la vida. Hoy tengo que ir al Mall of America con mi colegio (donde trabajo). Los estudiantes de sexto grado estan haciendo un proyecto de fisica... y tengo que acompanar los chicos auticos en las montana rusas y todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche voy al 'Carnaval Brasiliero' aqui en Minneapolis. Va a ser buenisimo... y ojala que hay hombres... brasilenos bellos alli. Vamos a tomar caiparihnas y bailar samba... y no se que mas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un fin de semana larga... no hay clase lunes... por el ferido 'dia de presidentes' aqui en EE.UU. entocnes tengo mas tiempo hacer... NADA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Srtas y Srs... me voy.... chau! Mando saludos, besos y paz a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1012175340753297242?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1012175340753297242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1012175340753297242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1012175340753297242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1012175340753297242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/hice-una-decision-por-fin.html' title='Hice una decision... POR FIN!!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-5153439778261627550</id><published>2007-02-13T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:32:32.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick but Excited for Carnaval 2007 this Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm sick... I need to get better.... I'm going to Brazilian Carnaval this Friday evening... it should be great.... well, not as good as being in Salvador for Carnaval but the 2nd best thing ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rkeverest.net/Brazilian_Carnival_2007.htm"&gt;Here is a link to the festivities&lt;/a&gt;... anyone out there in MPLS... I hope to see you there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jcg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-5153439778261627550?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/5153439778261627550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=5153439778261627550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5153439778261627550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5153439778261627550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-but-excited-for-carnaval-2007-this.html' title='Sick but Excited for Carnaval 2007 this Friday'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1277610493618758677</id><published>2007-02-09T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:14:02.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I need??</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://amity.beane.org"&gt;Amity&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what I need.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Janet needs 500 more tiles&lt;/strong&gt; (should I be re-doing a bathroom or something?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Janet needs help&lt;/strong&gt; (who doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Janet needs to do the damn thing&lt;/strong&gt; (I need to do many damn things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Janet needs to be terminated&lt;/strong&gt; (somedays I think so ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Janet needs access to my science webpage&lt;/strong&gt; (no I don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Janet needs to stop being so proud&lt;/strong&gt; (oh hell no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Janet needs another cat&lt;/strong&gt; (NOOO, I hate cats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Janet needs to raise the bar&lt;/strong&gt; (could be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Janet needs to try to explain&lt;/strong&gt; (what??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Janet needs to fire her publicist&lt;/strong&gt; (I didn't know I had one!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... about half of mine had to do with Janet Jackson... I guess I'm not the only famous Janet in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1277610493618758677?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1277610493618758677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1277610493618758677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1277610493618758677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1277610493618758677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-do-i-need.html' title='What do I need??'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7607720480796448870</id><published>2007-02-05T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:24:01.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Republica Dominicana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970193119952&amp;amp;site=widget-d0.slide.com" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:500px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970193119952&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p1/360287970193119952/bb_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=360287970193119952&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d0.slide.com/p2/360287970193119952/bb_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am- airport - flights - no working cajero - 20 mph on freeway -celebrating national beisbol championships by tying large chunks of scrap metal to back to cars, driving around, honking and yelling -brahma -police riads for underage club goers - long drive - Haitian border - tierra de nadie - Haitian witch doctor 'curring' the NY dominicanos - Haitian homebrewed Whiskey - dehydration - poverty - new born twins - huge gallo (rooster) fight - extreme poverty - happy faces - front row seat - fueding brothers - one agressive, lo mejor y otro no - bachata - brahma - merengue - brahma - merengue - dancin' (manly) dragqueens - locked in house - boys outside waiting - no beach or river - la gua gua had a problem - doctor's daughter - playing - dancing - a child's sadness of separated parents - brahma - aimless drives around the 'hood - visiting the dr's paitients - dra xiomara - Yenny's engagment - sick sister - waiting to see drs - getting the transmition fixed - family favors - more visits and tests for sick sister - a entire day en the taller - no logic - 29 mil pesos!! - more family favors and connections payoff - more visits to paitients - neighborhood salon - chicken bones - playing with nariz - cell phone fiasco - stomach ache - museo del hombre dominicano - malecon - early morning - muchos carros - turtle - Promed outting to Constanza - rum - dominos - karokee - rum- mama juana - river swimming - rum - mosquitos - rum - drunkeness - dizziness - passing out - - missed my set up with abogado's nephew - mosquitos - packing -breaking open the piggy bank - brahma - shopping - brahma - puertoriquena?? - CD's - brahma - lunch - fotos - speed dating dominican style - crazy packing - brahma - bachata -barely making it to the airport in time - delayed flights - intense airconditioning - 2am- HOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7607720480796448870?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7607720480796448870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7607720480796448870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7607720480796448870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7607720480796448870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/02/4am-airport-flights-no-working-cajero.html' title='Republica Dominicana'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6939479223591297965</id><published>2007-01-23T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:34:37.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I think I may have an anxiety attack... i keep having to remind myself to breathe... breathe... breathe girl. I feel overwhelmed (which seems to be a common thing at the moment).... I don't really know why... I know why I have anxiety... I feel out of control... like I'm going into the unknown... without clear knowledge of the outcome... I just have to be brave. Go with the flow... don't shut down... don't run away... I have to face the beast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight or flight?? I must fight. I cannot run away because of fear... or do something stupid because I do not like to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;venerable&lt;/span&gt;. I am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' 24 years old... it's about time I stand up and be a strong women (the crowd cheers)... do what I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking through a dark tunnel and do not know what is on the other side... although I am anticipating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt;. I am also nervous. I just need to stay clam (yeah, right!!) and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to happen.... my world is going to change in the next two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6939479223591297965?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6939479223591297965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6939479223591297965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6939479223591297965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6939479223591297965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8534792517662498193</id><published>2007-01-23T06:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:43:55.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa</title><content type='html'>I am currently listening to this song on repeat and counting the days.... no hours until my trip... less than 4 days. My flight leaves Friday at 6am.... I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras de 'Princesa' de Frank Reyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te recuerdo como una niña aquella de la escuela&lt;br /&gt;la que se creia la reina del salon&lt;br /&gt;la de ojitos saltones y Mirada traviesa&lt;br /&gt;la que dejo en mi alma la primera illusion&lt;br /&gt;te recuerdo como la niña aquella de las trenzas&lt;br /&gt;la que me acortejaba a espaldas del professor&lt;br /&gt;la que siempre supo encantar con su presencia&lt;br /&gt;la que no paraba de escribir mi nombre en el pisarron,&lt;br /&gt;hoy recuerdo la niña aquella la que pasaba todas las materias&lt;br /&gt;la que mitad de quinto se fue y nunca mas volvio..&lt;br /&gt;yo te veo y no me lo creo mira que bien te ha tratado el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y al mirate me dan deseos de hacerte reina de mi reino...&lt;br /&gt;te ves perfecta me ha dejado alusionado tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;tu Corazon no tiene dueño no me mientas no me quieras causar esa tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;te ves perfecta me ha dejado alusionado tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;tu Corazon no tiene dueño no me mientas no me quieras causar esa tristeza&lt;br /&gt;princesa dime si aun quieres ser mi reina&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina(oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina(princesa)&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina(princesaa)&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina(oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;yo te veo y no me lo creo mira que biente ha tratado el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y al mirate me dan deseos de hacerte reina de mi reino...&lt;br /&gt;te ves perfecta me ha dejado alusionado tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;tu Corazon no tiene dueño no me mientas no me quieras causar esa tristeza&lt;br /&gt;te ves perfecta me ha dejado alusionado tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;tu Corazon no tiene dueño no me mientas no me quieras causar esa tristeza&lt;br /&gt;princesa dime si aun quieres ser mi reina&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun quieres ser mi reina………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8534792517662498193?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8534792517662498193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8534792517662498193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8534792517662498193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8534792517662498193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/princesa.html' title='Princesa'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-280796130101961219</id><published>2007-01-19T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:19:22.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you......</title><content type='html'>want to push your friend around (and around and around) the Mall of America in a wheel chair?? When in a wheel chair, with a non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; injury who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be like... 'hey, best friend... lets go shopping.... oh, by the way... you are going to push my ass around since I broke my leg!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little trip to the Mall of America this evening and in the duration of 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. I saw more than 5 people pushing their friends and loved ones around in wheel chairs. All people appeared to have non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; injuries... and almost all of the people that were doing pushing looked tired, mad and deep-in thought (probably about think about why they agreed to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... note to the wise if you broke your leg... arm... torso... tailbone...etc... go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt; in a few weeks... OR you may loose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-280796130101961219?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/280796130101961219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=280796130101961219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/280796130101961219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/280796130101961219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/would-you.html' title='Would you......'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7747361968674697924</id><published>2007-01-16T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:36:32.