<?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-9292532</id><updated>2012-02-06T08:14:53.756-06:00</updated><category term='Fall'/><title type='text'>I'm not promising anything....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-6088249740249113351</id><published>2008-02-21T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:19:36.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"not suicidal, just overwhelmed"</title><content type='html'>So I was procrastinating studying and decided to check my blog. I saw a comment that was written on my last post, that made me realize it really has been forever since I've posted. So I decided to catch everyone (if anyone) who reads this blog up with my oh so exciting life...so what has been up with me...school is going great. I am in the middle of my second year of pharmacy school at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samford&lt;/span&gt;, and I love it. It is harder than anything I've ever done in my life. I study more than I sleep, but it is very rewarding and even fun at times. I moved out of my apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;southside&lt;/span&gt; and am now in a house with some of my classmates (4 other girls and two dogs to be exact). When I tell people this sometimes they freak out; FIVE girls in one house. How do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; get along with all that estrogen? And honestly, I haven't ever experienced much else. I mean, that's what I grew up with. For 18 years of my life I lived with my mom, three sisters, and numerous cats (most of which were female).  I absolutely love not being in an apartment. It is so nice to come home to a real house after a long day. Every now and again I do miss living by myself, but for the most part, I enjoy having housemates. I am still working like a crazy person; I am still singing at Trinity, working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; on my breaks from school, working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walgreens during school&lt;/span&gt;, and have recently started doing a lot of babysitting. It makes for a pretty hectic schedule, but hey, that's what I thrive in. I'm also dating a wonderful guy. He's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yankee&lt;/span&gt;, so it makes for some interesting times, but it's great. Overall, life is amazing. When I started college I would have never guessed that at 25 my life would be where it is now, but honestly I wouldn't want it any other way. I have found out more about myself than I ever thought possible and am constantly discovering more of the person that I want to become. This past year, while difficult, has been a complete blessing, and I thank God everyday for what I have in my life and what I see ahead in my future...now I am going to try and post more often, so I will give you a short recap of this year so far...January we were out of classes, I had my second rotation for school (paying tuition to work for free, not  that cool). I as placed at a small hospital in Birmingham. It was so different from the atmosphere that I am used to at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; and reminded me a lot of my time at Baptist in Jackson. I learned a lot and enjoyed it, for the most part. I have always thought that it is important to get different perspectives on everything, and working at a smaller hospital where things are done so differently really allowed me to see new things, and appreciate other things that I may take for granted at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; (where I have been for the past 5 years). Classes started up shortly after I finished the rotation this past month, and people were not lying when they said that this would be my hardest semester. We are about one month into the classes and I am completely overwhelmed. I am learning a lot, but sometimes I just feel like it is too much. I have a lot of friends (in addition to my parents) that have already graduated and are working as pharmacists, and I love their support. They all tell me that I WILL get through it and it will be all worth it in the end. I look at them as examples and know that they are right and I will survive the next years ahead of me. Yesterday was our first test of the semester, MED CHEM. While I was always good at chemistry in undergrad, med chem is a horse of a different color. Maybe it's the teachers, maybe it's the vast amount of seemingly useless information, or maybe again, it's just the teachers, but this class is truly my downfall. I studied it for countless hours and after taking the test just wanted to shoot myself, but I have learned that I just have to keep working and move to the next test. Next week, infectious disease, a class I enjoy. One of the reasons I enjoy this one so much is that I can see it's application when I work at the hospital. When I can sit in class and learn about a treatment for a certain bug and then a little light goes off and i remember, "oh yeah, that's what that patient had, and hey, that's how it was treated, and it workd!" It really reminds me of why I am doing all of this hard work. I can't wait to graduate and do this everyday!....okay, now it's late and I have class t/m morning, so I probably should go to sleep. I will try to post again next week, maybe even get back into my old habit of posting more regularly. Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-6088249740249113351?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/6088249740249113351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=6088249740249113351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/6088249740249113351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/6088249740249113351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-suicidal-just-overwhelmed.html' title='&quot;not suicidal, just overwhelmed&quot;'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-329164263821552084</id><published>2007-06-14T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:02:21.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good</title><content type='html'>I never have been able to understand how people can rationalize that God does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, seriously, there is no possible way that everything in our lives could happen the way it does without some type of outside influence. Think about it...Go back to a time in your life when you thought that your life was over. When you felt that there was no way that anything would ever be good again. Whether it was a bad break up, a family crisis, or a major disappointment, we have all had at least one (or in my case all three!). And it never fails, we always think that it is the end of the world, but then something, some how takes that horrible event that you never thought you would get over and turns it into one of the best things ever. The break up that shows you your true friends, the family crisis that teaches you that you have more strength than you ever thought, or that huge disappointment that actually allows you to reevaluate your life and dreams, realizing that maybe what you thought you wanted was not at all what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that there is no way these things "just happen." And while we can never see it at the time that we are going through our valleys, deep down we should remember that it will all work out because someone up there has our back. Isn't it a great feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-329164263821552084?