<?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-1768649741325791951</id><updated>2011-11-11T11:50:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurel's Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-635396788973820299</id><published>2010-01-29T22:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:17:13.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... yeah.. YEAH, I know it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Greetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would take the time today to sit down and write an update. Although, really, I think most of you now know the goings on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. After being made redundant and having two months off, I am back at work at a new job. It has been harder to go back to work than I had thought. I am finding the new job a bit boring, as I was so used running around and around being busy busy busy. And standing around in one place is making my feet so sore - so not quite sure what to do about that. (Comfortable, good looking, AND supportive shoes are EXPENSIVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting excited for my next move. This one should be the last for a while, and yes, of course I will send out the address to everyone so you can keep sending me fabulous American things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really enjoying the use of my new camera. There are lots of things to take photos of and well, I just like taking photos. I was able to get some nice ones of Ashlee, Tracey and Sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PMwuHmm7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zA5LXdGqZuI/s1600-h/KLTN001160007023-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PMwuHmm7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zA5LXdGqZuI/s320/KLTN001160007023-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432410712924658610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Kelly Tarlton's an underground sea-life thing. Ashlee loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PNq7SsW3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/i58-EMD97zk/s1600-h/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PNq7SsW3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/i58-EMD97zk/s200/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432411712893246322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and Ash hangin' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2POzW37fAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-zHowXd-uZw/s1600-h/DSC05808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2POzW37fAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-zHowXd-uZw/s320/DSC05808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432412957247765506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And that is, sadly, the most recent photo I have of myself - since I am usually the one taking the pictures - even with my digital camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is nice. I am enjoying the sun and some hot days. It wouldn't feel as hot if it weren't for the humidity (which is like 100%) The new work place has no air con - and it gets a bit hot and sweaty some days. GROSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... not that it really matters but I am growing my hair out - maybe not to the point that it was before, but a bit longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, can you tell that I am struggling with things to put in this blog?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Auckland Anniversary weekend - that means lots of festivals, street performers and even some fireworks on Sunday night. Me, I probably won't be going far, my feet are way too sore! Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, as usual, MISS you all. Maybe I will start writing more often - but that's not a promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-635396788973820299?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/635396788973820299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=635396788973820299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/635396788973820299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/635396788973820299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah-yeah-yeah-i-know-its-been-long.html' title='Yeah... yeah.. YEAH, I know it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PMwuHmm7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zA5LXdGqZuI/s72-c/KLTN001160007023-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-3020236677173229496</id><published>2009-07-11T18:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:20:39.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. All of your nagging (all of you) to get me to write has forced me to log on to the internet and update this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too new here in New Zealand. It is bloody cold outside with lots of rain, but no snow. Luckily we live in an apartment with central heating, unlike last year, so it is a bit easier to stay warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job and hotel are ticking along. We are opening up a new property next year which means a lot of preparation from our side of things. Some days I really enjoy it. Some days, not. I guess that how it goes though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee is big and talking and putting half sentences together. My favourite thing she does is imitate the fire truck sayingjavascript:void(0) "noooonaaaw nooonaaaw" (though we tell her it sounds more like nee naw - she just won't listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends and I just bought these pajama type things to wear at home when it is cold. You won't be able to read anything on the site, but it's funny to &lt;a href="http://www.sazac.com/FrontStore/iStartPage.phtml"&gt;have a look&lt;/a&gt; at them. Guess which one I have? (p.s. for those of you that are less tech savvy than others, hover over "have a look" at them and you will be able to click a link to the website :o))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still really looking forward to my trip home in September. Some days I can't believe how fast time has gone by. Other days, it feels as if September will never come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all from me. Miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-3020236677173229496?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3020236677173229496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=3020236677173229496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3020236677173229496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3020236677173229496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-5277316092920887558</id><published>2009-05-02T20:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:14:48.