<?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-6996432226793915810</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:55:53.900-07:00</updated><category term='Shits and Giggles'/><category term='School Schmool'/><category term='Never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate'/><category term='Chili&apos;s is the new Golf Course.  It&apos;s where business happens'/><category term='Depth is Relative'/><category term='Clubs'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Welcome Friends</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-8331591967441644447</id><published>2011-04-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:31:36.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny Things People Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Setting:&lt;/u&gt; Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation:&lt;/u&gt; I'm laying on the ground showing one of my clients (child) silly kid friendly breathing techniques. After observing me for a moment she says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Child A (4 yrs old):&lt;/u&gt; "You're big and then you're little".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Child A:&lt;/u&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You're big and then you're little!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My mom is big and then she's big".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yep, pretty positive she was referring to my small top and rather large bottom. Love children's sincere honesty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Setting:&lt;/u&gt; Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation:&lt;/u&gt; Therapy session with a child. I was utilizing a technique where I repeat what they say and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Child B (5 yrs old):&lt;/u&gt; "Why do you always copy me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Child B:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Because Jesus made you that way? Or, is it because I'm really funny?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Not sure how either one applied but I let him know I definitely thought he was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Setting:&lt;/u&gt; Zumba Class at the Bountiful Recreation Center with my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation:&lt;/u&gt; The instructor was having us do "booty battles". Yep I said it, and with the class split in half my booty was shaking in front of one of four guys attending the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "That was so embarrassing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Mom:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"That's what they're here for so let them have it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "Mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Mom:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well if they're going to come to the class then they can suffer"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "Wait, now you're saying my booty shaking is so bad they were suffering?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh, my sweet mother. First she tells me to give it to them and then she says they're suffering watching. She always makes me laugh, she's my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Setting:&lt;/u&gt; Smiths Grocery Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation:&lt;/u&gt; Standing in the fruit section feeling Stephen's tonsils as he was feeling sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Cute Old Lady:&lt;/u&gt; "Is he sick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina:&lt;/u&gt; "Ya, he's not feeling too good". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Cute Old Lady:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "Well I've been watching you two and you've had enough time with him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Alina and Stephen:&lt;/u&gt; SILENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Cute Old Lady:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Send him home with me and I'll take care of him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Sounds a bit creepy now reading it, but she was truly a sweet older grandma type lady) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Stephen:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Maybe I should, you know, give her one last hoorah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I laughed my guts out...then maybe puked in my mouth at the thought of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-8331591967441644447?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8331591967441644447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=8331591967441644447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8331591967441644447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8331591967441644447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-things-people-say.html' title='The Funny Things People Say'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-6619111019666622184</id><published>2011-03-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:49:10.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depth is Relative'/><title type='text'>"Do You Just Go Home and Cry Everyday?"</title><content type='html'>"Do you just go home and cry everyday?" This is my favorite quote of 2010 thanks to my dear friend Marci. Well, what Miss Marci was referring to, the topic which none of the other 8 girls at the table had been privy to at the moment she asked me, was my career as a Social Worker and the population that I work with. So when Marci asked if I just go home and cry everyday, it could have been assumed the question was due to my growing love handles and thighs, my minimal salary for the 70-80 hours I work in a week, my grown out hair roots... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in fact I do go home and cry once and awhile.  I had a few of the hardest days yet this week and I'm emotionally exhausted. It began on Wednesday when I had to tell a mother in our program that it was a possibility she could lose her two girls, and then help her to not make a choice that would further jeopardize her chance to be a parent to her children. The next day we received the final decision from DCFS that a foster home had been found for her daughters. So that afternoon I facilitated a conversation between mom and daughters that they would be going back into foster care.  It was absolutely heartbreaking. As the 5 year old snuggled on my lap she continually asked me why her mom was crying and when they would be coming back, she didn't understand. The next morning I was there again to facilitate their goodbye. Those big brown eyes and quivering lip will haunt me for days.  I made it from 100 E. to 700 E. before losing it. From my clinical judgement and in my heart I knew it was in the best interest of those little girls, but my heart broke for them as they tried to comprehend why they couldn't stay with their mom. My hope now is that their new foster parents are decent people with love to give these two sweet girls.  A quick plug for foster care, they are always in desperate need and I know many of my friends and family would be amazing blessings to these children! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love what I do but there are days that I struggle, I know I join the rest of the population with that obvious statement :) , but I appreciate an outlet to process through it. Thanks for listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-6619111019666622184?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6619111019666622184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=6619111019666622184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6619111019666622184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6619111019666622184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-just-go-home-and-cry-everyday.html' title='&quot;Do You Just Go Home and Cry Everyday?&quot;'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-803795232781858020</id><published>2010-09-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:53:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Old People Really Do Know How To Have Fun"</title><content type='html'>I visited Stephen at his work Friday night.  He was giving me a tour and as we passed the banquet room the sign outside the door read "Fossil Club".  When I glanced inside I noticed it was filled with elderly folk. I laughed hysterically! Fossil Club...Old People....(hee hee) Stephen then replied, "Honey, I don't think that's what Fossil Club means".  I'm sure it doesn't, but it's hilarious none the less!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u26/old%20couple-743330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-803795232781858020?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/803795232781858020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=803795232781858020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/803795232781858020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/803795232781858020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-people-really-do-know-how-to-have.html' title='&quot;Old People Really Do Know How To Have Fun&quot;'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-2931808989246086748</id><published>2010-09-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:37:06.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Block</title><content type='html'>I've redesigned my blog in hopes of getting a new start and inspiring my writing.  However I used a basic template and the overall redesign took me under 5 minutes. Needless to say I'm left completely underwhelmed. I don't know what to write. I've logged on and off my account for the last two days.  I'm staring at the screen and running ideas through my head. None that are engaging or the least bit catching to write about. About an hour ago I got a craving for Chinese food and used modern technology to phone me in some grub (should be here any minute now...). Spiderman is on in the background but Peter Parker is doing nothing to keep me interested (however he's just barely been bitten by the spider and large muscles and exuding confidence will shortly ensue...we'll see). I'll probably go on a short walk between this paragraph or the next.  Will definitely be fitting in time for greasy vegetable lo mein ANY TIME SOON. Geez where can I find me a timely delivery man/woman.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I like the title of this post which directs the reader to think I have a block to some creative artistic endeavor.  Nope, just haven't been able to write for the last year and a half. I realize that "writers block" would be the more appropriate term, but my desire to write is usually fueled by creativity.  Something I've been lacking for say, oh a good year and a half. Plus by using the term creative block I can picture me sitting at a pottery wheel, something akin to the infamous scene on Ghost.  I want to thank my friends who have encouraged me to start "blogging" again and so me writing about not being able to write is all I can give you for now. Starting to lose interest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(15 minutes later).  I've just given myself the best chuckle and I figured I'd share.  My sister is looking to rent out an extra room in her house (if interested let me know).  She has been receiving some odd inquiries about the room and we were just having a laugh about them this morning. She's starting to wonder if she'll get some serious e-mails so I decided to draft the following.  It was sent approximately 9 minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey thur, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like the looks of attair roomin. If yo allow me to be bringin my cat I’d be willin to rub yer feet. Feets es my specialty as I studied yurs while ya climed. If yo don’t take cur of those bunions thell be getting real bad. Ah bleeve if yur a churcher goin lady we’d git along real fine. Lord willing ill be able to share that house with ya.  And I love gardens cause I love me some squarsh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Respond tonight, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jimmy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese just arrived. Mmm....cashew vegetable tofu come to mamma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(193, 160, 69); font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6996432226793915810-2931808989246086748?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2931808989246086748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=2931808989246086748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/2931808989246086748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/2931808989246086748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2010/09/creative-block.html' title='Creative Block'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-3143474487374571147</id><published>2009-05-17T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:16:15.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w529.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/d9ea4df3.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/?action=view&amp;amp;current=d9ea4df3.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&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/6996432226793915810-3143474487374571147?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3143474487374571147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=3143474487374571147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3143474487374571147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3143474487374571147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-2009.html' title='GRADUATION 2009'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-6165335936778157159</id><published>2009-04-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:19:38.