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/329164263821552084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=329164263821552084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/329164263821552084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/329164263821552084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-good.html' title='life is good'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-2378643130036255704</id><published>2007-03-09T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:38:27.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite fairy tale....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "Will you marry me?"The girl said "No" and she lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis with friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags, stayed skinny, and was never farted on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;The End.&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/9292532-2378643130036255704?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/2378643130036255704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=2378643130036255704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/2378643130036255704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/2378643130036255704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-favorite-fairy-tale.html' title='My new favorite fairy tale....'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-1205179383610642686</id><published>2006-11-07T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:23:51.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my study schedule!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SATURDAY 5 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUNDAY 7 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY 10 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY 9 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND  I STILL AM NOT READY FOR MY TEST T/M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHARMACY SCHOOL ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-1205179383610642686?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/1205179383610642686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=1205179383610642686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/1205179383610642686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/1205179383610642686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-study-schedule.html' title='my study schedule!!!'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-631451105423393416</id><published>2006-10-17T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:33:00.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh....I can't believe it is the middle of October.  The time is flying by very fast.  I am half way through my first semester!!! I am sorry that I do not post very often, but I am so busy it makes my days as a music major feel like preschool.  But I am loving every minute! I have made some great friends and know that I will make plenty more.  I study more than I sleep, or at least that is how it seems most of the time.  But, I love it, and I would not trade it for anything!!! So now, my last night of fall break, I am going to go read some biochemistry to prepare for tomorrow's class!!! Good night to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-631451105423393416?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/631451105423393416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=631451105423393416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/631451105423393416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/631451105423393416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-7663029957337967973</id><published>2006-10-04T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:56:08.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a test to see if my bloglines works. I will post soon, pormise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-7663029957337967973?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/7663029957337967973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=7663029957337967973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/7663029957337967973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/7663029957337967973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-test-to-see-if-my-bloglines.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-8413938348758417399</id><published>2006-09-16T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:22:46.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Lord for allowing Auburn to win today!!!! Because if they had not, I probably would have had to scrape Charles off of the concrete sidewalk outside of my apartment window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;WAR EAGLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;AMEN.&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/9292532-8413938348758417399?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/8413938348758417399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=8413938348758417399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/8413938348758417399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/8413938348758417399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-lord-for-allowing-auburn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-8016192136090583394</id><published>2006-09-15T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:36:09.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>6 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>sounds exciting, right? Six days until what you may ask. My first physiology test!!! I am trying to be a good little pharmacy student and start studying this weekend. I finished ch. 5 and now only have ch. 6 and ch. 8 left. I really like the way that my tablet pc (Moses) is allowing me to compile my notes all in one place. He also came with a program OneNote that is awesome at making a sort of 'study guide,' and I am actually enjoying putting it all together. This makes me a complete loser, I know. I really should get back to work, so that tomorrow I can watch all the great football on tv, but I have developed a slight headache (cephalalgia) from the studying that I have done. So this blog was meant only as a break, not at all as procrastination. (Yeah right!) Okay, okay back to studying. Have a great weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, update:&lt;br /&gt;My surgery went well. But I didn't get to keep my stone; it was sent off to pathology, which is kinda scary sounding. I went to class Tuesday morning against Charles' wishes and was able to slightly pay attention. I am off the pain meds and have a follow up appointment next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-8016192136090583394?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/8016192136090583394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=8016192136090583394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/8016192136090583394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/8016192136090583394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/6-days-and-counting.html' title='6 days and counting...