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Bajo Cero</title><content type='html'>21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bajo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fue&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tempertatura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;levante&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;estoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;muriendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;frrrrrio&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;suerte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;estare&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;donde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;calor&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pocos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nuevo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pasando&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;trabajo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;trabajo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;voy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gimnasio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;trabajo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;duermo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;trabajo&lt;/span&gt;, etc. etc. etc.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;asi&lt;/span&gt; es la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;aburrida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;puedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;contar&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Realmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Desde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; mayo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; 2 (o 3 ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;septiembre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;estare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;afuera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;estados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;unidos&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Estare&lt;/span&gt; en Costa Rica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haciendo&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pasantia&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;despues&lt;/span&gt; en antes... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;creo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; ire a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Republica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dominicana&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CREO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;poco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; mes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cumplo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anhos&lt;/span&gt;! No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tener&lt;/span&gt; 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anhos&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;llegan&lt;/span&gt;. Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rapido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;paso&lt;/span&gt; mi 23 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anho&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; lo 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mejor&lt;/span&gt;... ya lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bueno&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ahora&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chaucito&lt;/span&gt;... Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;saludos&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;besotes&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7747361968674697924?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7747361968674697924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7747361968674697924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7747361968674697924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7747361968674697924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/21-bajo-cero.html' title='21 Bajo Cero'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-5408905986347471404</id><published>2007-01-13T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:18:15.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>No school Monday... it's MKL Jr. Day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got up early and went to breakfast with my mom, aunt and grandma at the 'Original Pancake House'. It was good I ate tooooo much. I am going to BACHATA class in a little bit... to polish up my techniques! ;) Later I will go shopping... that's all I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call a few friends... here and abroad. Monday I have a dentist appt.... that's about it. I guess I will just be working out... and hanging out this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the movie... 'Freedom Writers'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... off on the bachata goodness... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-5408905986347471404?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/5408905986347471404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=5408905986347471404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5408905986347471404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/5408905986347471404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-lazy-weekend.html' title='Long Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4079854686001263724</id><published>2007-01-10T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:22:17.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the Week Gone??</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday... I think... only two more days left of the work week! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding making a decision regarding my masters program... tomorrow I will decide something... i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... and counting the days until my vacation.... 16 days...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Chaucito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paz y amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4079854686001263724?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4079854686001263724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4079854686001263724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4079854686001263724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4079854686001263724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-has-week-gone.html' title='Where has the Week Gone??'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4365562107525338050</id><published>2007-01-07T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:35:49.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of buying gifts for my trip to the DR. I am buying several. I asked my friend... the female doctor and newly wed, if she would like anything in particular as a gift. Or if she needed anything. I got an unexpected response... a fork, spoon and knife. I think she means like a serving spoon and fork.... but maybe I'll just buy a whole set. I guess I will have to price that. Besides that I am buying a few other things for her and her dr. husband. And a few other people... if they are nice to me... they will get a gift if not!! Hell no!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? That's about it at the moment. I'm tired... and attempting to psych myself up for 15 first graders at 8am. And a two-hour tutoring session tomorrow night. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I am trying to get ready for a really difficult semester... but then I will be done. Forever!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4365562107525338050?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4365562107525338050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4365562107525338050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4365562107525338050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4365562107525338050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-582143329053204459</id><published>2007-01-06T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:38:17.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Craziness</title><content type='html'>I am mentally and physically tired.... my mind is racing I cannot stop stopping about two things. Two topics... two themes... that bare great influence on my life and how I feel and how things are and will be. I am just being obsessive... I cannot know nor predict with exact certainly thus I must (apparently) think about it non-stop until I can figure out the answer to at least of the things. I have 19 days until I will know... that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is something that must be determined from within... I must have to make a decision. Stop fearing things and just be. Be Strong and not give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... enough babbling for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-582143329053204459?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/582143329053204459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=582143329053204459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/582143329053204459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/582143329053204459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-craziness.html' title='My Craziness'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-1862498623405339004</id><published>2007-01-03T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:06:45.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica and More</title><content type='html'>This morning I had my 'interview' with the director of my master's program. I was approved to do global student teaching. I also got my dates today from the coordinator of that so.... May 28 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. August 17 I will be student teaching in San Jose, Costa Rica... well, actually to be more exact some where called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; Rios... but I am told it is part of San Jose. Now I just have to save money for the plane ticket.... but I must worry about one trip at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess I will be spending the summer in Central America.... some where I really had not anticipated going. Then I get to come back and do 6 weeks of student teaching for Spanish and 6 weeks for ESL.... and by December 1, 2007... I will be licensed to teach K-12 Spanish and ESL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now... I am exhausted. I started going to 'body sculpting' class yesterday. I was in major pain today and then went again this afternoon and then do two more classes tomorrow. Maybe I will rest Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-1862498623405339004?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/1862498623405339004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=1862498623405339004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1862498623405339004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/1862498623405339004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/costa-rica-and-more.html' title='Costa Rica and More'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4554751333151111874</id><published>2007-01-01T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:04:56.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years in Chicago</title><content type='html'>Some more pics.... of my somewhat interesting weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fotos de mi fin de semana en Chicago. Chicago fue lindo... pero las chicas (menos Lena) fueron horrible, estupidas, innocentes, conservitas que no tiene que ir a una cuidad otra vez en la vida porq tienen miedo y no son bien educados en sus maneras de ser... Quizas notaste... no disfrute mucho... :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015286224237562594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZngP7KXCuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sutvx6rwyps/s320/Randoms+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chinatown- Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZngzrKXCwI/AAAAAAAAACs/EHmQAEyWeBA/s1600-h/Randoms+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015286838417885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZngzrKXCwI/AAAAAAAAACs/EHmQAEyWeBA/s320/Randoms+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pissed (cara que mata... yo estaba enojadisima)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnforKXCtI/AAAAAAAAACU/6pXQALQ83Go/s1600-h/Randoms+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015285549927697106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnforKXCtI/AAAAAAAAACU/6pXQALQ83Go/s320/Randoms+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperando el tren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015286481935600370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnge7KXCvI/AAAAAAAAACk/eYG8hGoQHoE/s320/Randoms+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejamos de tomar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnfYrKXCsI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y1BfBPk8uFo/s1600-h/Randoms+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015285275049790146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnfYrKXCsI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y1BfBPk8uFo/s320/Randoms+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can someone who is from Chicago explain this sign to me?