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, ITS EASY AS 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ABC Tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A: Addiction ~ Sweets and Pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;B: Breakfast (what you eat) ~ Oatmeal w/ berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;C: Chocolate or Chips ~ Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;D: Dessert or Appetizers ~ Dessert&lt;/span&gt;(s). It needs to be plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E: Essential Items ~ Lotion and Chap Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;F: Favorite Color ~ I'm a pink fan but hate admitting it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;G: Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms ~ Worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;H: Hometown ~ Bountiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I: Indulgence ~ Carmel Brownie Concrete from Nielsen's &lt;/span&gt;or Funfetti frosting on Saltine Crackers.  mmm...salty and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;J: January or July ~ July! It's the month of Fireworks, Carnivals, and Rodeos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;K: Kids ~ 2-3.  Not in the near future, but I hope someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;L: Life isn’t complete without ~ &lt;/span&gt;Loved Ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;M: Most exciting memory ~ &lt;/span&gt;Playing on the beach in Oregon, Cliff Jumping in Mexico, or Stepping off the plane in Prague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;N: Number of brothers &amp;amp; sisters ~ 1 sister, 2 brothers, and 1 sister in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O: Oranges or Apples ~ Apples, &lt;/span&gt;my favorite are Jonathan or Honey Crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P: Phobias or Fears ~ &lt;/span&gt;Too depressing I feel for this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Q: Quote ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;R: Reading currently ~ "Eat, Pray, Love" and re-reading "The Glass Castle".  &lt;/span&gt;Up next - "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;S: Summer or Spring ~ Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;T: Tag 2 People ~ Melissa and Chelsea.  (It originally said to tag 6 friends, but all my friends have already been tagged....sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U: Unknown fact about me ~ I don't think there are many "unknown facts" about me that the people who are reading this don't know.  Um.....I have beaded hair, I've been stung by a jelly fish, I was a Young Astronaut, I won the 6th Grade Spelling Bee, and I have six toes ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;V: Vacation I want to go on ~ Greece, India, or Thailand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;W: Walking or Running ~ Combination of the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;X: X-Ray or Ultrasound ~ I guess x-ray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y: Your favorite Food ~ Indian or Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Z: Zoo or Bowling ~ Zoo.  But only if I'm allowed to ride the train, measure myself against a gorilla, and purchase a plastic animal drink cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-6165335936778157159?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6165335936778157159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=6165335936778157159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6165335936778157159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6165335936778157159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc-its-easy-as-123.html' title='ABC, ITS EASY AS 123'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-1493510726308355991</id><published>2009-04-09T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:29:36.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Volunteer Opportunity</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the opportunity to help serve dinner for 90 adults and children at the Road Home (The Road Home is the largest homeless shelter in Utah).  My friend Sarah orchestrated the entire event which included not only purchasing all of the food and supplies, but making and bagging 90 turkey sandwiches! She initially had 4 other volunteers for the evening and at the last moment they all bailed out.  Luckily Terry and Connie Dorsey came out to help serve, and everything went smoothly.  (Side Note-I have extremely supportive parents.  They have helped or attended Halloween Carnivals, Christmas Shows, Bridal Shows, Open Houses,  Volunteer Projects, and more.  I consider myself very lucky!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dinner success and of course the good feeling that follows, we decided we wanted to make dinner for the homeless a monthly activity.  If anyone is interested we are looking for a set group.  We will rotate who is in charge of organizing dinner for the month.  If you are interested, plan on contributing about $15-25 per month for dinner/supplies (Which is about what we spend on ourselves on a Friday night). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would love all the help we can get, but again, we are looking for individuals who can commit to a monthly service project with the idea in mind that if you can't make it one month, you find yourself a replacement.  If you have another volunteer opportunity or cause that you are interested in we could always mix-it-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everybody can be great... because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love."&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000740.html"&gt;Martin Luther King, jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-1493510726308355991?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1493510726308355991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=1493510726308355991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/1493510726308355991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/1493510726308355991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/monthly-volunteer-opportunity.html' title='Monthly Volunteer Opportunity'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5258355358907397262</id><published>2009-03-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:07:33.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To my friend who hates public displays of Birthday affection...I decided to publicly declare my love and adoration for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a  friend."&lt;br /&gt;- Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w529.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/Cory%20and%20Me/b9802ad1.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/Cory%20and%20Me/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b9802ad1.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the great honor and opportunity to be Cory's friend for 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is by chance we met . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By choice we became friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have shared countless memories and experienced many firsts, and many lasts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In sixth grade Cory and I had a crush on a boy named Robbie. Our first love! (or so I tearfully wrote in my diary) We would prank call him and hang up.  After school we could be found either walking OR following him home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we weren't stalking cute boys on the playground, you could find us playing on the swings, inventing imaginary places, swimming in the creek, dressing up, roller skating, or hanging out at Rexall.  I knew, even in sixth grade, that I was going to be friends with Cory for a long time.  Maybe it was her contagious laugh, or her wild imagination, &lt;/span&gt;or possibly the way I seemed to throw caution to the wind when I was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you have one true  friend, you have more than your share".&lt;br /&gt;~Thomas Fuller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are older, hotter, more mature, sophisticated, dazzling, brilliant, breath taking, adventurous, lovable, adorable.......&lt;br /&gt;we pride our selves on the company we keep. I am not friends with Cory merely because of our history.  I choose to have this delightful person in my life, and even though we have grown, our paths have changed, the quality of our friendship hasn't.  We still laugh and cry together, get crazy hairbrained ideas that we think are brilliant, and now instead of rollerskating and swimming in the creek, we are visiting the Colloseum, swimming in a foam pit in Mexico, riding golf carts at midnight, or chasing birds in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a  little of each other everywhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ~Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cory, you are a kindred spirit.  My bosom buddy, and one of my best friends.  Thank you for the times we've shared.  I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.  Whether it's taking another adventure, watching movies in our PJ's, or hooking someones backpack to a fence ;)&lt;br /&gt;I know we've got good times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and I hope your day is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5258355358907397262?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5258355358907397262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5258355358907397262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5258355358907397262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5258355358907397262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-friend.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-66354264639757344</id><published>2009-03-04T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:07:46.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Bathrobes.  Love them or love them?</title><content type='html'>Love them! For the bathrobe skeptics out there, ahem....Catie, Jason and Cory, there are MANY benefits of owning a bathrobe.  They are great for wrapping up in after a shower, covering up from the sun at the pool, or keeping warm after getting out of the hot tub.  My personal favorite use of my bathrobe is for leisure.  If I'm cold, sick, tired, or achy my bathrobe is the answer, providing instant comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Hunter, fashion writer states, "With the attractive styles available, bathrobes are not to be hidden anymore!" and I quite agree.  I must admit, I actually own three bathrobes.  I have a winter/grunge robe that I have owned since 6th grade, no joke.  My second robe is reserved for summer and the third is what I would classify as my "dressing up for you" robe.  This final robe is velvet and has a satin trim, very classy!  Whenever I wear it I feel I should be sitting in a deep mahogany chair in a library and smoking a pipe.  Yes, slightly old-manish, but a perfect compliment for my dress up robe. If you come over to watch a movie and I put on my navy blue velvet "dress up" robe you know we're good friends.  If you come over and I'm wearing my pink robe from 6th grade then you know we're REALLY good friends, and I know longer care what you think.  Don't be offended, that is a good place to be.  The following images are similar to the robes I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Velvet "Dress Up" Robe&lt;br /&gt;Now envision it with a slightly lighter blue satin collar.&lt;br /&gt;(Already you're picturing me with a book and a pipe.  Very sophisticated!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7RQJQEWXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZrE-lhFbXpU/s1600-h/Navy+Blue+Robe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7RQJQEWXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZrE-lhFbXpU/s200/Navy+Blue+Robe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309411086007818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Silk Oriental Robe&lt;br /&gt;I wear mine in the summer and it is slightly shorter in length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7QRvaxXLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZKbvR1lLBNI/s1600-h/Red-Asian.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7QRvaxXLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZKbvR1lLBNI/s200/Red-Asian.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309410013921500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink Terry Cloth Robe&lt;br /&gt;Great to wrap up in after a shower!&lt;br /&gt;This is the robe that I've owned since 6th grade and it is my favorite when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7P5J_zDHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mBwSc2eWtsA/s1600-h/Pink+Bathrobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7P5J_zDHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mBwSc2eWtsA/s200/Pink+Bathrobe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309409591559392370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you are now completely envious of my robes and are left feeling overwhelmed at what to do next, and depressed by your lack of this magnificent item of clothing.  Use the following tips to make your robe experience more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When selecting a bath robe you need to consider your needs. Terry cloth robes are considered the most durable bathrobe.  It keeps the body warm and aids in the drying process.  Use this robe after getting out of the shower or hot tub. Knit bathrobes are known for their light weight, and breathable texture.  If you want something light, this baby would be perfect for you.  But, if you are looking for something that has breath ability and makes you feel like a lady, then choose a silk bath robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and admit that this post has probably changed your life!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-66354264639757344?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/66354264639757344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=66354264639757344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/66354264639757344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/66354264639757344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/bathrobes-love-them-or-love-them.html' title='Bathrobes.  Love them or love them?'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa7RQJQEWXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZrE-lhFbXpU/s72-c/Navy+Blue+Robe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-3734575778045089236</id><published>2009-03-03T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:47:06.