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my it's May</title><content type='html'>Lot's has happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start. Sunny and I went for a trip to Wellington and Christchurch. Wellington, the capital, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0JwRCx4iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hGM4oEOlPFo/s1600-h/capital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0JwRCx4iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hGM4oEOlPFo/s320/capital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331428258689966626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was ok. still really pretty, but really windy - nice for a little visit. Then we went to Christchurch. I really loved it there. It was really pretty - still small, but had lots in it. (like.. city stuff) They get snow - none when we were there - but it was much cooler than Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a car while we were there, so were able to see a lot of surrounding attractions. We went to Mount Cook &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0Iwsw9NcI/AAAAAAAAACs/sa7h7N32GAY/s1600-h/laurelnsunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0Iwsw9NcI/AAAAAAAAACs/sa7h7N32GAY/s320/laurelnsunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331427166619776450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (which was incredibly freezing). And to a small town called Akaroa. We also went and rode some cable cars, that had a great view of Christchurch and surrounding areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just for a long weekend, but was a really good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0L6WLsG3I/AAAAAAAAADU/ho5cpw-Y-Oo/s1600-h/akaroa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0L6WLsG3I/AAAAAAAAADU/ho5cpw-Y-Oo/s320/akaroa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331430630891461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for this new position at work and got it. That's pretty cool, it's been interesting.. or something, so far. We'll see where it takes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and I also moved back into town. With the new job, I have different hours, and she will be doing lots of odd hours for the month of may... Too much of a hassle for both of us to be living so far from the city. So just one week ago we moved back into the city. I am really loving it so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on the 24th floor of a (37 story high) building that used to be a hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0KWH-fdQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ohaIdj9EMBI/s1600-h/the_metropolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0KWH-fdQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ohaIdj9EMBI/s320/the_metropolis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331428909091091714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a furnished apartment, since last move we sold most of our stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee's birthday is tomorrow,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0KwGyAtDI/AAAAAAAAADM/qgV48Ss89F0/s1600-h/Ashlee+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0KwGyAtDI/AAAAAAAAADM/qgV48Ss89F0/s320/Ashlee+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331429355446907954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She'll be two - which is hard to believe. But pretty cool. She had her birthday party yesterday - lots of little kids = Carnage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Guess that's a brief update - more to come... sometime. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-5277316092920887558?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5277316092920887558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=5277316092920887558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/5277316092920887558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/5277316092920887558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-its-may.html' title='Oh my it&apos;s May'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/Sf0JwRCx4iI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hGM4oEOlPFo/s72-c/capital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-7050895979590822257</id><published>2009-03-22T00:05:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:01:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid March Already</title><content type='html'>Can't believe that March is nearly over. Kind of glad in a way, this has been a long feeling month and I am quite ready for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things are good here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some photos from a party at work that was to "thank" our clients. It was complete with a DJ, custom made drink by "cocktail artists" and some really small, and not even that tasty, snacks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXpMA07s7I/AAAAAAAAACU/oVrG1iSjyQs/s1600-h/Laurel+And+Tracey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXpMA07s7I/AAAAAAAAACU/oVrG1iSjyQs/s320/Laurel+And+Tracey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315911327770457010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theme was "bringing sexy back" - we are re-designing our logo and a lot of things about the hotel. We're even supposed to get new uniforms one day. (That would be a nice change, since the ones we were now are nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted the application to stay in New Zealand for another year. I am counting on the coming through. If all goes to plan, then I will be back for a visit in September! I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmm... otherwise, I may be back at the end of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee is so cute, and learning to talk more and more every day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXv1lqmWOI/AAAAAAAAACk/4R371aZ-4gI/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXv1lqmWOI/AAAAAAAAACk/4R371aZ-4gI/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315918639103629538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She can now say "Sunny" which she used to think was the same thing as "funny" (and would just laugh) and then she would just avoid saying it - but now Sunny is the flavour of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXsIaF8RSI/AAAAAAAAACc/4FR78kAnNdQ/s1600-h/ash+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXsIaF8RSI/AAAAAAAAACc/4FR78kAnNdQ/s320/ash+bath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315914564368090402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way - nothing too exciting. I did cut my hair today and it's a bit shorter than I had anticipated, but... hopefully I will get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-7050895979590822257?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7050895979590822257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=7050895979590822257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7050895979590822257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7050895979590822257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/mid-march-already.html' title='Mid March Already'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/ScXpMA07s7I/AAAAAAAAACU/oVrG1iSjyQs/s72-c/Laurel+And+Tracey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-4771069604508469800</id><published>2009-02-27T00:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:18:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A while...