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says 'I see Black People'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnfC7KXCrI/AAAAAAAAACE/01LGliZ98Wc/s1600-h/Randoms+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015284901387635378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnfC7KXCrI/AAAAAAAAACE/01LGliZ98Wc/s320/Randoms+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZneyrKXCqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6W3D9p8LEX4/s1600-h/Randoms+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015284622214761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZneyrKXCqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6W3D9p8LEX4/s320/Randoms+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hotties! Lena and I. Fabulous as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sexy que somos. Lena y yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnecLKXCpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uHwpcbSEeYg/s1600-h/Randoms+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015284235667704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnecLKXCpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uHwpcbSEeYg/s320/Randoms+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Las insoportables... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015287620101933842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnhhLKXCxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6Y8r67i0gjA/s320/Randoms+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Borrachas buscando comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZneQLKXCoI/AAAAAAAAABs/iiXiDsnslFM/s1600-h/Randoms+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015284029509274242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZneQLKXCoI/AAAAAAAAABs/iiXiDsnslFM/s320/Randoms+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Borrachas en Walgreens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pase mi fin de ansiosa y enojada! Pero hable con un venezolano en el tren..... y un moreno me compro bebidas toda la noche. Las cosas que hombres hacen para una mujer. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ojala que paso el resto del ano con mejor compania, feliz... y bien fabulosa como siempre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BESOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Feliz ANO Nuevo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13404937-4554751333151111874?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4554751333151111874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4554751333151111874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4554751333151111874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4554751333151111874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-in-chicago.html' title='New Years in Chicago'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZngP7KXCuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Sutvx6rwyps/s72-c/Randoms+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-743190205698863207</id><published>2007-01-01T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:19:23.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas - Navidad 2006</title><content type='html'>Here are some random fotos of x-mas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbwrKXCnI/AAAAAAAAABE/sz-FNiOrHLo/s1600-h/Randoms+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015281289320139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbwrKXCnI/AAAAAAAAABE/sz-FNiOrHLo/s320/Randoms+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J-Fabulous.... otherwise known as me! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbfLKXCmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OkSa8q1VtVw/s1600-h/Randoms+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015280988672428642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbfLKXCmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OkSa8q1VtVw/s320/Randoms+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary Singing X-mas Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cantando Arbolito de Navidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbEbKXClI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UoBWJ578dUk/s1600-h/Randoms+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015280529110927954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbEbKXClI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UoBWJ578dUk/s320/Randoms+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J-Money (my bro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi hermano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnao7KXCkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EKuCbeQ811s/s1600-h/Randoms+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015280056664525378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnao7KXCkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EKuCbeQ811s/s320/Randoms+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos Primos.... parecen contentos, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnaY7KXCjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I24xFjTGRWQ/s1600-h/Randoms+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015279781786618418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnaY7KXCjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I24xFjTGRWQ/s320/Randoms+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the Boys. All the Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soy la unica prima. Todos mis primos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015279060232112674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnZu7KXCiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bvxgbzHPpfA/s320/Randoms+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Taking a Bath... he was not happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;El perro banando... no estaba contento. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feliz Navidad! Merry X-Mas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-743190205698863207?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/743190205698863207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=743190205698863207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/743190205698863207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/743190205698863207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2007/01/x-mas-navidad-2006.html' title='X-mas - Navidad 2006'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TSXsgn9dGpw/RZnbwrKXCnI/AAAAAAAAABE/sz-FNiOrHLo/s72-c/Randoms+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-9048445279593764198</id><published>2006-12-29T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:36:56.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Chicago for New Year's</title><content type='html'>I am leaving in the moring with a car full of ladies to celebrate New Year's in Chicago. I have no idea what we will do there but whatev.... something like drinking and shopping I suppose. My ride comes at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Monday with fotos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a Happy New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that 2007 will a great year for all.... (especially me!! wink. wink)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mando saludos a todos. Feliz Ano Nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-9048445279593764198?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/9048445279593764198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=9048445279593764198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9048445279593764198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9048445279593764198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/off-to-chicago-for-new-years.html' title='Off to Chicago for New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2748829389510197649</id><published>2006-12-23T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:32:06.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day in Suburbia...</title><content type='html'>It is sad when the police are not fighting crime... instead they are sitting in their police car controlling the stop lights with the strobe flasher to ensure that the green lights are long enough for the shoppers going from Target to the grocery store across the street and vice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine a perfect place (ha ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt;) where there is no crime and this is what the police are payed the big bucks to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suburbia is really starting to scare... as the soccer moms get vicious during the holidays.... also a lot of men decide (reluctantly) to go to the malls, where they do not know the proper traffic laws and start cutting people off, plowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;, going the wrong way down the isles... it is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;.... AND of course you are the one doing the wrong things. Yeah right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... off to brave to crowds... I have to run some errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2748829389510197649?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2748829389510197649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2748829389510197649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2748829389510197649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2748829389510197649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-day-in-suburbia.html' title='A Sad Day in Suburbia...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4285544868198300289</id><published>2006-12-22T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:48:20.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally on Vacation...</title><content type='html'>I am freeeeeeeee until Jan 2.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many plans. Just to get oranized and relax.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Chicago on the 30th, for two nights.... that's about as exciting as it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4285544868198300289?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4285544868198300289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4285544868198300289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4285544868198300289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4285544868198300289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-finally-on-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m Finally on Vacation...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7865322372335613191</id><published>2006-12-17T15:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:21:37.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haciendo Completamente Nada...</title><content type='html'>Terminé mis clases jueves. Tengo q trabajar esta semana... bueno, lunes a jueves. El viernes tengo una cita cortar mi pelo... va a ser 1 o 2 pulgadas nada mas.... todos saben q tengo miedo cortar mas. Y el sábado, tengo q tomar examenes para mi maestría... toda la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no estoy haciendo nada... fui al gimnasio por la mañana. A las 5pm, tengo una cita con alguien q quiere clases de español. Después... creo (si, tengo fuerza) voy a ir a gimnasio otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermano llamó hace cinco minutos... el estaba aburrido en Washington.... entonces cambio su vuelo. Viene hoy a las 9:20pm, en vez de miércoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuve pensando leer un libro. Normalmente leo mucho, pero son libros q eligieron mis profesores... ahora voy a tener tiempo leer unos libros q compre y no he leído todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno... mando besos y abrazos a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7865322372335613191?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7865322372335613191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7865322372335613191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7865322372335613191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7865322372335613191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/haciendo-completamente-nada.html' title='Haciendo Completamente Nada...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-6018507214776078261</id><published>2006-12-16T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:03:12.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small World</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, at the holiday party for one of my jobs... I started talking to a girl that was talking about shipping stuff to Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is moving to Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;She is married to a guy from Resistencia. (where I lived)&lt;br /&gt;He is my age and I know his families business in the city.&lt;br /&gt;She was an AFSer... to Finland... but same year, same departure.&lt;br /&gt;She also has worked in the AFS office here and know alot of the same people I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... instead of buying new shoes I found the cutest shirt ever. I bought it and will take a pic soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks until we go to Chicago for New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;Less than six weeks until Rep. Dom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-6018507214776078261?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/6018507214776078261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=6018507214776078261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6018507214776078261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/6018507214776078261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/small-world.html' title='Small World'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-854135212614289409</id><published>2006-12-16T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:27:08.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dooooooooooonnnnneeeee....</title><content type='html'>I survived my semester... well, at least I finished all the tasks, projects, papers and lesson plans. Whether my grades will reflect my work that is not known yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is new? Nothing much. I have clean everything now... neglecting it for more than a week has made things disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a semi-busy week next week and then just about nothing for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started tutoring... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chileno&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ingles&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hs&lt;/span&gt; student in Spanish. I have a few more that want lessons in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... I'm going to relax buy some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;talcos&lt;/span&gt;.... AND WORK out.... less than 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;weekks&lt;/span&gt; until my hot bod has to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;appearences&lt;/span&gt; at beaches on a tropical island en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;caribe&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;BESOTES&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;TODOS&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chaucito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-854135212614289409?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/854135212614289409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=854135212614289409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/854135212614289409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/854135212614289409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-dooooooooooonnnnneeeee.html' title='I&apos;m Dooooooooooonnnnneeeee....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-268092467824525504</id><published>2006-12-13T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:41:51.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoidance Tactics...</title><content type='html'>Eat&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Make Lists of What I Need To Do&lt;br /&gt;Think about What I Need To Do&lt;br /&gt;Pluck Eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Read Magazines&lt;br /&gt;Talk on Phone&lt;br /&gt;Chat with People on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Emaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the avoidance tactics I have used tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see... it's 10:39pm... I have done about 8% of every thing I have to do by about 7am.... But I'm surprisingly relaxed and feel no reason to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have pleanty of time.....     ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... yes, I am officially insane... if you had any doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-268092467824525504?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/268092467824525504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=268092467824525504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/268092467824525504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/268092467824525504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/avoidance-tactics.html' title='Avoidance Tactics...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8159581959067644585</id><published>2006-12-12T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:01:53.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>47 Hours to go...</title><content type='html'>and I am about to go to sleep... for the next 7-8 hours. I need to sleep so, I can be productive tomorrow... when semi-all-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt;-number-two of the week begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... no more thinking about being productive. It just makes me exhausted thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just remember I have to evaluate a whole bunch of 1st graders Spanish skills... by Friday, 11am. Yikes.... and I have no idea where I put the folder with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;evals&lt;/span&gt;. I will worry about that 8am.... Friday!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sleepy, sleepy I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8159581959067644585?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8159581959067644585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8159581959067644585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8159581959067644585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8159581959067644585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/47-hours-to-go.html' title='47 Hours to go...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8533587887333399804</id><published>2006-12-12T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:17:32.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I am numb and just trying to make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. they next 60 hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept only 2 hours last night... actually I am not sure if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt; because I get nervous that I will sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. my alarm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my urban field placement finally... thou. I'm pissed that he said that I'm often late. But I should not feel too bad about it as I look at the source that the critical words came from. I should not pass the blame, but I did receive the field placement 7 weeks after I was supposed and had to create a whole new schedule, take days off, drive around like a crazy lady to get stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I am not done with what I need done for 5:30pm... but I have to go visit some Spanish classes that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;covering&lt;/span&gt; for a co-worker next week in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to loose it... oh, and a whole but of people want private &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, ESL and Language Arts lessons like this week... now.. and I do not want to lose these potential clients.... but I really cannot take anything more on until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please give me the strength I need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8533587887333399804?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8533587887333399804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8533587887333399804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8533587887333399804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8533587887333399804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-3755402625059082022</id><published>2006-12-11T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:50:36.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Sabotage: A Reoccuring Theme</title><content type='html'>Self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sabotage&lt;/span&gt; is what I do. I've been doing it for years.... probably since I was 10 or 12. I don't really know why I do it. Out of fear most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-sabotage when it comes to this moment involves my studies and projects. I didn't do what I was supposed this weekend. Well.... I only did one-half of what I was supposed to do. And now... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurriedly&lt;/span&gt; trying to throw together a big project that is due tomorrow night. Now, I think part of the reason that I do this is because it does not interest me. I know that I can do a half-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; job and get an A- or B+ and that is perfectly fine with me... I have never been a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sabotage&lt;/span&gt; has been a major theme of my academic life and occasionally my personal life. I also need major work on my time management &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt;.... and/or motivating myself to do things with more than 24 hours to spare. Maybe I get a thrill of waiting until the last min.... seeing how far I can walk that fine line of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recklessness&lt;/span&gt; without actually crossing it and failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to learn more from my mistakes and stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-3755402625059082022?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/3755402625059082022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=3755402625059082022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3755402625059082022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3755402625059082022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/self-sabotage-reoccuring-theme.html' title='Self-Sabotage: A Reoccuring Theme'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-9114492763380614502</id><published>2006-12-10T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:03:44.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrr....</title><content type='html'>I went to see the apt... decided to move in and then decided against it. (Sorry L!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird rash on the back of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my linguistics final... though I gave up on one of the exercises when I could not figure it out for several hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am working on a literacy 'strategy log' that is due Tuesday. My professor for this class is so annoying and treats us like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt;. And he thinks that his 2 credits class is apparently worth four because I am doing a shit load of work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more things I would like to complain about but I don't have time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-9114492763380614502?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/9114492763380614502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=9114492763380614502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9114492763380614502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9114492763380614502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/grrrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrrr....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-3540920206048370375</id><published>2006-12-10T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T09:20:27.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Weekend...</title><content type='html'>I am studying this weekend. Working on final projects and exams. Nothing exciting just time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met with a Chilean boy that I am going to start tutoring in English. He is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;AFSer&lt;/span&gt; and having some difficulties with second language acquisition.... and needs to reduce his accent.... or so he says. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... I continue studying. I am actually taking my studying on the road. This is so ensure that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; do it. I am very easily distracted in my home environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to check out an apartment today. I am pretty sure I will take it... good price and location in Minneapolis. I will let you know of that decision later. I am having trouble making a decision as there are lots of unsure, unfinished things in my life right now and I do not know if moving is the right answer at the moment. But I do need change... and this might be just the thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chaucito&lt;/span&gt;... y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;besotes&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-3540920206048370375?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/3540920206048370375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=3540920206048370375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3540920206048370375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/3540920206048370375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring-weekend.html' title='Boring Weekend...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-7367765616834850743</id><published>2006-12-07T06:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:39:37.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Bajo Cero</title><content type='html'>Hace MUCHO frio.... 14 bajo cero hoy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito mudar a un lugar donde hace calor porq no puedo agunatar esta termperatura mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-7367765616834850743?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/7367765616834850743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=7367765616834850743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7367765616834850743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/7367765616834850743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/14-bajo-cero.html' title='14 Bajo Cero'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-207635564071242534</id><published>2006-12-06T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:08:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 More Days...</title><content type='html'>I need to just get thru the next 8 days... 9pm on the 14th I can finally relax. Before than I have to do about 2 million things... and really work on not procrastinating or things are going to get hellish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days...8 more days.... 8 more days.... 8 more days.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-207635564071242534?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/207635564071242534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=207635564071242534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/207635564071242534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/207635564071242534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/8-more-days.html' title='8 More Days...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-71476921411964216</id><published>2006-12-05T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:26:35.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here.... wishing I was in the most perfect place I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-71476921411964216?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/71476921411964216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=71476921411964216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/71476921411964216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/71476921411964216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-wishing-i-was-in-most-perfect.html' title='Here.... wishing I was in the most perfect place I know'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-8162818207103936452</id><published>2006-12-05T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:09:55.