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chili&apos;s is the new Golf Course.  It&apos;s where business happens'/><title type='text'>Unofficial Holiday Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today is square root day - 3/3/09&lt;br /&gt;On days when both the day of the month and the month are the square root of the last two digits  of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next square root day will be April 4, 2016 (4/4/16) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa23emoli3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DeZ0xOtyL_s/s1600-h/Square+Root.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa23emoli3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DeZ0xOtyL_s/s200/Square+Root.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309101272134421362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Square Root Days fall upon the same nine dates each century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-3734575778045089236?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3734575778045089236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=3734575778045089236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3734575778045089236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3734575778045089236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/unofficial-holiday-today.html' title='Unofficial Holiday Today'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sa23emoli3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/DeZ0xOtyL_s/s72-c/Square+Root.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-8922686222419590204</id><published>2009-02-27T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:54:07.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Never, Under Any Circumstance, At Any Time.....</title><content type='html'>Never, under any circumstance, at any time, in any place, no matter what, should you ever, in any way, even if you think you should, never-ever, should you ever...............................&lt;br /&gt;bring your baby/young child to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sahfs1-2jqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z5xKJm7Ai9U/s1600-h/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sahfs1-2jqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z5xKJm7Ai9U/s200/popcorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307597384865713826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see Twilight at the dollar theater.  I made it through the 15 minute credits, the lights dimmed, and I'm thinking, I made it! I have the whole back row to myself when a couple walks in with their newborn and young child.  I'm irritated, but think, it's okay there are plenty of seats available. Maybe they will sit far enough away that I won't hear them. And where do you think they sit? One seat away from me.  I repeat, ONE SEAT AWAY FROM ME.  The movie starts and immediately their boy, I'm guessing 8-12 mo. old, starts babbling away.  Cute? No. I wait about 5 minutes before moving 2 seats over to the end of the row.  What happens 5 minutes after that can you guess?  They move 2 seats over!!! Again positioning themselves with one seat in-between.  At this point, kids or not, I'm so frustrated there's no way I think I can enjoy the show.  As the little boy starts chattering again I look over at the dad with what I can only hope came off as my scariest death stare.  He passed his boy over to the wife and she was able to quiet him down.  Luckily, the kids remained remotely quiet and eventually they fell asleep.  Let it note, there were TWO other couples in the theater with babies.  One of which had to take their kid out when it started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I get the tired young couple who want to go out to see a movie, but I will say two things.&lt;br /&gt;1.) GET A BABYSITTER! 2.) Don't have kids if you're not ready for your lifestyle to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Office - Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't know where it's going. I just hope to find it somewhere along the way. Like an improv conversation. An improversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-8922686222419590204?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8922686222419590204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=8922686222419590204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8922686222419590204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8922686222419590204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-under-any-circumstance-at-any.html' title='Never, Under Any Circumstance, At Any Time.....'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/Sahfs1-2jqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z5xKJm7Ai9U/s72-c/popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-4675402771620092235</id><published>2009-02-11T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:51:07.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chili&apos;s is the new Golf Course.  It&apos;s where business happens'/><title type='text'>Stating the Obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNMxfTBAxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sB4bYuUbLtg/s1600-h/Captain+Obvious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNMxfTBAxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sB4bYuUbLtg/s200/Captain+Obvious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301665599443763986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began about a week ago when my boss asked if I was a notary.  I responded with, "Why, do you need something notarized?" Later in the week my friend was pulling her pizza out of the microwave and I asked her if she was having pizza for lunch.  Now I can't stop catching myself making these kinds of remarks! Why you may ask do I feel the need to state the obvious?  I think it has to do with my inability to allow a passing interaction to be just a passing interaction.  I feel a certain awkwardness when I respond  with a one word answer, even though that's all they're after.  I am, by definition, a small talker.  I am now acutely aware of this problem and catch myself stating the obvious or asking dumb questions daily.  At least when I was ignorant of my problem I didn't feel the embarrassment that inevitably follows my dumb remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Trouble With the Dryer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNM2nS-FAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-jT6m8FHGeA/s1600-h/blowdryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNM2nS-FAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-jT6m8FHGeA/s200/blowdryer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301665687490401282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNMjpn4seI/AAAAAAAAAMM/77Nq4HX06gY/s1600-h/Street+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNMjpn4seI/AAAAAAAAAMM/77Nq4HX06gY/s200/Street+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301665361697485282" border="0" /&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/6996432226793915810-4675402771620092235?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4675402771620092235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=4675402771620092235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/4675402771620092235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/4675402771620092235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/stating-obvious.html' title='Stating the Obvious'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SZNMxfTBAxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sB4bYuUbLtg/s72-c/Captain+Obvious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-8321288142570740744</id><published>2009-02-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:47:11.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Schmool'/><title type='text'>Life Decision.....Need Your Advice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyEdQzqvUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ao8mlAnyjwg/s1600-h/Hair.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyEdQzqvUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ao8mlAnyjwg/s200/Hair.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756499770981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have one week to decide where I would like to be placed for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Masters Program Practicum and I am feeling slightly dramatic in a sense that I could make the wrong decision and completely ruin my life (I told you I was feeling dramatic!). Okay, maybe not ruin, but could limit my future career options by not choosing wisely.  So, I have decided to use this post as a way to organize my pros and cons as well as to get your votes. I have narrowed it down to three categories.  Within those categories I will still have to choose out of multiple agencies/schools, but I'll tackle that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; International Placement in Mumbai India or Gaboronte Botswana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How many opportunities will I have to study in another country?&lt;br /&gt;-Social Programs are going to be vastly different in a third world country and it would be    fascinating to learn about them.&lt;br /&gt;-I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;-Having an international emphasis would stand out on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;-Rather than going to school and doing my practicum congruently in the fall I would be able to go to school and work throughout the semester as I would be completing the practicum full time over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;-If I went to India I would get to try real Indian food which I love.&lt;br /&gt;-I imagine I could ride an elephant in both countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Extra travel fees in addition to course and practicum costs.&lt;br /&gt;-Paying for an apartment/car/internet/etc. while I'm not here.&lt;br /&gt;-Although not likely, there is always the chance that the school/agency could say they can't accept a new student/my funding could fall through leaving me behind all of my classmates and scrambling to find a Utah agency that would accept me.&lt;br /&gt;-Being away from loved ones for three months.&lt;br /&gt;-Harsh living conditions.&lt;br /&gt;-I won't get the Clinical experience I feel I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; School Setting (I'm required to do 300 hrs. in a school setting to receive my SW School Counselor Certificate.  The full practicum is 600 hrs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-The idea of being a school social worker was partly what inspired me to go into Social Work in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;-The schedule would be ideal for later on in life.  Work during the school year, summers off.&lt;br /&gt;-I worked with teen moms at a High School and absolutely loved it (won't count towards my 300 hours however, already thought of that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Funding is being cut for schools and they are not required to have a school counselor/social worker so I may not have any positions to pursue when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;-It is a popular position and therefore very competitive.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to get my LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social Work. It's required to do therapy) and this position wouldn't prepare me for taking the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Clinical Setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-I haven't had any experience in a clinical setting so far and I am going to need the counseling experience.&lt;br /&gt;-Over the years when I picture myself as a Social Worker I continually imagine sitting in an office setting with a client across from me.&lt;br /&gt;-I could see myself doing, and being happy with doing, individual and couple counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Practicum spots are limited and so it is highly competitive.&lt;br /&gt;-Most stressful of the three options.&lt;br /&gt;-To be honest, this one scares me to death.  I don't know if I'm ready to be counseling.  I guess that is what a practicum is for though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far I have feedback from two of my friends at work.  Their responses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend #1:&lt;/span&gt; You are going to get a whole new experience in India that none of the other students will have.  It is only for three months and you have a year to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend #2:&lt;/span&gt; I would choose the most practical one.  With the way our economy is right now you would be smart to pick the one that will give you the most options for career choices.  This would be in a Clinical Setting. It's broad enough that I could take it anywhere and it would give me all of the skills I am going to need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So....What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyEKf4p1yI/AAAAAAAAALs/30oN8N0Tstc/s1600-h/def_therapist-264x346.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyEKf4p1yI/AAAAAAAAALs/30oN8N0Tstc/s200/def_therapist-264x346.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756177400911650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyDRqznw6I/AAAAAAAAALc/-cj4ljtcLlg/s1600-h/Elephant-ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyDRqznw6I/AAAAAAAAALc/-cj4ljtcLlg/s200/Elephant-ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299755201080050594" 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/6996432226793915810-8321288142570740744?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8321288142570740744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=8321288142570740744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8321288142570740744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8321288142570740744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-decisionneed-your-advice.html' title='Life Decision.....Need Your Advice!'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SYyEdQzqvUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ao8mlAnyjwg/s72-c/Hair.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-6266807995921904792</id><published>2009-01-20T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:56:09.