</title><content type='html'>...and probably would have stayed that way, were it not for Aspen updating her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess a lot has changed since the last time that I was on here, over a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is going pretty good, this Sunday is my one year of being at the hotel... and I'm not sure I have ever been in a job for that long. In fact, I haven't. So that is a small kind of achievement for me. Most days I seem to really enjoy the job - I guess we all have our days when we are over it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving back to south Auckland, Sunny and I haven't had time to do much. Last weekend we decided to take the weekend off and do a little road trip to Bay of Islands. It was pretty amazing. We were really lucky and the weather cleared up for us on Saturday. Sunny surprised me with a cool plane/van tour of the northest point of New Zealand. The tour was an hour plane to a place near Cape Reinga... We sledded down sand dunes and got attacked (i mean, it came out of nowhere) by a wave on the beach... and saw a beautiful lighthouse where the Tasman and the Pacific met. Then we hopped back on the plane for the ride home. Unfortunately, both of us were so motion sick that we couldn't entirely enjoy the ride back, but we both made it without vomiting (much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegElUFf0I/AAAAAAAAACM/TurRAVbSoBw/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegElUFf0I/AAAAAAAAACM/TurRAVbSoBw/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307386686475697986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEqk5IZI/AAAAAAAAACE/f6WCnqCPAmA/s1600-h/IMG00117-20090221-1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEqk5IZI/AAAAAAAAACE/f6WCnqCPAmA/s320/IMG00117-20090221-1235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307386687888368018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEeh_oRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ijbL9JobNnY/s1600-h/IMG00088-20090221-1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEeh_oRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ijbL9JobNnY/s320/IMG00088-20090221-1008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307386684654985490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEBvxDkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bezc9VtGumU/s1600-h/IMG00061-20090221-0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegEBvxDkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bezc9VtGumU/s320/IMG00061-20090221-0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307386676928122434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we went to a Fall Out Boy / All American Rejects concert. It was pretty good. There were lots of little teenage girls there " I LOVE YOU PETE WENTZ" (gag) I got feisty with these about 12 year olds that were a bit out of control... really. We actually stayed at our hotel and took the day off - that was cool. Actually felt relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all that I have to say right this very minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I also and reading the Twilight series... and even saw the movie. yayyyaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-4771069604508469800?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4771069604508469800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=4771069604508469800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4771069604508469800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4771069604508469800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-while.html' title='Been A while...'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/SaegElUFf0I/AAAAAAAAACM/TurRAVbSoBw/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-3243446163699442401</id><published>2008-01-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:21:57.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warmest January I've ever had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/R5PChJToEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbbodTlVUnI/s1600-h/P1070273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/R5PChJToEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbbodTlVUnI/s320/P1070273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157679872959058434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/R5PB_ZToEfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UnTiS4bk1xk/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/R5PB_ZToEfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UnTiS4bk1xk/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157679293138473458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize (thanks, Mom) that I haven't written in a long time. Lots of things have happened since November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, both Tracey and Ashlee made visits (many) to the hospital for ear, dehydration and mastitis. The whole month was quite crazy and all over the place. And poor Ashlee. I can't imagine having to deal with a sick baby (sorry 'bout that,  Mom and Dad). Luckily, every one is back to their healthy normal selfs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspen and Murry visited, and that was really nice. It was good to have some of my family around during the holidays. We did some fun things. We took a little trip down to a place called Rotorua. It's a pretty tourist-y place.  &lt;a href="http://www.rotoruanz.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are many fun things to do. We stayed in a nice enough hotel and all experienced a bit of the Maori culture while attending a dinner with the traditional hangi (meat that is, essentially, cooked in a pit in the ground) and the haka. Murry was fortunate enough to get to participate in the haka, which one of the most hilarious things I have ever seen, as it involves yelling and slapping your knees and chest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a place 30 minutes from Rotorua called Wai-O-Tapu which was pretty far out. There was a geyser and all kinds of different hot pools and such. And we saw this sweet bubbling mud pit! We also visited the museum there, that was in a really pretty building and drove around for a look at all the different things to do. On the way back to Auckland we stopped at the Waitomo caves. It was pretty neat, we saw some glow worms and got to tramp through some (only mildly clausterphobic) caves with different formations and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good with the family. We had a barbeque and opened presents. It was odd to be able to wear a short sleeved shirt and skirt for the day. I got some nice things and some things to remember NZ by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that time is moving by incredibly fast. Faster than I might like, perhaps, but I can't really slow down time, now can I? I have tried and tried and tried to find a way to stay here, but it just isn't looking so promising. I could if I got a job and then got sponsored, but... I don't think I will take that path. As of now the plan is to return to the US and go back to school. I never thought I would see the day, and to be honest, probably wouldn't unless I thought I didn't need it. It will be alright, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been some neat places in the past month. We went to a beach, called Piha, which was really beautiful. Big waves and darkish sand. It's nice for kids, too, because there are pools to the side that are warmer water that they can play in. Ashlee loved it. Also went to One Tree Hill, which actually should be called No Tree Hill, because there isn't one. Apparently some Maori activists took it down a bit ago. Went to the zoo yesterday. It was a neat one, it wasn't all just concrete that you walked on, which was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Other than that, things are good. Ashlee is growing heaps. She's got such a personality, she's pretty nosy and likes to talk a lot. I think it will be a bit difficult to leave her. But on the other hand, I am excited to return to home. I guess we'll see how everything goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-3243446163699442401?