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Mente</title><content type='html'>Hay tantas ideas en mi cabeza. Ideas, pensamientos, sentimientos y temas cambiando cada segundo. A veces las mismas cosas; pero por poco tiempo. Hay tantas posibilidades. Nunca tengo una idea fija. Ninguna meta fija. No. No es posible. Todo cambiando. Quiero hacer tanto y poco en el mismo momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento nuevo.... así es vivir dentro de mi mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-8162818207103936452?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/8162818207103936452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=8162818207103936452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8162818207103936452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/8162818207103936452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/mi-mente.html' title='Mi Mente'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4788478911069732253</id><published>2006-12-04T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:29:59.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why will you Settle?</title><content type='html'>People settle for different reasons. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to someone, via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. Though the common reason is 'true love,' I really must question that. In the past few months I have seen people settle for various reasons. One for age. How old will you get before you just can't wait anymore? Will you just settle for who you are with at the time for the hell of it? For fear that you have waited too long and the perfect man won't come along? And truthfully know that he is not the one. It there that 'one'?? Or are there many? Who is right? Is there such thing as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;? Others seem to settle for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt;. It seems right at the time... or semi-right... and they just seem to go with it. Live in the moment, why not? You can always get out of it later, right? Others fear being alone. They are willing to stay with with someone, anyone. Just to avoid themselves. There are many of these people... who have never been alone.... since a very young age. Others never seem to settle. They fear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; or themselves. Perhaps, the sanctity of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; relationship. Can it really work? These people avoid a settling down for a long time or never do. Constantly running. Too critical. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Afraid&lt;/span&gt; of failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why will you settle? For 'true love'? 'Old' age? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Convenience&lt;/span&gt;? Money? Fear? The 'One'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4788478911069732253?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4788478911069732253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4788478911069732253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4788478911069732253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4788478911069732253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-will-you-settle.html' title='Why will you Settle?'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-9121295809536716918</id><published>2006-12-03T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:05:19.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Talk to Someone.</title><content type='html'>Someone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope told me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quede confundida otra vez?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-9121295809536716918?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/9121295809536716918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=9121295809536716918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9121295809536716918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/9121295809536716918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-to-talk-to-someone.html' title='I Need to Talk to Someone.'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-4879398086772394988</id><published>2006-12-02T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:34:25.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that every person's reality is so different. To know that people who live only 15 short miles away from you have a totally different reality. I have lived in third world countries and come to realize their reality, daily life, reaction and ways are much different than mine. But 15 short miles away from my home is like visiting a whole different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reality that involves violence, death, drugs, generational poverty, gangs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;, rape, abuse, runaways, murder, hunger, disease, lack of education, lack of understanding, anger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resiliency&lt;/span&gt; and basic survival. Where on a daily basis a 16 and 17 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; have to make a conscious decision. Actually a lot of decisions... that I was never forced to make at that age. So many decisions that they should not have to be making at this age. Decisions that scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me mad is the people from my reality. The people that do not understand nor care to understand. They just pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; blame on the families, the schools and the communities. When the blame should really be put on their shoulders. As a member of society and a member of this city; I feel the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to help, to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who really do not care. People who are stuck in their content white reality need to wake up. Some day these realities will colide and maybe not in a favorable manner if nothing is done to improve their reality today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people from my reality are quick to critically judge the people from the other reality... but not offer help, alternatives, ideas. This is maddening. Whether black, white, brown, yellow, purple or blue; you deserve an opportunity in this country. You deserve an opportunity to succeed. An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to improve your reality, your life experience. You should not be stepped on. F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;orgotten&lt;/span&gt;. Left alone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;destroy&lt;/span&gt; yourself or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm naive and young. But I want to make a difference. I want to give them that chance they deserve. The chance I was given. Education is a right. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that as a society we should not make excuses but try to fix the problem. It will take many years but we have time. The problem is getting bigger not smaller. Their reality will only get worse over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will do what I can. After spending time there I see the hope in their eyes, the enjoyment the feel, the success they can obtain in one short hour. A safe hour where most are taken out of their reality and are in a safe place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it is to learn or just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I sit in my safe, warm, stable reality. I can't help but wonder what people are facing in a this evening 15 miles away. What decisions are they making that are going to affect the rest of their weekend, week or possibly life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-4879398086772394988?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/4879398086772394988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=4879398086772394988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4879398086772394988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/4879398086772394988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-2667825947831336504</id><published>2006-12-02T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:33:00.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noviembre Sin Ti</title><content type='html'>La tarde se aleja,&lt;br /&gt;el cielo esta gris&lt;br /&gt;la noche aparece sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;callado en la playa&lt;br /&gt;te lloro en silencio otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Me ahoga esta pena&lt;br /&gt;no puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;las olas no me hablan de ti&lt;br /&gt;sentado en la arena&lt;br /&gt;escribo tu nombre otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que te extrano&lt;br /&gt;desde aquel Noviembre&lt;br /&gt;cuando sonamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;a querernos siempreme duele,&lt;br /&gt;este frio Noviembre&lt;br /&gt;cuando las ojas&lt;br /&gt;cain a morir por siempre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Estribillo:]&lt;br /&gt;Noviembre sin ti&lt;br /&gt;es sentir que la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;me dice llorando que todo acabo&lt;br /&gt;Noviembre sin ti&lt;br /&gt;es pedirle a la luna&lt;br /&gt;que brille en la noche de mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;otra vezz.. otra vez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera decirte que quiero volver&lt;br /&gt;tu nombre va escrito en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;ya es de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;te sigo esperando otra vez&lt;br /&gt;por que te extrano desde aquel Noviembre&lt;br /&gt;cuando sonamos juntosa querernos siempre&lt;br /&gt;me duele, este frio Noviembre&lt;br /&gt;cuando las ojas caina morir por siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noviembre Sin Ti por Reik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-2667825947831336504?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/2667825947831336504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=2667825947831336504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2667825947831336504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/2667825947831336504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/12/noviembre-sin-ti.html' title='Noviembre Sin Ti'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116485629135853132</id><published>2006-11-29T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:20:23.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Voy</title><content type='html'>Porque no supiste entender a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;lo que había en el porque no tuviste el valor de ver quien soy&lt;br /&gt;porque no escuchas lo que esta tan cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;sólo el ruido de afuera y yo&lt;br /&gt;que estoy a un lado desaparezco para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto&lt;br /&gt;porque es probable que lo merezco pero no lo quiero&lt;br /&gt;por eso me voy que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti me voy&lt;br /&gt;que lastima pero adios me despedio de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se que me espera algo mejor&lt;br /&gt;alguien que sepa darme amor&lt;br /&gt;de ese que endulza la sal y hace que salga el sol&lt;br /&gt;yo que pense nunca me iría de ti&lt;br /&gt;que es amor el bueno de toda la vida&lt;br /&gt;pero hoy entendí que no hay suficiente para los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto&lt;br /&gt;porque es probable que lo merezco pero no lo quiero&lt;br /&gt;por eso me voy que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti me voy&lt;br /&gt;que lastima pero adios me despedio de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti me voy&lt;br /&gt;que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti me voy&lt;br /&gt;que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de time voy&lt;br /&gt;que lastima pero adios&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti&lt;br /&gt;me voy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julieta Venegas - Me Voy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116485629135853132?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116485629135853132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116485629135853132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116485629135853132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116485629135853132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-voy.html' title='Me Voy'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116485542642615456</id><published>2006-11-29T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:57:06.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Post from my Nuevo Laptop!!</title><content type='html'>Yay. I just went and got my new laptop. I drove over to the UPS warehouse and picked it up. It was a ways away but I rocked out to my newly burned CD (gracias hermano) and drove 70mph+. After 5 and a half years of my other dell... I was really ready for a new one. Now I have to start officially switching every thing over. And get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fun begin.... actually there will be no fun until Friday... as I have a huge load of homework, lesson planning and materials to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116485542642615456?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116485542642615456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116485542642615456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116485542642615456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116485542642615456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-post-from-my-nuevo-laptop.html' title='1st Post from my Nuevo Laptop!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116484192325472334</id><published>2006-11-29T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:14:00.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Brown Eyes...</title><content type='html'>Today I was told by one my autistic students that I have the 'most beautiful brown eyes'... 