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Chicago Walking Tour</title><content type='html'>I just returned from my third trip to Chicago and I decided it was time for me to do a little more obvious sight seeing, so I signed up for the Historic Skyscrapers Walking Tour. I met my group at 10:00 am for our two hour tour feeling pretty good about the three shirts I was wearing, in addition to a sweater and coat, two pairs of socks, scarf, hat, and tights under my pants, there was no way I was going to be cold. The group turned out to consist of me and one other girl from Germany. (I'm sure the size of the group had nothing to do with the fact that it was negative 4 degrees that day!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXgEIGg4xCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gSNdScrwI-s/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXgEIGg4xCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gSNdScrwI-s/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293985899208033314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Cloud Gate. AKA The Peanut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The tour turned out to be really interesting! There were so many intricate designs on the buildings that I had never noticed, even when I had locals showing me around. Plus the history behind all of them was informative and kept my interest. I've posted some photos below, but unfortunately my camera died mid-tour. I would definitely recommend this tour for future visitors. (Surprisingly, even in the winter!) It was conducted by a sweet older woman who was a retired English teacher and a volunteer. She really knew her stuff! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="tour_viewer_lblTourDescription" class="text"&gt;Burnham and Root’s &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Rookery&lt;/span&gt; (1888)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf7tBv_t8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/cRU6-XqmueQ/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf7tBv_t8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/cRU6-XqmueQ/s200/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293976637979736002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="tour_viewer_lblTourDescription" class="text"&gt;The Rookery's Winding Oriel Staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_c1pK6nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1ada6szq3rU/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_c1pK6nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1ada6szq3rU/s200/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293980757898488434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rookery Ceiling Designed to Maximize Light&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lloyd Wright Restored the Interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_dAdAjzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3LQfXtQVN0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_dAdAjzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3LQfXtQVN0Y/s200/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293980760800268082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Salle Street runs through the Loop and is&lt;br /&gt;considered the Financial District of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_eELD5GI/AAAAAAAAALI/FDx2REo_Ntg/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf_eELD5GI/AAAAAAAAALI/FDx2REo_Ntg/s200/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293980778978600034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Additional stops on the Historical Skyscrapers Tour: &lt;span id="tour_viewer_lblTourDescription" class="text"&gt;Adler and Sullivan’s&lt;/span&gt; Auditorium (1889),  &lt;span id="tour_viewer_lblTourDescription" class="text"&gt;Holabird and Roche’s Marquette Building (1895), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="tour_viewer_lblTourDescription" class="text"&gt;Holabird and Root’s Chicago Board of Trade Building (1930)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;By the end of the tour I was frozen to the bone. Face chapped, feet wet, and let's be honest...miserable. I made it two blocks down the road before I had to escape into a cafe for a cup of soup and a panini. I took refuge there for about an hour enjoying my hot food and book. When I finally ventured out again I walked another five blocks, cursing under my breath, and slipped into another cafe. This time I endulged in a Chai tea and a scrumptuous lemon bar. The plan for the day was to walk the city while my friend was at work. Ya..................NOT A GOOD PLAN! I ended up taking a nap in her office while she finished work. I never fully warmed up until later that night when I spent an hour in a scalding hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf7s54vIqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m5S3athp6Lk/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXf7s54vIqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m5S3athp6Lk/s200/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293976635868914338" 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/6996432226793915810-6266807995921904792?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6266807995921904792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=6266807995921904792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6266807995921904792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6266807995921904792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicago-walking-tour.html' title='Chicago Walking Tour'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SXgEIGg4xCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gSNdScrwI-s/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5405851852618045910</id><published>2009-01-15T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:19:16.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate'/><title type='text'>Funeral Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SW-dDmZowsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gI9EBNyTo0g/s1600-h/DSCN4728%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291620772356866754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SW-dDmZowsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gI9EBNyTo0g/s200/DSCN4728%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow my friend in Chicago heard about Utah's "funeral potatoes". She has been asking me to make them since my first visit last year. So last night I went to the grocery store, purchased the necessary ingredients, including corn flakes for authenticity, and set out to wow her. The potatoes, I thought, turned out good, however her response was pretty anticlimactic. I guess just us Utahn's can truly appreciate the cheesy, sour creamy goodness of funeral potatoes. I told her about the different versions of this dish and she said she'd be up to trying a different one. She was shocked to learn that at my grandpa's funeral there were at least 5 different variations. I'm guessing she's now not so interested in trying the jello dish I was planning on introducing her to! Anyone have any to-die-for funeral potato recipes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5405851852618045910?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5405851852618045910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5405851852618045910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5405851852618045910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5405851852618045910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/funeral-potatoes.html' title='Funeral Potatoes'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SW-dDmZowsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gI9EBNyTo0g/s72-c/DSCN4728%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-8866784977293649661</id><published>2009-01-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:35:39.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Urban Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm currently visiting my friend Lisa in Chicago and she asked if I wanted to go sledding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Um...sure, but there aren't any hills" was my reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how the city kids go sledding. Notice the traffic in the background. Also notice that by sledding I mean me pulling a sled along the snowy sidewalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290859316736641090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SWzohDKnSEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gUY2A4Tobvw/s200/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Sean's first time sledding, and considering how cold it is in Chicago right now, I was suprised that he loved it. Plus he looks so adorable in all his snow gear!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861054260340562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SWzqGL8i51I/AAAAAAAAAJo/juYv6cS3p3Y/s200/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made a stop at a nearby park to hit the icy slides. Got to do what you can to make up for the abscence of hills!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290860246434908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SWzpXKj9CSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BAGOgJyw1_w/s200/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so tuckered out that he just layed his head down on the way home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861404559946002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SWzqak6esRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UD7TUfzpRkM/s200/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't trade my childhood sledding experiences for anything. There is nothing like repeatedly hiking up a huge hill, piling two or three girls on a tube, and flying down the mountain (or so it felt like a mountain at that age). I also can't forget the joy of hitting jumps only to fly off and get the wind knocked out of you. It's good for ya, makes kids tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-8866784977293649661?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8866784977293649661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=8866784977293649661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8866784977293649661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8866784977293649661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2009/01/urban-sledding.html' title='Urban Sledding'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SWzohDKnSEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gUY2A4Tobvw/s72-c/IMG_1540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-6283278617875701321</id><published>2008-12-22T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:41:35.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chili&apos;s is the new Golf Course.  It&apos;s where business happens'/><title type='text'>It's Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I just got home from the dreaded first interview.  First, I hate interviewing!!! Second, I usually get a good sense of how the interview is going and whether or not the interviewers like me, I had no idea on this one!  Third, as General Manager at my last job I was in charge of the hiring and firing.  I always had my Wedding Consultant sit in on interviews with me and we would take the good cop/bad cop roles.  I would always be the bad cop, asking the hard questions and having fun with the interviewee.  One time I asked a girl to get on the table and sing.  Another time I asked an interviewee to call an upset father of the bride and explain to him why their tuxes were late (I didn't end up making either one do what I asked, just wanted to see if they would :).  All I have to say is.....Karma.  Today I told the panel that I wanted to learn Spanish and that I've had a few College Spanish courses (true, but that was two years ago).  They asked if I could answer a question in Spanish and I said no, but that I could talk about myself for 10 minutes (I don't know why I said 10, to pass the class we only had to talk for 5!).  Anyway, one girl said, "Please do" .  I laughed for a minute thinking it was a joke and she looked me straight in the eye and replied, "No, seriously, we both speak Spanish and I'd like to hear it".  I bumbled through about 3 lines and apologized that it had been awhile and I was nervous.  I felt like an idiot! I was not prepared for that!!! Why didn't they ask me my strengths and weaknesses? That I had prepared for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people.....KARMA.  I publicly apologize for the many I have interviewed and had fun with at your expense.  Ooops, not so fun when you're on the other end :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone knows of an available job please pass it along!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think McDonalds would be a great place to work.  They have good benefits for their employees right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-6283278617875701321?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6283278617875701321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=6283278617875701321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6283278617875701321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/6283278617875701321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-karma.html' title='It&apos;s Karma'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-821683393702373261</id><published>2008-12-19T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:45:29.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Schmool'/><title type='text'>I FINALLY DID IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay people, this has been 7 years in the making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally graduated from The University of Utah with a bachelor's in Social Work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUv3vI9SLkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BmYt_-FC08s/s1600-h/cap+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUv3vI9SLkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BmYt_-FC08s/s200/cap+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281587377252478530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A little school history for you, I had originally planned to go to Utah State.  