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3243446163699442401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=3243446163699442401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3243446163699442401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3243446163699442401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/warmest-january-ive-ever-had.html' title='The Warmest January I&apos;ve ever had.'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/R5PChJToEgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XbbodTlVUnI/s72-c/P1070273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-250002053048543192</id><published>2007-11-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:01:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be an Auntie!</title><content type='html'>That's right. To a little boy! Sad, though, it won't be named after me. Though Aspen has agreed that if she's not having a girl by the sixth child, they will name it Lawrence, so there's still hope. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well here. I am finding myself becoming more and more attached to little baby Ashlee. She is now just over 6 months old and seems to be learning new things all the time. This week she just learned to wave. And I'm working on mumma, dadda and nana. We'll see, we're not making much progress with that. She also started solids last week. That is exciting. Today we tried blueberries and apples for the first time. She wasn't very impressed by them... and it looked like she had grown a beard with it all over her face. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one month until I get to see my sister. What an excitement that will be. I am looking at all kinds of things that we can do. I will get to be a tourist with them. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey's got all kinds of job stress now. Help to run a hotel looks to be quite hard and stressful, I don't know that it would be quite my forte. I think I am quite lucky with this "job" now, and I absolutely love it. The family here is also really great. I feel more and more each day as if I am a part of it, instead of this extra attachment, which is definitely nice, being so far away from my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still juggling around many possibilities for the time when I return to the U.S. - many. That is the only stress in my life, thanks, Mom, for giving me your MUST PLAN EVERYTHING gene. Really, love that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might cut my hair off. What do you think? eh? eh? Like shoulder length. It's been a LONG time. And probably the last time it was that short was not on purpose (I seem to recall letting Aspen cut my hair - and that was my first mistake) Any way. Who knows.. I certainly don't, and so I guess no one else probably does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing really too new to report here, infact I am struggling with coming up with this much. Sadly, this small bit or writing has taken me a long time to write. Psh. Hope that everyone is doing well.. miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-250002053048543192?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/250002053048543192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=250002053048543192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/250002053048543192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/250002053048543192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-to-be-auntie.html' title='I&apos;m going to be an Auntie!'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-1110567803700910588</id><published>2007-10-21T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:09:45.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah, I know</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it has certainly been a while since the last time I posted on this thing. But not as long as Aspen... so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 4 short days, I will no longer be a teenager. The big 2-0. I guess I am mostly over freaking out about it, but it definitely seems weird. And weird to be celebrating my birthday in a different country with no family. Lucky for me, though, Tracey and Ian are like a second family, kind of. -Speaking of which, they are all on a mission to find me someone here so that I don't leave. Watch out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey just started a new job as a revenue manager for the "hippest hotel in auckland" (check it out if you want http://www.thequadrant.com) So now I have Ashlee at home most days, as opposed to going into town so Tracey could feed her. Last week was our first week of it. It wasn't too bad, things went rather well. Although I know that Tracey was missing her baby, as you would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee is doing really well. It's amazing how much she grows in such a short time. It's cool to look back her "old" pictures, when she was just a month old and such, and see the difference. She certainly looks like her mother and has inherited her looks as well. She's really good at giving the frown look. She also says "boooo" when she is crying. Tracey is convinced that I taught it to her. It's really funny and cute when she does it. She got her second hair cut last week. I protested a lot against the hair cut, it looks fine though. She just looks like a mini version of Friar Tuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's nothing really TOO exciting here, that I haven't probably told you all about already. I am doing this class at the gym called Body Jam, which is like a dance class. Very enjoyable, and I am looking forward to taking my sister to it when they get here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely still looking forward to Aspen and Murry's visit here. I have been looking and planning for different things that we can do! And sometime after they leave, in January probably, I am looking at going and doing some travelling of my own. Christchurch and Wellington (the capital). Maybe some other places. Flights are quite cheap here, though, Pacific Blue just recently put their airline in here to do domestic flights, so they have all kinds of promotions going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is nearly here, while I hear some of you are getting snow. (hah! suckers!)Finally I get out my skimpy skirts and crop tops - not! Anyway... that's all I've got. Hope everyone everywhere is good. Miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-1110567803700910588?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1110567803700910588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=1110567803700910588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/1110567803700910588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/1110567803700910588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah, yeah, I know'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-1717496785923839997</id><published>2007-09-14T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:31:31.