'beautiful very dark brown eyes'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the nice compliment as most everything that comes out of his mouth is negative... which was what he said next... an insult....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, the joys of my job! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.... if you want to check out my 'beautiful brown eyes' for yourself... they are featured a few posts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau! Besotes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116484192325472334?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116484192325472334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116484192325472334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116484192325472334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116484192325472334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-beautiful-brown-eyes.html' title='My Beautiful Brown Eyes...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116471213446472327</id><published>2006-11-28T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:08:54.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination &amp; Pain</title><content type='html'>The two p's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a major procrastination problem... major. I had a long weekend with really basically nothing to do but study. Did I study? Hell, no! Then Monday night... I took my time sitting down to study. Went tanning, to the gym, ate dinner... and then finally thought I might try to study. I accomplished basically nothing... and by 9:40pm... realized I better go to sleep and wake up early to do my stuff. Now, I woke up at 4:25am... showered... and am slowly getting ready. I'll have sometime throughout the day but I think I am depending on that too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain. I am in pain.... for several reason. Mental and physical. Though the physical is what is I am feeling the most... my mental pain, confusion and anguish is something I can't really write about on here. I have two major wounds on my feet... one from the gym and the other from dancing and my heels on Saturday night. One on each foot... equally painful and infected (yuck!). I have been over doing it a bit at the gym... I decided that when it comes to the treadmill, the pain is just mental. Like marathon runners or runners in general... it's a mental game that you are playing with your body and you just have to push thru. it. Well, the problem is I am neither a runner, let along a marathon runner. So, I should not really apply weird wisdom like this to my workouts.... because I hurt.... Especially my hips. I knew it was bad when I awoke to go to the bathroom in the night and contemplated for several mins. how I would get up with the least pain. Oh yes, and the most annoying thing of all... I have been sick almost the entire month of November.... and just when I was almost back to tip-top shape, I have a really sore throat and now this morning it is really really really sore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;3 more weeks of the semester left&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I have leads and several private ESL and Spanish tutoring/instruction positions&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I get to spend almost two full school days at my urban field placement.... instead of working at my middle school&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am going to Chicago for New Years&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am feeling slightly optomistic (this is not a normal feeling for me)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Ok... must study... must stop procrastination... must go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidad. Paz. Amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116471213446472327?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116471213446472327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116471213446472327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116471213446472327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116471213446472327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/procrastination-pain.html' title='Procrastination &amp; Pain'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116457809407138867</id><published>2006-11-26T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:53:42.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long fin de semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/355544/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/401923/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mi primo Eric y su perro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/502871/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/219833/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La otro mascota de Eric... es un ferret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/470311/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/388432/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric y su querida mascota Marcelis. El animal tiene un oler fuerte y feo. No entiendo como el puede vivir con algo asi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/97259/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/828200/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuimos de compras viernes a las 6 por la manana... el amanecer... y el shopping/centro comercial ya llena de autos(carros). El viernes despues del Dia de Gracias, se llama 'viernes negro'... todo esta en liquidacion.... y las tiendas abren a las 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/707559/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/324077/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi hermano vino de Washington, D.C. por el fin de semana... el estaba molestando el perro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/553168/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/562267/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cocine... :/ sin receta...Nadie gusto... acepto de mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/608807/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/40966/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Salí sábado con Lena a Loring Pasta Bar... noche de salsa presentado por Salsa Police.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve una sola meta para la noche... bailar con MEXICANOSS!! ... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos temprano... y quedamos tarde. Bebemos cerveza... yo Coronas, Lena varias otras. Una colega de mi trabajo estuve ahí. Hablemos con ella para un ratito. La noche fue llena de hombres... primero un guardia/miembro de seguridad q empezó hablar conmigo. Medio dominicano (del Cibao), medio puertorriqueño. Mi dijo q no sabia q bailar (MENTIRA) y pregunto si yo podía enseñarle (NO).&lt;br /&gt;Después bajamos a buscar mas para tomar. Hablemos un poquito con Christie (mi colega) y su amiga. Pusieron un poquito de reggaeton bailamos... yo con un Ecuatoriano.... :[ después toco mas salsa... entonces tuvimos q esperar para algo mejor... y TOMAR MAS CERVECITAS!! Fuimos arriba otra vez... pero el hombre de seguridad no me dejaba en paz... que pesado q fue este hombre.&lt;br /&gt;Lena y yo tuvimos q bajar a bailar cuando empezo Merengue y Bachata.... baile con varias hombres de Honduras. Ningún hablo ingles, todos trabajaban en construccion o fabricas... uno olia de marijuana... mucho marijuana. Después un moreno colombiano quería bailar. Vino de Chicago para el fin de semana largo... fue simpatico, bello, muy alto, educado... y no fue illegal como los otros. Nos invito a una fiesta para ano nuevo en Chicago después q decirle q íbamos estar ahí. El tiene mi numero ya llamo varias veces.... PELIGRO!!&lt;br /&gt;En el fin no baile con ningún Mexicano :( ... aunque unos hombrecitos me preguntaron bailar... yo dije q no (si, soy mala)... Lena bailo con unos. YO no... quizás porq puse mis talcos q tiene 3.5 pulgas de altura... quede re alta... mas alta q todo ellos.&lt;br /&gt;PERO nosotras disfrutamos muchooo.... mexicanos o no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/1600/903477/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5885/1176/320/22956/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20053.jpg" 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/13404937-116457809407138867?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116457809407138867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116457809407138867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116457809407138867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116457809407138867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-fin-de-semana.html' title='Long fin de semana...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116417076616008690</id><published>2006-11-21T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:46:06.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><content type='html'>I am disappointed. Yeah. &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/462/story/826056.html"&gt;By an incident that happened in my state last night. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that an apology is in order. I apologize on behalf of the people of Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped that the people of my state, airport and airline officials would not stoop to such a low and dark place. Apparently, people are more ignorant and blatantly racist than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the person that passed the note to the flight attendant. You should be ashamed of your self. Have you ever heard of freedom of religion, Islam, people of other cultures and races?? Don't over react next time. You wasted time, money and tarnished the image of six honorable Muslim men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would boycott US Airways too. They refused to give them and/or sell them tickets in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something needs to be done. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR people's ignorance will continue to blind them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116417076616008690?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116417076616008690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116417076616008690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116417076616008690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116417076616008690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/disappointed.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116396053606383664</id><published>2006-11-19T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:29:00.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada. Nothing. Zip.</title><content type='html'>Nothing exciting is happening. 68 days until I go the Dominican Republic. Yesterday, I called a few of my friends there. Nothing much happening... except, my friend the lady doctor is getting married in December. And... no, she isn't pregnant! ;) Im sad that I cant go for the wedding but plane tickets are really expensive around the holidays. My other friend, apparently thought I was Canadian.  Yeah, we're close. Can you tell?!?! Actually, its because I often say that Im from Minneapolis. And people give me blank stares... so, then I usually say well.... I live in the north central part of the US... near Canada. This is where people start to believe that I am actually from Canada. This is not the first time it has happened. In Argentina at the beginning many thought I was Canadian. It's hard when people outside of the country only know a few cities, such as New York, Miami and Los Angeles. But hey, can you name more than 3 cities in most countries you have never visited? I do not think I can. I am going to try to call another one of the drs but he is apparently working in the middle of a rural oasis with no electricity or phone reception... so, I doubt the call will go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that nothing new. I am avoiding homework as usual. I am about to go to the gym. I already have one injury. You see... my entire life I have had issues with shoes, sandals, basically anything I must put my foot into. So, my left heel decided it didn't like my shoe... and now I have a large gapping wound on my foot. Lovely. I don't know what my foot's issues are but it's annoying. How can a pair of tennis shoes make you bleed? I think I just have over sensitive feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a three day week!! If that... no morning Spanish this week. Though I get to go to the ghetto instead to observe for grad school. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mando paz y amor a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116396053606383664?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116396053606383664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116396053606383664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116396053606383664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116396053606383664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/nada-nothing-zip.html' title='Nada. Nothing. Zip.'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116377612386799113</id><published>2006-11-17T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:08:43.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a Dios llego Viernes...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... nothing much new. Nada nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tuve que llevar mi mama, tia y abuela al aeropuerto. A las 6 de la manana!  