I applied, was accepted, put a deposit on an apartment with my friend, and at the last minute decided It wasn't what I wanted to do.  I ended up losing my $250 deposit.  So, the following semester I began my education at Weber State my first year out of High School.  I rarely went to class, met a lot of freakish Ogden boys, and was still stuck in my High School behaviors where I didn't apply myself and didn't really care.  I was on a scholarship at the time, lost it, and earned very few transferable credit hours from class. I decided I needed a break.  I took a year off and it was excruciating getting me back.  Best thing I ever did however.  When I started at Salt Lake Community College I was on my own.  There was no one paying for me, it didn't affect anyone but me if I went to class or not, and I actually wanted to amount to something.  Little Alina was finally growing up.  In 2006 I graduated from Salt Lake Community College with an Associates of Science degree and knew that I wanted to pursue a degree in Social Work.  I am also proud to say that during the course of my education I have always worked full time and during my years at Salt Lake Community College I didn't take out one student loan.  It all came straight from my pocket.  I didn't receive any financial help from my parents either. My education was truly my own reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December 2008 I graduated from the University of Utah with my degree in Social Work.  I couldn't be happier with the career I have chosen. People tell me time and time again, "You're not doing Social Work for the money that's for sure. Ha... Ha...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew I wanted to do more, and Social Work has been a tremendous outlet for me to do that.  I no longer want to "help people" (this is a common phrase that is coined with Social Work).  I want to recognize a person's strengths, empower them with information and tools if I can, and watch as they "help" themselves.  The world is cynical.  If I've learned anything it is that things are truly not what they seem.  There are misconceptions everywhere.  My hope is that people will step outside their own sheltered box and realize that a teen mother is not always pregnant because she's irresponsible and likes to sleep around, a homeless person is not always "just lazy", and an immigrant is not always here to steal your job and ruin your life.  Had to get on my soap box for a minute.  Let me know if you want more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank my family and friends for always supporting me.  I couldn't have done it without you!  My friend Jen always makes it a point to ask me how school is and how my finals are going.  Cory has proof read many papers and has been an amazing sound board to bounce ideas off of.  Most important is my Jason.  I don't know how he put up with me, but he has been the most supportive.  I can recall countless times of him encouraging me to do my homework when all I want to do is play.  He has helped me complete take home tests, make flash cards for quizzing, or helped me rehearse for oral presentations.  I've even made him go to class with me! But probably the most important, he has stuck by me through what he likes to call "two weeks of hell", at the end of every semester as I study for finals and inevitably turn into a rotten mean person.  I love you babe and your support has meant everything to me.  I pride myself on completing my education all on my own, but I really didn't.  I'm at this place in my life today partly because of you.  Thank you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post, but I felt the topic warranted a few lines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-821683393702373261?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/821683393702373261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=821683393702373261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/821683393702373261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/821683393702373261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I FINALLY DID IT!'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUv3vI9SLkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/BmYt_-FC08s/s72-c/cap+graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-664423911549670045</id><published>2008-12-16T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:29:22.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>White Girl</title><content type='html'>I recently finished my internship where I case managed the files of Early Head Start's teen mom participants.  I was working with one girl, and she was telling me about life before she moved to Utah.  Here is how our conversation went: (As you are reading the girl's part it is important for you to talk like a gangsta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Utah gangs are just scary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow! They're worse than where you are originally from.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What?! No, I said they're scary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So...they are more frightening, terrifying...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No! (laughs) Scary means chicken!!! (she actually used a word I didn't feel comfortable using, but you get the gist.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So they came up to me and asked, "who ya bangin?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait.  You've said that a few times now, so are they asking who you're having sex with?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What?! (laughs for about 5 minutes) No, like what gangs are you rolling with and what areas are you hitting. (something like that, I was still confused)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (pats me on the back) Look at the white girl learning new words! (She proceeded to tell all her friends what I had said as they walked into class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to keep you all hip to the new lingo I figured you could benefit from this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Scary=Chicken and Bangin does NOT = sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have showed her this sweet graffiti I did in Seattle a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the white girl now? Oh, still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUg8nrmpqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w2QZVFylGxg/s1600-h/Seattle+Sep.+06+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUg8nrmpqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w2QZVFylGxg/s200/Seattle+Sep.+06+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280537215509309714" 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/6996432226793915810-664423911549670045?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/664423911549670045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=664423911549670045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/664423911549670045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/664423911549670045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-girl.html' title='White Girl'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SUg8nrmpqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w2QZVFylGxg/s72-c/Seattle+Sep.+06+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-369356137367031227</id><published>2008-11-29T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:15:13.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Text Messaging Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, you could say that my older brother and I don't have the best relationship.  It's about every other conversation that we have an argument.  I guess this stems from our past.  It doesn't help that in High School he would tell people that I wasn't his sister, and many times would leave me at school to walk home or try to find a ride  (it was a joyous day when Lynze Wardle got a car).  Point being, we still struggle to have even a civil conversation sometimes.  This Thanksgiving we had another irritating conversation where I attempted to be nice and was shut down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This text to my sister is what followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nate's an ass.  Hurry!"&lt;br /&gt;(meaning hurry and get here since she was over an hour late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what do I see as I'm sending it?  Oh, just that I was thinking of Nate as I was sending it and being all worked up, accidentally put his name in the send to box.&lt;br /&gt;SSSHHHIIITTTT!!!!! is what was running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling more embarrassed than bad about the text, I walked up to Nate and said, "Hey I just sent you a text, it was  an accident" and walked out.  He was already mid texting me back.  The rest of the night was.....awkward.  Looks like I ended up looking like the ass that night!&lt;br /&gt;Hate when that happens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the record, we did end up making up as we most always do after one of our petty arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the closest I could find to an "Oh Shit!" face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/STGS-5340kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cE5JvxmSfbw/s1600-h/9-20-2006-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/STGS-5340kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cE5JvxmSfbw/s200/9-20-2006-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274158248012337730" border="0" /&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/6996432226793915810-369356137367031227?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/369356137367031227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=369356137367031227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/369356137367031227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/369356137367031227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/text-messaging-gone-wrong.html' title='Text Messaging Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/STGS-5340kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cE5JvxmSfbw/s72-c/9-20-2006-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-4424868790268090825</id><published>2008-11-23T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:05:25.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel Partners</title><content type='html'>I was having a discussion with some co-workers about their travels and who they normally  travel with.  I thought about how an awful travel partner can completely ruin your experience, and my co-workers proved this to be true.  That's when I realized I have the best traveling partner! The following reasons are why this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We both share a strong passion for travel.&lt;br /&gt;2. We can play off of each other's moods like you wouldn't believe.  If one is contemplative, so is the other.  If one is energetic and on the move, so is the other.  If one is homesick, yep, so is the other.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our traveling ideals are similar in the sense that we are open to whatever experience comes our way.  Even if this includes following a woman who speaks no English onto a rickety old bus somewhere in Germany in hopes that she is leading us to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;4.  We both value naps and know they are necessary part of vacationing.  It also happens that we like to nap at the same times and inexplicably wake up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;5.  When money is tight we have no problem sharing meals and we rarely disagree on what to order.&lt;br /&gt;6.  If I am sick this person is willing to sacrifice precious sight seeing time to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;7.  When riding the plane to our destination I prefer the window seat and they prefer the middle.  This works perfectly as I rest my head on the window and they on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;8. We both seem to have good luck and that usually pays off well for us.&lt;br /&gt;9. We like a semi-structured trip.  One where we know where we are sleeping, but still allows the flexibility to stray from an itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;10. Silence is never uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;11. Compromise is key and I know we've mastered it!&lt;br /&gt;12. When insecurity creeps in, the other one is there to be confident or to be insecure with you, and yet we still force ourselves out of our comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;13. This person is so dear to me, that I know when I'm away from home there is still apart of it there in them.&lt;br /&gt;14. This person can make me laugh and we have such fun times together!&lt;br /&gt;15. With our limited knowledge and language skills we have definitely mastered the saying "two heads are better than one".  Thinking together has helped us get out of some potentially scary and tricky situations.  We value each others thoughts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please.....this friend is none other than Miss Cory Willey.   I have had the great opportunity to share some of my dreams with her and I wouldn't trade my experiences for anything.  We have had the chance to go to Chicago, Puerta Vallarta, Prague, Austria, Germany, Venice, Florence, and Rome together.  We are also planning a trip to Greece this summer! Thank you Cory for a friendship that is so easy and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get the guard at the Prague Castle to break his  "guard etiquette".&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it, but we are actually grabbing his butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPawiyYtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOnVpOH1N2I/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+07+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPawiyYtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOnVpOH1N2I/s200/Europe+Trip+07+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271972897428234962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sightseeing in Rome.  