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you!</title><content type='html'>Right. Well here it goes (Mother, dearest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick, it seems, for the past two months. I am currently trying to fight this most recent one. Yay for blocked ear and sinuses, who doesn't want that!? Although, it did make me feel a bit better the other day to find out that I am not the only one who has gotten this double-whammy cold. Glad to hear that other people are suffering too, psh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, though, Ashlee and Tracey caught a bit of this cold. There is nothing more sad than a little baby that is sick. She wouldn't smile for days and was just generally lethargic. She bounced back from it a lot quicker than I have, though, which is good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things, besides this sickness, are still going really well. I might even goes as far as to say that I at this point I don't want to leave. I still have about 7 months to go, though, and I suppose I could change my mind about it all. It's hard to know what to do, or even what I WANT to do sometimes. The baby is really good, she has just learned to sit up on her own, at 4 1/2 months old! She's so strong!  Ashlee and I have been spending a lot more time together now. She will, more or less, take a bottle now. Some days we spend most of the day at home, and other days we either drive or take the train in. I get the funniest looks, really, with a baby. You'd be surprised. Some people are all clucky but others give me the looks of death with the "why is someone so young and clearly unmarried having a baby" Really. Weird. I am mostly unphased. What do they know any way!? hah. (but not so great for picking up a kiwi boyfriend... shame:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else? I am really looking forward to Aspen and Murry's visit for Christmas. Have been thinking a lot lately about what I will do when I return to the U.S. - looks like I will have to go back to school again. I certainly don't really want to be working retail again. We'll see, there are a lot of things to think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely feel homesick anymore. Although, I must say, I do feel really homesick when I am sick. I need my mom, shirley temple movies, and some sort of motherly yumminess. I haven't really made a network of friends here, but know enough people and feel as if I am social enough. I guess I've never really been the social butterfly type any way, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well I guess that's all I really have to say. Nothing to really update here. Just plugging along. Miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-1717496785923839997?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1717496785923839997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=1717496785923839997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/1717496785923839997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/1717496785923839997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-for-you.html' title='Just for you!'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-4275543774980895400</id><published>2007-08-19T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:50:20.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been so long since I last put up any kind of post on this website... I have been a bit, well, busy. There has been much going on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee will be 4 months this week. Crazy! She is growing constantly, and is (as the descrete people put it) very healthy. Which means that she is a little chubber. She talks constantly. Lots of oohs, ahhs and ggggs. I am quietly confident she will be talking by 6 months. Hah! She has a very stong neck and legs, and has just learned to roll over. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one or two of my own adventures recently, too. I gave snowboarding down here a shot. It was a totally different experience than anything I have ever had. The mountain we went to is called Mount Ruapehu. There are two sides to this mountain. Turoa, more popular with the snowboarders. And Whakapapa (said fuckapapa-really) which is an easier mountain and more popular with the skiers. Any how. We went to Turoa side. Sadly on the day that we went, the weather was terrible. The wind was amazing... the strongest wind I have ever been in. The whole process of renting out a board was quite different too... mostly just way more hectic - but hey I got a "thanks love" out of it all, which is also something we don't hear in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey is now back at work, and starting today, it will be our second week at a new schedule. The first week was alright - except for one disaster of a day. Often we take the train into town and Ashlee loves it! She is absolutely mesmerized by the fastly moving terrain in the backround. It is very cute. This is one of the times that she chooses to talk. I either get looks like "Aww how cute" or "Will you shut that thing up" - either way... I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, I am going to get to have a spring! Two winters in a row has made for a long year. Though, thankfully there is no snow in this part of the country. This country is easy to fall in love with, I think. There are many positive things about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I suppose that's a nice little update. Missing everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-4275543774980895400?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4275543774980895400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=4275543774980895400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4275543774980895400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4275543774980895400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-3352078018324437758</id><published>2007-06-27T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:28:37.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>Sorry, it has been a while since I last wrote. We have been pretty busy here, though, now that Ashlee isn't SO little. (but she's still really little) This Friday will make her two month's old! It seem a bit crazy to me. Because that also means that I have been in NZ for a little over two months. Things are going really well here. I can't believe that it's been two months time that I have been here, and am hoping that the remaining 10 don't go by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying out some new "group fitness" classes at the gym here. It's quite interesting and not like any kind of excercise that I have ever done before, but also fun. I rather enjoy being active, I guess I had forgotten. Though it's easier to work out when you have someone else who loves to exercise and you're not working around funky job hours all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am a bit sick. It's no so much fun, and hard because I can't hold the baby. Oh well, it will pass, I'm sure.  It has been COLD here. There is no snow and infact the grass is still green, but it's chilly. The rain is miserable some days. The kind of weather that makes you want to curl up with a good book under the covers - only it does it for days at a time. Can't very well do that for days on end, now can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hope that everything is well for every one, every where. I sure am enjoying my time here, but still miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-3352078018324437758?