Ellas van a Las Vegas para el fin de semana. Mi tio va tambien... pero mas tarde hoy va juntar con ellas en Las Vegas. Mi tia cumple 50 anos... van para celebrar... creo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy empiezo ir al gimnasio... :( La verdad es que me gusta... pero no tengo mucho ganas ir en este momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mas... hay una possibilidad que puedo hacer mi 'student teaching'... bueno 10 de las 16 semanas este verano en otro pais... tengo que fijar donde me mandaron... que cuanto cuesta. PERO si hago eso no puedo ir al pais dond estuve pensando pasar mi verano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente, he tenido problemas en el colegio donde trabajo con los chicos con autismo. Es un trabajo dificil... y una de las professoras priciapales q trabajan ellos es horrible. Y por eso los chicos piesan que puedan ser asi conmigo... no tener reglas... no es asi. Tiene q llevar un lapiz a clase... no me importa si van a llorar. Son basante intellegentes y gustan dejar la impression con son muy incapaz... para que no tengan q hacer NADA. Y la profe y tambien los chicos piesan quizas q yo estoy en octavo ano... y ellos no. Quieran yo hago su tarea, toman las notas, trabajos escritos tooooodo. Y me molesta que ya hice este ano en el colgeio ;) y ellos completamente pueden hacer lo necesario. Tengo un problema GRANDE con eso... y no puedo aguantar la profe ni los estudiantes que son asi. Pero el otro dia hable con unas colegas queridas... y ellas hablaron con la profe que no me guste... Y cosas estan cambiando rapido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mas.. NADA. He pasado una semana y media enferma... primero el gripe despues estuve muy muy refriada... por fin casi estoy bien otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno.... ADIOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paz y amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116377612386799113?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116377612386799113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116377612386799113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116377612386799113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116377612386799113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/gracias-dios-llego-viernes.html' title='Gracias a Dios llego Viernes...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116365194549319676</id><published>2006-11-15T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:39:05.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a New Laptop...</title><content type='html'>Any Suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't spend more than $1500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some ideas. Presently looking at Dell. I really only use MS Word, Excel, Power Point and need a lot of pic and music storage... that's about it. I'm not very complicated... i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... tell me what you think... or hate... or love when it come to laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116365194549319676?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116365194549319676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116365194549319676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116365194549319676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116365194549319676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-new-laptop.html' title='I Need a New Laptop...'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116361456175838604</id><published>2006-11-15T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:16:01.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/400/confused.jpg" 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/13404937-116361456175838604?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116361456175838604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116361456175838604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116361456175838604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116361456175838604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-word-confused.html' title='One Word: Confused'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116355620467373849</id><published>2006-11-14T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:03:24.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>Nothing new... just my yucky sickness continuing.&lt;br /&gt;I was dizzy. Very very dizzy all day.&lt;br /&gt;I got a head rush just sitting still.&lt;br /&gt;It was like sitting on a non-stop roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is pay day for one of my jobs. I might quit a different job. I am thinking. And trying to consider the +/- though at the moment every seems like a plus... like getting my sanity back... but hey who needs that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... I'm going to go to bed. Yes.... at 8pm.... this is now three day in a row. Pathetic. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaucito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116355620467373849?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116355620467373849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116355620467373849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116355620467373849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116355620467373849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116346984438905828</id><published>2006-11-13T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:08:00.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick! :(</title><content type='html'>I have a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cough. Cough. Cough.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts from coughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blood shot.&lt;br /&gt;My body aches.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak and shakey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;My voice hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me some lovein'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116346984438905828?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116346984438905828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116346984438905828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116346984438905828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116346984438905828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick! :('/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116337273358272201</id><published>2006-11-12T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:25:02.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La artista loca y su perro....</title><content type='html'>Soy una artista (ja ja ja)... aqui son unas de mis piezas q estoy haciendo en este momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 estrellas... las vean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rojo y negro... voy a poner un espejo en el medio.... para mirar mi bella cara.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tapas... tome mucha alcohol para tener tantas tapitas... y no soy alcoholica... y bueno, no lo creo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y eso es Ranger... mi maldito perro... encontre el en mi cama... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El no queria bajar... el enojo...  pobre estupido perro... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. nada mas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116337273358272201?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116337273358272201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116337273358272201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116337273358272201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116337273358272201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-artista-loca-y-su-perro.html' title='La artista loca y su perro....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116327462921340659</id><published>2006-11-11T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:07:21.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanca Nievas, no mas! Y unas fotos.</title><content type='html'>Llegue a mi punta mas blanca del invierno... hoy empece tomar sol artificial en una cama solar&lt;br /&gt;Nada mas esta pasando. Me duele la gargantua. Este fin de estoy preparando para mis clases de espanol y estudiando... aburrido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abajo baje unas fotas de la semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;blana nievas... soy!! PERO NO MAS... voy a ser bien bronceada en una semanas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sol mierocoles... despues q las democratas ganaron las elecciones en EE.UU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caribou Coffee tiene sus tazas descartables nuevas que dice 'Paz en la Tierra'... me gusta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viernes... por la manana... habia nieve en mi auto/carro.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sol por la tarde... que raro en noviembre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El centro de negocios de la ciudad de Minneapolis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mis nuevos talcos llegaron... 3.75 pulgadas de belleza!! Ahora tengo q buscarme un jugador de basquet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Nov%202006%20Randoms%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi ensalda... pase mucho tiempo preparando la... y en el fin no lei la botella de salsa... y no pude comerla... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quise poner mas fotos... pero el sitio no me deja!! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BESOS a TODOS!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116327462921340659?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116327462921340659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116327462921340659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116327462921340659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116327462921340659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/blanca-nievas-no-mas-y-unas-fotos.html' title='Blanca Nievas, no mas! Y unas fotos.'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116292512339281351</id><published>2006-11-07T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:45:23.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es Martes... Martes, Martes, Martes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5:15am... must vote.... today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6am... cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me.... wearing my 'education is a right' not just for the rich and white shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9:07am.... scenic route to the middle school... driving around Lk. Minnetonka... its kind of foggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid Republicans.... miles of illegal sign placement pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10:15am... voting.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116292512339281351?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116292512339281351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116292512339281351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116292512339281351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116292512339281351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoy-es-martes-martes-martes-martes.html' title='Hoy es Martes... Martes, Martes, Martes'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116290330780504554</id><published>2006-11-07T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:49:53.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE. VOTE. VOTE.</title><content type='html'>Vote for change today.&lt;br /&gt;Your vote is your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought for this right.... for a say in our country's policy... now use that right to force change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su voto es su voz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116290330780504554?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116290330780504554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116290330780504554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116290330780504554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116290330780504554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/vote-vote-vote.html' title='VOTE. VOTE. VOTE.'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116286625218032221</id><published>2006-11-06T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:24:12.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es lunes... lunes lunes lunes</title><content type='html'>Lunes. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6am....chocolate caliente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6:30am....Pissed... the internet didn't work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7am.... Calm down Srta. Gerber... just drink another 30 oz. of cafe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7:24am....shit.... im late.... but first i must find earrings..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; earrings.... oh so many choices.... i forgot the backs to them and they almost fell off in my first Spanish class of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9:15am.... after hanging out with 15 6yr olds... I needed more cafe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5pm.....avoiding homework....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7pm.... ready to work.... diet coke, water and my 4th HUGE cup of coffee for the day........ ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116286625218032221?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116286625218032221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116286625218032221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116286625218032221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116286625218032221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoy-es-lunes-lunes-lunes-lunes.html' title='Hoy es lunes... lunes lunes lunes'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116285507280452995</id><published>2006-11-06T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:17:52.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding HW</title><content type='html'>Posting here in attempts to avoid a linguistics assignment and... oh, yes... Several assignment for my 5-12 literacy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too exciting or new today... um... i was annoyed with one of my jobs as usual... but that is my fault to continue the position though I am quickly being drove insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... back to the libros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau... besostes a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116285507280452995?