Bloody hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPbG3UUAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g2KiM9H12Lo/s1600-h/Bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPbG3UUAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g2KiM9H12Lo/s200/Bus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271972903419924482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPbTiumzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d-SJru0wjEU/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+07+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPbTiumzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d-SJru0wjEU/s200/Europe+Trip+07+478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271972906823228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marveling at beautiful Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPame1HfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SaNqHX4UXWs/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+07+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPame1HfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SaNqHX4UXWs/s200/Europe+Trip+07+399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271972894727282162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortress of Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnSEo3EioI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_8XFFtnDSlg/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+07+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnSEo3EioI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_8XFFtnDSlg/s200/Europe+Trip+07+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271975815943588482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-4424868790268090825?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4424868790268090825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=4424868790268090825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/4424868790268090825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/4424868790268090825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/travel-partners.html' title='Travel Partners'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SSnPawiyYtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOnVpOH1N2I/s72-c/Europe+Trip+07+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5780115391293785711</id><published>2008-11-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:09:04.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>You know you're friends with Alina and Jen when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; 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border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. You've been swimming in the post office fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. You've tickled one or both of our arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. You've swung on the BJH flag pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. You've swam in the Meadowbrook creek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5.  You've made a swimming pool out of a garbage can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6. You've eaten a Maverick hotdog with salt and vinegar chips on the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;7.  You've tied a wagon to a bike so you could pull each other around the block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;8.  You've met one of us half way between our houses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;9.  You've shared one pair of roller blades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10. You've jumped off Alina's garage onto the tramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;11. You've peed or been peed on at the Bubble to keep warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;12. You've stayed up late waiting for Connie to go to sleep so you could watch dirty dancing and eat corn dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;13.  You know what snails are and you love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;14. You love season salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;15. You think Dees cheese fries are a delicacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;16.  Alina has made you clean her bathroom on her day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;17.  Jen has made you come over when she's been afraid of the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;18. You've made a menu and played restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;19. You've made up a skit on the tramp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;20. You've had Jen color your hair and insist that you go to a store/restaurant/gas station with your hair full of foils for a snack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4fjkFD6UNs/SSeRh9-rCsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jN8ikDWaJZY/s320/CIMG0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341901619595970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5780115391293785711?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5780115391293785711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5780115391293785711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5780115391293785711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5780115391293785711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youre-friends-with-alina-and.html' title='You know you&apos;re friends with Alina and Jen when...'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4fjkFD6UNs/SSeRiWV4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/0NrD3ErAeHI/s72-c/CIMG0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-3594918351794474947</id><published>2008-11-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:49:09.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ-KLuNglvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5uEWA1hdycY/s1600-h/9-20-2006-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ-KLuNglvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5uEWA1hdycY/s200/9-20-2006-69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264578423407286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cory Willey has tagged me.  Therefore, the following six things are something you may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm deathly afraid of needles.  In fact the first time I have ever had my blood drawn was two years ago.  I made my mom go with me, and I cried the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate almost ALL vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I need to pee really bad it hurts my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;4. My feet can't hang off of the bed because I'm terrified someone will grab them and pull me under.&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't drink out of a straw from the middle of my mouth, it has to be to the side.&lt;br /&gt;6. I catch myself singing or talking out loud all of the time.  It mostly happens in public places.  I once started singing a song from seven brides for seven brothers while in the bathroom at my boyfriends house.  We were all there for family dinner and when I came out of the bathroom his mom made a comment on how she has never known anyone to be as happy as me.  Nice way to cover up the fact that they were all sitting at the dinner table listening to me singing while using the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag Jen and Marci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules-&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who has tagged you *http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com *I can't figure out how to do a fancy link, and my go to girl Cory Willey, has let me done in this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Write 6 random things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-3594918351794474947?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3594918351794474947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=3594918351794474947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3594918351794474947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3594918351794474947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ-KLuNglvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5uEWA1hdycY/s72-c/9-20-2006-69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5510074937528167345</id><published>2008-11-02T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:04:07.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Trunk or Treating....BOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to good old fashion Trick or Treating? I remember having to actually work for my candy, and man that only made the candy taste that much sweeter.  These days the latest trend is to take your child to a parking lot where they go from car to car getting their candy.  That takes what, like 15 minutes? We used to start trick or treating the minute the sun started setting and not return home until our pillow cases were almost full.  That was no easy feat, but year after year we made our parents proud.  This year in order to encourage the dwindling number of trick or treaters, Jason an I turned down two parties to make sure we were home to pass out candy.  I even purchased full size candy bars to give to the little chillins.  Being that I live in a basement apartment, our traffic was extremely low at the beginning of the night.  This led us to our decision to sit outside on the porch steps.  Not only did we make ourselves readily available for candy, but we dressed up too.  Point of this post....Keep the Halloween tradition of Trick or Treating alive!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ6NcvMimQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qa_yoO98KHM/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ6NcvMimQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qa_yoO98KHM/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264300539287607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5510074937528167345?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5510074937528167345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5510074937528167345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5510074937528167345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5510074937528167345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/trunk-or-treatingboo.html' title='Trunk or Treating....BOO!!!'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SQ6NcvMimQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Qa_yoO98KHM/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-3040036231273357336</id><published>2008-10-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:04:23.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Still frigid? Try a Blow.....Dryer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SPgbZY__ACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ja6TG2m8ERA/s1600-h/77th%26pk+blowdryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SPgbZY__ACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ja6TG2m8ERA/s200/77th%26pk+blowdryer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257982687976554530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of my favorite things about fall is the changing of the temperature.  I love the middle phase between hot and bitter ass cold.  The air turns crisp and cool providing you an opportunity to yes, wear your favorite scarf, AND use your blow dryer to heat up your bed before going to sleep.  I cannot tell you how much joy I get from such a simple act.  Here is how it works-crawl into bed, lift one leg or arm to create a tent out of your blankets and sheets allowing your blow dryer to fill the space with wonderful warm air.  I promise you'll sleep like a baby!  My sister was recently complaining of how cold her upstairs was, and well I taught her the trick and I swear it saved her life (hypothermia is a common cause of death you know).  To those of you who would suggest purchasing an electric blanket I would simply say...grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-3040036231273357336?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3040036231273357336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=3040036231273357336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3040036231273357336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3040036231273357336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-frigid-try-blowdryer.html' title='Still frigid? Try a Blow.....Dryer'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SPgbZY__ACI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ja6TG2m8ERA/s72-c/77th%26pk+blowdryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-7565515941094645648</id><published>2008-10-12T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:25:24.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_alice.jpg" alt="I'm a Alice! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" border="0" height="300" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are intelligent, outgoing &amp;amp; stylish.  A true girly girl, you love shopping &amp;amp; makeovers.  Although you are a generous friend, you can by coy, tricky &amp;amp; persuasive in order to get your way.  You are known to zone out occasionally during conversations, but your friends forgive you because you are understanding, supportive &amp;amp; know how to throw one heck of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-7565515941094645648?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7565515941094645648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=7565515941094645648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/7565515941094645648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/7565515941094645648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-quiz-and-share-your-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5277526889613941167</id><published>2008-10-10T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:55:00.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Bi-annual Doughnuts, Dinner, Drug Bust, Danceoff Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It happens twice a year.  The Dorsey gals and Miss Cory Willey get together for some good ol' wholesome fun. Let it note that Cory is an integral ingredient in the recipe, and has been so for many years.  She is the cinnamon to our sugar!