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3352078018324437758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=3352078018324437758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3352078018324437758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3352078018324437758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-3926813573983134360</id><published>2007-06-03T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:54:54.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr.</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that it is June already? I sure can't. Time has gone by quickly this year. It seems to do so increasingly as I age. That's unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here are still going really well. Ashlee is now almost 5 weeks old. Still getting cuter every day, in my humble opinion. Lots more awake time, which is nice that it's not just feed, sleep, feed, sleep. And I am becoming more settled and comfortable here every day, as well. I haven't really met any people my age yet, but I figure that there is lots of time for that. Plus that's not the reason I am really here, though it's always nice to have some friend or different people to talk to. I don't feel as though I am missing out on anything, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a national holiday here, the Queen's birthday, I believe. So every one has the day off, though we're not going any where: it's apparently a big day for shopping. I'm not big on shopping, and lucky for me, neither are the people I live with. I have been doing a lot of reading since I have been here. I have probably gone through about 7 books in the past month, which is definitely more than I have gone through in the past 6 or 7 months. I have been reading a different genre of book, though, that I usually would, since I am borrowing these books. They are all thriller/mystery type of books. Interesting, if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I guess I don't really have too much to report here. It's only June but I am getting excited at the possibility of Aspen and Murry making a visit this direction. Hope that everyone, every where is doing as good as I am here. Miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-3926813573983134360?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3926813573983134360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=3926813573983134360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3926813573983134360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3926813573983134360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-you-believe-that-it-is-june-already.html' title='Brrr.'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-7040430280377568520</id><published>2007-05-26T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:18:44.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>Things are still going good here in the land of the kiwi people. It seems hard to believe that I have been here for an entire month. Last Friday marked the fourth week that I have been in New Zealand. I am loving it a bit more each day. Finally getting settled in, and feeling pretty comfortable with every one: it's harder than you people might think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, too, I haven't had any really bad homesick days since Mother's Day. Which brings up an interesting fact. We share the same Mother's Day as New Zealand, but not Father's Day, which actually is in September. All of which are different than the U.K.'s Mother's and Father's days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ashlee gets cuter every day, and it's amazing how fast they seems to grow. Or at least at how quickly time seems to pass by. Only 3 weeks old, but still obtaining new skills and changing daily. She is the most alert 3 week old baby that I have ever seen. Though her cry will make you cringe, it's the saddest thing, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is settling in here. It's not cold, like I am used to, but it's cool enough. I am thankful that I don't have to actually wear a uniform as I have had to in previous jobs. No, we are quite happy to lounge around in our sweats and sweatshirts. Every time I put on my F.B.I. sweatshit, we talk about Aspen and Murry. Yes, the kiwi's are all quite impressed that I know someone who works there. Consequently, their favorite shows are mostly those American F.B.I. shows. I get a kick out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, I do think I am going to go have a bit of a nap. Last night was not such a great night for Ashlee, which means it wasn't such a great night for the rest of us. If she weren't so cute.... &lt;br /&gt;... just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Laurel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-7040430280377568520?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7040430280377568520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=7040430280377568520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7040430280377568520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7040430280377568520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-6897525512776805038</id><published>2007-05-16T12:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:05:33.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>It has been about three weeks since my arrival in New Zealand. In ways it seems like much longer but at the same time, not. I am still enjoying my time here very much. -And not too much homesickness. The worst day yet, was Mother's Day, but these things pass, and are not permanent, fortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't too much new to report here. I am just helping out around the house and with the baby. She is a cute little thing and grows and changes every day. It is truly an amazing thing to witness. Unfortunately, at this stage I can't help out as much as I might like to, but I do what I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular sport, for those of you who don't know, is rugby. Now, I'm not one too get into sports, but I have watched a lot of rugby since I have been here. Not because I wanted to, I still don't even understand the sport fully. But because, well, that's what  people do here. -- And there is an unusual amount of rugby to be watched, it seems. The one sport I do like watching is soccer (and I don't mean american football by that) Plus soccer players are sexy, hah, just kidding, kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are settling into winter, if you can believe that. Fortunately for me, though, winter here is NOTHING like it is in Colorado. I am getting used to the rain and dark/gloomy-type days. I rather enjoy it, actually. It will certainly be interesting to have Christmas in the summer and eating bar-be-que for dinner, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, it's time to retire from writing on this thing. Hope that all is well with EVERYone, no matter where in the world you might be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-6897525512776805038?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6897525512776805038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=6897525512776805038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/6897525512776805038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/6897525512776805038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-7524755334163902678</id><published>2007-05-06T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:50:30.