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116285507280452995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116285507280452995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116285507280452995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116285507280452995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/avoiding-hw.html' title='Avoiding HW'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116278411239368406</id><published>2006-11-05T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:37:53.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>We all have to constantly make big and small choices. Some are obvious, like to brush your teeth or hair. Other choices we must make are much more difficult or seemingly impossible. Some choices we make are based on our morals and world views. Others are based on our feelings at the moment, be it lazy or energetic. Choices are something that we will always have and something that may not seem big at the moment... will in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices to hold on. To let go. Choices to keep going. Or not go at all. Choices to see the truth... or walk blindly in ignorance or bliss. Choices to see things how they are. Or ignore it. Choices to travel. To stay grounded. To continue your education. To broaden your horizons. To meet new people. Or choices to stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to choose to be confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices is what we face day in, day out for our entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing someone cares about you even though you are both not in direct contact at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116278411239368406?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116278411239368406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116278411239368406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116278411239368406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116278411239368406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116247070279226474</id><published>2006-11-02T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:17:57.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Latinos vs. Gringos</title><content type='html'>Ok... estoy hablando de hombres. Nunca he gustado gringos. Hay algo que ellos faltan que tiene la mayoría de latinos. Bueno, anoche... salí con mi amiga a un clase de bailes Caribe... pasamos la hora aprendiendo bailar merengue, que ya sabíamos bailar. Entonces... te digo que primer los hombres que estaban allí fueron tan asqueroso que casi no lo podía aguantar. Uno tenia un oler fuerte de frijoles y el otro un oler horrible... peor que mi perro. Mi clase de baile confirmo que los gringo son horribles... porq?&lt;br /&gt;Falta confianza. Falta personalidades. No saben ser un líder. No saben bailar para nada. No saben tratar un mujer. Son insoportables.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Horrible pase mi experiencia... ahhhhh... donde esta un hombre latino cuando necesito uno!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116247070279226474?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116247070279226474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116247070279226474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116247070279226474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116247070279226474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/11/latinos-vs-gringos.html' title='Latinos vs. Gringos'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116226832245725747</id><published>2006-10-30T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:14:18.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE BK ON NOV. 7TH!!!</title><content type='html'>My past political efforts may pay off... two years later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two short years ago at this time, I was working for a &lt;a href="http://www.bk2006.org"&gt;man who was running for U.S. congress&lt;/a&gt;.  Bryan Kennedy.  Though we worked efortlessly to get him elected. Unfortunatly it was not his time... it was really no democrats time in the 2004 election cycle. Jim Sensenbrenner was who we was running against. An entrenched Washington Congressman... who did nothing to benefit WI's 5th district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Bryan's Deputy Campaign Manager and before that the Volunteer Coordinator during the 2004 election cycle. I also know Bryan on a personal level... he was my favorite professor while pursuing my undergrad at UW-Milwaukee.... I think I had him every semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... unfortunatly I cannot be in the Milwaukee area this year. I may try to make it down to Milwaukee this weekend... if I can find somewhere to sleep. I want to help. If I cannot make it I will donate some money... I dont have much but the little I can give may help inform a few more voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... why I am so excited about BK... he was &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=524167"&gt;endorsed by the Journal Sentinel.&lt;/a&gt;.. this is the first time in 24 (or is it 26) years that they have not endoresed Sensenbrenner. I agree that now is time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can donate money, live in WI's 5th and vote the 7th... know that BK is the right man for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Bryan... Te mando Beijos y Muito Sorte Profe. Voce esta em meus pensamentos. Voce vai a ganar. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116226832245725747?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116226832245725747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116226832245725747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116226832245725747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116226832245725747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/10/vote-bk-on-nov-7th.html' title='VOTE BK ON NOV. 7TH!!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116221216572187569</id><published>2006-10-30T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:42:45.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case of the Mondays....</title><content type='html'>It's Monday. Yuck! I need coffee. I have  a full week with all of my classes this week. No holidays, conferences, nada this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start a new class tomorrow night.... 5-12 Literacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... I start a Caribbean dance class with LENA!! We will get to do Bachata, Merengue, Rumba and something else... I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all that's going on. Besides that I talked to a lot of my hispanohablante friends on MSN last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116221216572187569?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116221216572187569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116221216572187569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116221216572187569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116221216572187569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/10/case-of-mondays.html' title='A Case of the Mondays....'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116215611968245149</id><published>2006-10-29T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:20:50.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>Some fotos of my weekend... nothing too exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Mpls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Mpls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving into Downtown from NE Mpls. Yes, I was taking pictures while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/mpls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/mpls3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Minneapolis... la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oronointlfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oronointlfair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aguante Argentina! Laura and I and the Orono International Fair Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/mexicanito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/mexicanito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the Mexican boys I talked to that evening... he wanted a picture of him wearing the sombrero... his older brother was sooo cute and told me... 'Estoy en Kinder y I speak en ingles todo el dia'. Que presioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being confused... also apparently I look like I'm on crack... according to an unnamed friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Oct%202006%20Randoms%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mad! I'm toooooo white now. I lost my tan. I am trying to hold out to go to the tanning beds... but I doubt I will make it much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/Cena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/Cena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner. I can cook. My colorful dinner or chicken, homemade red spicy sauce and aguacate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/newheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/newheels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Heels. Top View. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/1600/newheels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5885/1176/320/newheels2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Talcos. Side View. I love new shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my weekend... or at least some of it. Now I am cleaning ang studying. NOT FUN!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chau. Besos a toods. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116215611968245149?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116215611968245149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116215611968245149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116215611968245149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116215611968245149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116195260583661476</id><published>2006-10-27T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T06:36:45.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day &amp; Night, Night &amp; Day</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be interesting... I will spend the entire day at my urban school placement in Minneapolis. It  in NE, an area which has gangs, extreme poverty,  and a lot diversty generally associated with it.&lt;br /&gt;And then I head out to the suburbs... not just first or second ring... we are talking third or fourth. My Argentine friend and I, have a booth at the International Fair in a suburban school where we teach Spanish. It should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let y'all know how it goes... maybe share fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau! &amp;amp; TGIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116195260583661476?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116195260583661476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116195260583661476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116195260583661476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116195260583661476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-night-night-day.html' title='Day &amp; Night, Night &amp; Day'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116186185677071269</id><published>2006-10-26T05:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:24:16.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta 3 Meses Hasta Q Llegue en RD!!!</title><content type='html'>3 meses&lt;br /&gt;92 dias&lt;br /&gt;sol&lt;br /&gt;mar&lt;br /&gt;descanso&lt;br /&gt;amigos&lt;br /&gt;musica&lt;br /&gt;comida&lt;br /&gt;baile&lt;br /&gt;paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404937-116186185677071269?l=janetgerber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/feeds/116186185677071269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404937&amp;postID=116186185677071269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116186185677071269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404937/posts/default/116186185677071269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janetgerber.blogspot.com/2006/10/falta-3-meses-hasta-q-llegue-en-rd.html' title='Falta 3 Meses Hasta Q Llegue en RD!!!'/><author><name>Srta. G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053057501266959362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404937.post-116186084574284645</id><published>2006-10-26T04:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:07:25.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the Mins. Until 9pm...</title><content type='html'>I slept for 3 hrs. It's my fault. I take procrastination to an extreme. I always have. My linguistics exam is due today... I had two weeks to do it. Last night at 8:30pm... I finally decided to sit down and do. I was majorly avoiding... most likely out of fear that I did not know what was going on. I finished it at 12:30am. Went to bed at 1:30... well, kind of. Its kind of hard to sleep after drinking a pot of really dark Dominican coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up again. Already showered... trying to pull stuff together for tonight. Secondary Methods class. It is taking up so much time. Too much time. But I am half way done. So... Im working on that until 7:15am... when I go teach my first ronda of Spanish of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm... more like 9:30 when I get home... I get to relax and not work until Monday. Tomorrow... I get to spend the entire school day in the 'worst' school in the state. The most urban, colorful, troubled. Most cringe and tell me I shout buy a bullet proof vest. There is a bad name that goes with this school. Most are scared of the place... I actually like it. I am not scared and I really don't get the off hand comments of why I will be possibly 'never' be speaking with people again because I am spending time observing in this school. Yeah... people goes as far to tell me I will be dying in this school. Whatev. I just try to take away my own experience. Others negative thoughts should not influence me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal of the day... not drink soooo much coffee that I make weird sound effects and talk to myself constantly. 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