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_jdjSz7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TzdPKQISTzA/s1600-h/100_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_jdjSz7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TzdPKQISTzA/s200/100_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255669386994511074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The evening began in a Betty Crocker fashion as we whipped up the ingredients for our homemade doughnuts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_j5PcAeMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fXGHlaGNjJM/s1600-h/100_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_j5PcAeMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fXGHlaGNjJM/s200/100_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255669862700710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we let our dough gather the needed mass for cooking, we set out for some dinner.  Being the go-with-the-flow girl that she is, Anne set just a few guidelines.  "It can't be a chain restaurant and it has to be good."  Hmm....she did know we were in Bountiful right?!  We found ourselves at Marcello's. A quaint Italian restaurant with average food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_kheZjXAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SZw_7XZsttM/s1600-h/100_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_kheZjXAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SZw_7XZsttM/s200/100_1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670553911712770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed on Gnocchi and Lasagna Cory, Anne, and I decided to walk the three blocks home.  For those of you that are familiar with the Dorsey Family home you know that within the last few years apartments have gone up on each side of the house, sandwiching it in.  What you may not know is that some of the apartments just so happen to be comprised of....drug dealers, doers, you name it.  Quite the excitement for sleepy Bountiful! Well, as we are walking home we were approached by one of our "neighbors".  He greeted us, "What's up dudes?", I laughed, and they responded with, "Oh! They're ladies!!!" Keep in mind they were about three feet in front of us.  I blame this mistake on Cory's mustache.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_oSYh_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/M36Azy87BrY/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_oSYh_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/M36Azy87BrY/s200/100_1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255674692684965762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we got home and our doughnuts were slightly disappointing.  They had barely risen and SOMEBODY rolled the dough too thin. We whipped up some killer glazes and frostings to try and make up for our shortcomings.  Doughnut toppings included a regular glaze, maple peanut butter glaze, cinnamon and sugar, and miscellaneous combinations.&lt;br /&gt;(Cory got a little violent when things didn't turn out how she wanted them...scary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_tdCAnbYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/j5gue-4NZ3A/s1600-h/Stabbing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_tdCAnbYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/j5gue-4NZ3A/s200/Stabbing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255680373176102274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then...amidst all of our PG fun, we saw cops patrolling up and down our street.  Of course the only thing to do was to turn out all of the lights, squat down on the kitchen floor, and peer out the windows.  Sadly, there was no drug bust that night.  However, we did make use of the dark, and this is where the dance off began.&lt;br /&gt;(Anne and Luna won due to their unique erotic style dancing) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_qu1C4OyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RXKp0sRDiFw/s1600-h/100_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_qu1C4OyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RXKp0sRDiFw/s200/100_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255677380398693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we wrapped up the evening with a little Thunder Alley bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Players: Candy Pants (Connie), Farts McGee (Anne), Lightening Fire (Cory), and Ivana Humpalot (Alina).&lt;br /&gt;It's debatable, but Farts McGee won.  Marginally ahead of Ivana Humpalot.  Lightening Fire and Candy Pants didn't even make the charts.  "It's just too bad for them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_wA5O6_-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/STAakOYDit0/s1600-h/100_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_wA5O6_-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/STAakOYDit0/s200/100_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255683188318732258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until Next Year, Peace Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5277526889613941167?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5277526889613941167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5277526889613941167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5277526889613941167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5277526889613941167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/10/bi-annual-doughnuts-dinner-drug-bust.html' title='Bi-annual Doughnuts, Dinner, Drug Bust, Danceoff Party'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_jdjSz7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TzdPKQISTzA/s72-c/100_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-8067658983932080164</id><published>2008-09-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:19:43.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubs'/><title type='text'>Ready yourself with your glasses, thoughts, and tea cup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SNJwmiUHPgI/AAAAAAAAADs/uJom-jn9NIM/s1600-h/bookclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SNJwmiUHPgI/AAAAAAAAADs/uJom-jn9NIM/s200/bookclub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247380323188555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes nerds of America we are starting a book club and I am extremely excited!  This month's book: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.  Loved the movie so how could I not love the book!  (Sshh...don't tell the other members that I haven't started reading it yet) Speaking of members, the more the merrier.  If you are a lover of nerdery and books then you deserve to be part of our book club.  We tentatively decided that at the end of every month one member would host the book club. This can be done at your house, restaurant, etc.  Just a few ideas to get you excited...how about we be one of the "ladies who wear purple and a red hat", meet at the Beehive Tea House (Great idea Cory!), or how about themed meetings? If you are already a part of a book club please share your success, likes, and dislikes to help ours be the most fun and interesting it can be.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SNJwsSesWUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dt4sVWKsZwM/s1600-h/3ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SNJwsSesWUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dt4sVWKsZwM/s200/3ladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247380422017177922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Members to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Cory Willey&lt;br /&gt;2. Jen Allred&lt;br /&gt;3. Marci Swenson&lt;br /&gt;4. Shelly Bubert&lt;br /&gt;5. Cassidy Skola&lt;br /&gt;6. Alina Dorsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-8067658983932080164?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8067658983932080164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=8067658983932080164' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8067658983932080164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/8067658983932080164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/ready-yourself-with-your-glasses.html' title='Ready yourself with your glasses, thoughts, and tea cup.'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SNJwmiUHPgI/AAAAAAAAADs/uJom-jn9NIM/s72-c/bookclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-5871581231998640124</id><published>2008-09-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:04:23.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depth is Relative'/><title type='text'>Responses We Wish We Could Send</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alina and Cory Here: This is a duo post. While looking through some websites, we stumbled across a blog of a person from our past. Although we give credit for the persons passion and overall mission of life, it was riddled with self righteousness, criticism and judgment; ironically, the absence of these very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt; being his/her passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, being two respectful people who are big believers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; and slightly chicken, decided not to send a very well stated, articulate, angry and perhaps a little catty comment on his/her blog. We were going to post it in this blog, but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;(We lost faith in all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;judgers&lt;/span&gt; out there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this ever happen to you? Although Cory and I are both like minded, the post rung false to the very core. At this point, what do you do when all you want to do is shake someone, tell them they are crazy, or try to give the person a little exposure to life and reality? I guess rant about it for a minute and decide to be who you are. Or as Lacy would say, "Remember who you're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Alina 'worshiping' in Rome.  They had to provide her a shawl as she was dressed like a street walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hr_5OMfv7Jo/SNCUPWcJXqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/haT39PVZbqM/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+07+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hr_5OMfv7Jo/SNCUPWcJXqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/haT39PVZbqM/s320/Europe+Trip+07+449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856557329211042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory 'worshiping' in a restroom...hoping everything would come out okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hr_5OMfv7Jo/SNCU7XjeaaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Xci1PGR8zfk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hr_5OMfv7Jo/SNCU7XjeaaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Xci1PGR8zfk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246857313542629794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already on our list of friends, know it wasn't you.... or was it??? J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Alina &amp;amp; Cory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-5871581231998640124?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5871581231998640124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=5871581231998640124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5871581231998640124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/5871581231998640124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/responses-we-wish-we-could-send.html' title='Responses We Wish We Could Send'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hr_5OMfv7Jo/SNCUPWcJXqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/haT39PVZbqM/s72-c/Europe+Trip+07+449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-3468100824533707466</id><published>2008-09-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:42:51.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Pop Tart or Toaster Strudel?</title><content type='html'>Before you go thinking you know the answer to this question let me point out 10 very important facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Pop tarts you can eat with or without a toaster and they are still delicious.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can take a pop tart anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;3.  When you eat a pop tart you don't have to worry about jelly dripping out it's backside onto your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Getting your fingers messy with frosting is not a problem with a Pop Tart. (Plus they never give you enough frosting with the strudel!)&lt;br /&gt;5. You can freeze a Pop Tart for a cool treat.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pop Tarts come in flavors ranging from Strawberry to Smores.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Pop Tart gives you not one, but two tasty treats in each serving.  One for later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8. Unlik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e the toaster strudel, Pop Tarts don't make your fingers greasy.&lt;br /&gt;9.  If you decide to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; toast your Pop Tart you will never have to worry about the middle still being frozen.  Which by the way with a strudel you never find out until you've already added the frosting and the strudel is half eaten.  You can't put it back in the toaster!&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally, the Pop Tarts sugary goodness exceeds that of the lamester strudel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it note that I seriously get upset when the toaster strudel commercials bash on Pop Tarts.  Upon viewing one, Jason and I will spend the next 5-10 minutes discussing the superiority of the Pop Tart.  Yes, you are immediately thinking that you should worry about us and our obsession with Pop Tarts.  What?! We are just two healthy adults who happen to be passionate about our breakfast and snack foods. Check out this pop tart commercial from 1975 .  It gives us two more reasons for loving the Pop Tart.  1.) The toaster, with the help of the pop tart clearly offers emotional support. 