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May-be it's May</title><content type='html'>I have been in the wonderful land of the kiwi's for a little over a week now. (and I just had my first actual kiwi since bein here, it was good.) Everything here is still good. Every once in a while I find myself thinking of home, though. But I figure that is just part of all of this. Moving to a new country is a big adjustment, no matter who you are. The people here couldn't be any friendlier, though, so that's a positive thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, the baby was born last Friday. The whole ordeal was quite the interesting experience for me. After 5 hours at the gym (no joke, she's a work-out machine!), she started having pains and so shortly after we were on our way to the hospital. I was there until 3 in the morning, and while every one else stayed, it was decided that I should probably be taken home after getting queasy from the very small amount of blood from the IV. Yes, I just can't do blood. Or any thing of that kind of nature. But sometime after, we got a beautiful baby girl, at a whopping 8 lbs, 7 oz. and a nice full head of hair. Now, being in the picture business and all (before I left) I got to see a lot of new born babies, and they're not attractive creatures. But Ashlee is very cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the mom's and babies spend three days in a hospital after the fact. So I had the weekend, essentially to myself. Which I guess is a good thing, since the craziness will begin very shortly. I watched some T.V. and discovered that the shows aren't as behind as people think. Only a couple of months, instead of the years. I watched a Gilmore Girls that was from January. Maybe I will get to see the exciting upcoming episodes, after all. Since, you know, I am here to be watching T.V. - not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying having cats around, though. Although I did forget how much they shed... it would be unfortunate if I were allergic to cats. But lucky me, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how. I have things to do, and people to see, sort of. So I better get going. Hope everything is well for all of you, my friends and family. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I don't know what the title is about. I never know what to title these things any way. Go ahead, have a laugh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-7524755334163902678?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7524755334163902678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=7524755334163902678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7524755334163902678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7524755334163902678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-be-its-may.html' title='May-be it&apos;s May'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-4351708577497002341</id><published>2007-05-01T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:16:56.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures</title><content type='html'>Well I have been in New Zealand for close to a week now, so I suppose that I should write down something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane flight here was not so bad, but also not great or anything. The flight wasn't full so I ended up getting two seats instead of one. Major score right? I did manage to get some sleep, though somewhat fitful. The meals were, well, not good. It wasn't terrible, but I remember the food being so much better the last time we made the long flight... 6 years ago. Oh well, things change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 12.5 hour flight and customs (I got sniffed by a dog. weird.) I finally got to meet Tracey and Ian. They are both very nice people. The baby, theoretically, should be born in 9 days from today. So at the moment I am not really super busy. I did get to explore the actual city of Auckland yesterday. The land here is just so beautiful. The people all seem very friendly. And it's not quite the hustle-bustle of different places that I have seen in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things I have picked up on and learned in my short time here: the toilet, in-fact, does not flush the opposite direction of the toilets in America. Don't ask people where the Drugstore is, because they may very well ring up the police thinking that you are looking for actual drugs. Also, it's probably not a good idea to flash the peace sign, unless you want to say "screw you" to some one, which would not be MY intent. And there's many more things, I really just cannot recall though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving here is a bit crazy. At least compared to what I am used to. It's a bit like L.A.. This week I will be having a driving lesson and then actually be driving the car around. Strange. And apparently your American driver's license is good for a year in any foreign country. So that's marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's all I can think of for now. Looks like we have another day of rain here, which is just the beginning of rainy season, so I hear. Instead of heaps of snow for winter, I get puddles of water. Should be interesting, if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Laurel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-4351708577497002341?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4351708577497002341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=4351708577497002341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4351708577497002341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/4351708577497002341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/adventures.html' title='Adventures'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-7129044665917970758</id><published>2007-04-25T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:14:45.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to the U.S. of A.</title><content type='html'>So, here I am, just sitting in LAX. I am holding it together rather nicely, though, if I do say so myself. I just said goodbye to Aspen, and before we both started crying, we decided to seperate, since we were obviously both trying so hard not to cry. It's ok though, I'm sure once I get there, I'll have more than one good sob-fest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't nervous at all until Aspen and finally loaded the car and started making the drive to the wondrous land of Los Angeles. And after only a FEW wrong turns (we made our debut in an all - or predominantly - black community called Inglewood or, IngleHOOD as Aspen prefers to call it) we arrived at the Airport. Which, is probably the most confusing airport I have been in by a long shot.--Which then in turn makes me feel like a retard. I tried to get to where my flight was, and apparently it was actually Air India. They had the scanners for the backpacks, and the personal wavers out, the whole she-bang, but apparently that was only for people going to India, because they took it down... Hmm wonder what the reasoning behing that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego was great. Aspen took me to the beach one day. The three of us also explored a beautiful flower garden-type of place. There Were so many flowers! And we also did the sweet-pea maze, which was a good time for all-hah. I also went to the much drooled over by us Coloradoans, IN N' OUT Burger. It was as good as I remember. And Aspen wanted to go get donuts this morning because "they don't have donuts in New Zealand" -- please. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am I supposed I am going to take off. Do some classic people watching. Gigi and I used to play this game in airports trying to guess what people did as an occupation, or why they were traveling. Not as fun by oneself, but still fun to imagine up crazy scenarios.  Please keep in contact though. There are many of you who I did not get to talk to before I left, but you are all on my mind. Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-7129044665917970758?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7129044665917970758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=7129044665917970758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7129044665917970758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/7129044665917970758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye-to-us-of.html' title='Goodbye to the U.S. of A.'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-3643752770340520152</id><published>2007-04-12T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:12:50.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy ho - to New Zealand I go...</title><content type='html'>So I guess it is &lt;strong&gt;PAST&lt;/strong&gt; time for me to write a new one of these things. Or so I have been informed- thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had almost a month off now, and have accomplished many things. (hah) I had a lovely visit to see my Dad, and even got to see some old high school friends, which is always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mostly, it's just interesting to see the different ways that we have all changed. But I saw no changes that were for the worst... so that's always a positive thing, I guess. Also I have gotten to visit with my mother as well. It always amazes me to come home to a small town after being in the city for two and a half years. It is so dark here at night. You can actually SEE most of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smog. Except for the people burning, but that doesn't REALLY count now does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it mostly just seems &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I won't be seeing my family for about a year, more than likely anyway. Maybe it hasn't realllly hit me yet. And that's probably the case. Maybe it's strange that I am not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I depart various locations and different peoples, but there are probably a couple explanations for that. One being that, well, this is MY &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am excited about it. And while I will definitely miss a lot of people, thanks to modern technology, I have the ability to keep in contact MUCH easier than days before. (geeze, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stone age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, how did people live before e-mail... hah just kidding) Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well early next week I will board the first of the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; planes that I will be on. Well, I guess it's not &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; planes, but I don't fly that often, so it seems like it..? I don't know. I am pretty excited though. Time sure has gone by fast, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.. I don't know really what else to tell you people. I gave you Laurel's life in a nutshell basically, so I am at a loss for words? Are you shocked? Yeah, me either. So yeah, that's my cue to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-3643752770340520152?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3643752770340520152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=3643752770340520152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3643752770340520152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/3643752770340520152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/howdy-ho-to-new-zealand-i-go.html' title='howdy ho - to New Zealand I go...'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768649741325791951.post-589521688970121289</id><published>2007-03-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:36:17.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first one!</title><content type='html'>Well Wow, I feel like such a nerd. This morning I was unable to sleep. I was looking around at Aspen and my Dad's blogs, and the thought occured to me to make my own. Why? I don't really know. But here I am, typing away at the buttcrack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my second to last day of work at Kiddie Kandids. This job was the first job that I have actually enjoyed doing, since moving to Denver, and I have bittersweet feelings about moving on. However, I am going on to bigger and better things. I mean, who wouldn't go to New Zealand? No, that's not an opporitunity that I am going to pass up, unfortunately for Kiddie Kandids. It is very hard to pack up my stuff right now. Or maybe I'm just lazy? No, not really. There is just not much that I can do before the actual time when I will be leaving Denver. Since I don't have much stuff anyway (ahhem) there's not much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "You have to recognize when the right place and the right time fuse and take advantage of that opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         There are plenty of opportunities out there. You can't sit back and wait."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         -Ellen Metcalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to run again. And getting back into it is the hardest part. Waking up in the morning and thinking... brr it's cold this morning... is not motivating. But I'll take Felix. He's my motivator. Hah! Well, really my muscles are just really sore, but that's part of it right! (When you're as out of shape as I am... How did it happen? Oh wait, it's cause I stopped exercising in the first place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Speaking of running, I suppose I might get up and go now. Even though it is colder this morning. Oh well... carpe diem! Or something like that. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768649741325791951-589521688970121289?l=laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/589521688970121289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768649741325791951&amp;postID=589521688970121289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/589521688970121289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768649741325791951/posts/default/589521688970121289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelsamazingthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-very-first-one.html' title='My very first one!'/><author><name>Laurel Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00307174251886570258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-u0alkJcshU/S2PGxu8DdmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/H0nJQlVhFMw/S220/DSC03357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