2.) If it's been around for this long it has to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-HfXBdzzWo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Check out this Pop Tart Commercial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SM9R9ohcfYI/AAAAAAAAADc/IEnnht72mZY/s1600-h/poptarts_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SM9R9ohcfYI/AAAAAAAAADc/IEnnht72mZY/s200/poptarts_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246502210201484674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SM9SFq0oSvI/AAAAAAAAADk/Qu5kgwsCUt4/s1600-h/Toaster+Strudel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SM9SFq0oSvI/AAAAAAAAADk/Qu5kgwsCUt4/s200/Toaster+Strudel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246502348257774322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-3468100824533707466?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3468100824533707466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=3468100824533707466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3468100824533707466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/3468100824533707466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/pop-tart-or-toaster-strudal.html' title='Pop Tart or Toaster Strudel?'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SM9R9ohcfYI/AAAAAAAAADc/IEnnht72mZY/s72-c/poptarts_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-2834719864912816642</id><published>2008-09-11T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:42:51.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Background Music</title><content type='html'>I think everyone should have background music to their life.  Just like in the movies, the minute I wake up a song is playing.  Not on my i-pod or the radio, it just exists, filling whatever space I'm in with great tunes.  On Monday I'd wake up, and of course Manic Monday would be playing! After that, depending on my mood, it would be a variety of slow tunes from FM100 as I got ready and made my trek to work. (The slow jams are due to my extremely mellow mood in the morning and let's be honest, I'm a huge FM 100 junkie) Around lunch time I usually get more pep and would probably be kicking it with some good ol' 80's tunes.  Example, I'm sitting alone on the curb outside my agency enjoying the last bit of good weather and Tiffany's "I think we're alone now" is playing.  What can you expect for a weekend night? Well, I believe a good mix of Pat Benatar or The Sounds would accentuate any activity or conversation.  Life is just better with music.  I would feel more comfortable reciting corny lines to my boyfriend with a little Elton John or Celine Dion in the background (This selection would not work for Jason, but remember it is my life and my movie).  What would make a reunion of friends just that much more special?  Well...how about "I'll stand by you" from the Pretenders. They see each other for the first time in years, they reach to embrace, and BAM on comes the music. You can't tell me that wouldn't bring a tear to your eye! Point being that life, at least my life, would be much more interesting and fun with continuous background music. Now the final question is, what would be my theme song? Hmmm....I'll blog about it when I've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SMk6NS8dr5I/AAAAAAAAACo/P2FCwiCRQXE/s1600-h/New+Fence+pic..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SMk6NS8dr5I/AAAAAAAAACo/P2FCwiCRQXE/s200/New+Fence+pic..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787241147805586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SMk7R0ZKsVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1jVQ-sHPSkA/s1600-h/Girls+Night+Out-August+08%27+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SMk7R0ZKsVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1jVQ-sHPSkA/s200/Girls+Night+Out-August+08%27+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244788418357670226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1st pic.) I can picture A little Dixie Chicks playing. (2nd pic.)                                                                                 "Girls Just want to have fun" of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-2834719864912816642?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/2834719864912816642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=2834719864912816642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/2834719864912816642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/2834719864912816642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/09/background-music.html' title='Background Music'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SMk6NS8dr5I/AAAAAAAAACo/P2FCwiCRQXE/s72-c/New+Fence+pic..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-9015257898142692859</id><published>2008-08-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:42:51.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shits and Giggles'/><title type='text'>Let's play, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SK3StMXj2UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0KAvnQvF3NY/s1600-h/Gorrila+Jason+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SK3StMXj2UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0KAvnQvF3NY/s320/Gorrila+Jason+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237073615557744962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite things to do with a group of friends is to go around the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; circle and ask, "If (insert name) were an animal, what would they be, and why." Everyone gets a turn to answer what they think. Inevitably someone is terrified by this q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uestion however and doesn't want to play, but I think it is a great way to get some perception on how others view you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. (As long as you don't take too much of it to heart.  You know who you are!) The less "scary" version of this game is to simply ask, "What animal would YOU be and why."  This way you get to choose for yourself and are guaranteed the answer won't be something embarrassing like a rhino or cow.  It is important that you play this game with friends that know you or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have a basic grasp on what you are all about.  However, it is also a fun way to gauge the first impression of a new acquaintance.  You should formulate your answer by combining appearance and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLES: Animals that have been selected for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. "White Exotic Tiger".  &lt;/span&gt;This is my favorite answer. Who wouldn't want to be a White EXOTIC Tiger!  The reasoning behind this answer I was told was because white and exotic seemed rare and original.  I was a tiger because I could be calm and playful but this person wouldn't want to mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. "Beautiful Butterfly"&lt;/span&gt;.  This answer was crap, but I liked it anyway.  I didn't feel like there was much insight or thought to it, but I sure liked the answer.  Flattery works every time!&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, my boyfriend Jason Glover's response to the question (Straight from his mouth): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chinchilla. Only because I think they're the cutest animal ever. You can't look at one and not want to cuddle it to death." &lt;/span&gt;He just happens to be the sweetest boyfriend ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers for a few of my friends:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason Glover: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Dogs are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; humble, obedient, truthful, trustworthy, good friends, and loyal.  I can think of no better way to describe Jason.  In addition, he is the most playful boy I've ever met! He loves to literally crawl into my lap and attempt to curl into a ball, which is no easy feat at his height.  Finally, dogs and Jason, are patient and always grateful for what they are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Cory Willey: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, Owls symbolize wisdom and the ability to see and hear clearly       despite the darkness. Cory has always been a friend I can go to for advice and wisdom. Second, you can't help but giggle at their hooting and that is much like Cory's laugh.  Third, she's got great hooters ;) Had to be said!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jen Allred: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jen is one of the most blatantly fun people I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Much like monkeys, there are few people that do not love Jen the minute they meet or see her.  Monkeys for the most part are non-threatening, and Jen has a way of making anyone she meets feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Catie Pilkington: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerbil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The gerbil is a curious, friendly and nearly odorless animal :), making it a popular pet.  I selected a gerbil for Catie first and foremost because they are so cute and little that all you want to do is put it in your pocket and take it home with you.  That was my first thought when I met Catie. She is also the type of person that seems truly thankful for her friends, family, and surroundings. Just like a gerbil is content with the inside cardboard of a toilet paper roll to chew on, a water bottle to drink, and a running wheel to devote most of it's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TURN! You can tell me what animal you think you are, or one I remind you of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SK3TFl0_roI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Wl8Phx3OpM/s1600-h/Kitty+Cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SK3TFl0_roI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Wl8Phx3OpM/s320/Kitty+Cory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237074034708950658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6996432226793915810-9015257898142692859?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/9015257898142692859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=9015257898142692859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/9015257898142692859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/9015257898142692859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-play-shall-we.html' title='Let&apos;s play, shall we?'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SK3StMXj2UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0KAvnQvF3NY/s72-c/Gorrila+Jason+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-1443739537583947246</id><published>2008-08-21T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:56:36.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depth is Relative'/><title type='text'>Radiant Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w529.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/0630e799.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/AlinaD_album/?action=view&amp;current=0630e799.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &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/6996432226793915810-1443739537583947246?l=alinadorsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/feeds/1443739537583947246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6996432226793915810&amp;postID=1443739537583947246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/1443739537583947246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6996432226793915810/posts/default/1443739537583947246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinadorsey.blogspot.com/2008/08/radiant-humans.html' title='Radiant Humans'/><author><name>Alina D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13116930774357894343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64FpiEgexQ/SO_eq_yXsnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bKWStLRwxzc/S220/girls+(6).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996432226793915810.post-2591449387411345618</id><published>2008-08-11T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:41:54.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depth is Relative'/><title type='text'>"Learn to be a radiant human, and then shine on others." Sark</title><content type='html'>Who am I? I'm not entirely sure, but for the first time I realize the importance of not answering, but pondering and being aware of this question as it constantly changes and evolves. My sister recently embarked on a magnificent adventure. It was a vacation planned for two, yet she found herself experiencing Alaska alone. When I think of the word ALONE my immediate emotion is saddness or pity on her behalf. Why should we fear alone as if there is less to be gained by the experience? I had the opportunity of talking with my sister a few days before the end of her adventure and we pondered the idea of being alone. Alone, being in the present, and getting to know and love yourself. We invest hours, days, and lifetimes getting to know others, but do we take the time to truly learn about ourselves? I know the superficial aspects of myself. Go ahead and ask me, what is my favorite color, food, pet?...I can answer all without hesitation and none would give you any insight into who Alina Dorsey really is. My favorite color does not define me, nor does it reflect any depth concerning my wishes and desires. An author who is inspirational to me, Sark, suggests marrying yourself. Performing a wedding somewhere special and vowing to love and honor yourself until the end of your days. At first this idea of an actual ceremony sounded completely silly, but I can appreciate the importance behind it. I find myself dutifully completing my education, working out my days, and busying myself with the mundane details of everyday while forgetting to take the time to discover what I want and need. Who am I? Well, that changes daily, but I like the idea of trying to be a radiant human, and then shining on others. I know many radiant human beings whose light has helped shape and mold the person I am and will continue to be. These are the people who have been badgering me to start a blog for quite some time. They are amazing and beautiful and hysterical! I take pride in the fact that I surround myself with people who have the greatest capacity to love. They also just happen to be downright witty and funny and can make me smile in a second. Just this weekend a dear friend had me uncontrollably bawling and laughing at the same time (you know who you are). I love you all. "You are enough. You have enough. You do enough." 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