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-3548272980206614302</id><published>2006-09-10T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:54:25.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manning vs. Manning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2804/1134/1600/manningvsmanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2804/1134/400/manningvsmanning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know that I should be studying right now (and I am reading physiology during commercial breaks), but I also know the importance of watching history on television. Yes, Manning vs. Manning, the first game ever in the history of NFL for two quarterback brothers to start against each other. And this game also hits home because of Charles' and my unwavering faithfulness to our two brothers. Charles, a devout Peyton fan, and myself,  obviously in love with Eli Manning (after all ,we did go to college together), are trying to control our intense rivalry on my couch. It is going to be a great game, but now I must go because Eli, my love, is about to start. Go Giants!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-3548272980206614302?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/3548272980206614302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=3548272980206614302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/3548272980206614302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/3548272980206614302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/manning-vs-manning.html' title='Manning vs. Manning'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-4470744982501419822</id><published>2006-09-08T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:38:52.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>week two, rocky one</title><content type='html'>I finished this week on a not so wonderful note. For those of you who I talk to regularly, you know that I am currently a medical marvel. Well, kinda. I have a lovely salivary stone in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sublingual&lt;/span&gt; gland, which in it self is not that uncommon. But I was informed yesterday that I have an abnormally large salivary stone that is unusually far forward in my salivary duct. Fun yes, I can hardly contain myself. And so today, at my third doctors visit in two days, I was informed that I would be having surgery on Monday to extract my little friend. Yes, the doctor said Monday. So I am currently thrilled to pieces at the thought of spending what will be the second day of my third week of pharmacy school, drugged up, in class. Yes I know that this is minor surgery, but the wonderful doctor will still be slicing open the floor of my mouth to remove a 1.5cm by .5cm (roughly) calcified stone out of mouth. Needless to say I will probably be on some form of pain killer Tuesday morning at 8am when I am in class. Because, yes, I am not letting my little friend make me miss a night of studying and a day of class, not much could do that. So to you all, chew your food carefully and thank God for you active flow of spit. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-4470744982501419822?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/4470744982501419822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=4470744982501419822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/4470744982501419822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/4470744982501419822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-two-rocky-end.html' title='week two, rocky one'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115733582965701431</id><published>2006-09-03T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:10:29.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermostat or thermometer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/thermometer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/thermometer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are you? Today in church this analogy was presented and I really liked it. How do you respond when things get 'hot' or times get bad. Do you simply reflect the conditions around you, by acting like a thermometer, or do you respond internally to the conditions and adapt? This really struck home with me as I start my next week of pharmacy school. Last week was overwhelming, and I am pretty sure that this one is going to be the same (especially since my calendar is more full than the previous week). So how will I respond to the challenge of studying, attending meetings, rehearsals, and finding down time? Will I simply get more stressed as each task is added to my schedule and end up reflecting my hectic schedule like a thermometer, or will I adapt and be proactive like a thermostat, prioritzing and asking for help from others and God, knowing that if I stress it will only make things worse? I hope I can be like the thermostat. That is my goal for this week. I hope everyone enjoys their Labor Day off, please remember us poor Samford students stuck in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115733582965701431?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115733582965701431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115733582965701431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115733582965701431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115733582965701431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/thermostat-or-thermometer.html' title='Thermostat or thermometer?'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115716738436618633</id><published>2006-09-01T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:23:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...I love Fridays!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I got out of class at 11 am, which was wonderful, and that is how all Fridays will be!!! As I was leaving the beautiful campus of Samfrod today I thought to myself, "I have completed my first week of pharmacy school. Now, just 143 weeks left (roughly)." Don't get me wrong, I am not starting to count down the weeks yet. But it is exciting to know that I have finally started on the journey that I have wanted to start for so long. So my first week, a recap: Pharmacy school is exhausting, well at least this week was. It is going to be a lot of work (I already knew this, it was just reinforced this week). I enjoy class!!! Yes, it is a lot of information and work, but I know that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I finished scanning in my other 1100+ page book (yea!!!), and then Charles and I spent the evening running errands (aka. shopping). Now we are sitting, watching TV, and thanking God that I am allowed a study free night. I figured I'll start back up t/m, but tonight.....REST.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone else's school has started well, and that it continues to go well. And if you feel discouraged during the week, just remembering one thing should lift your spirits....FOOTBALL SEASON IS HERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So everyone enjoy your weekend, watch some football, and try not to study too much! (that last one was for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAR EAGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;GO BLAZERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and above all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTTY TODDY&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/9292532-115716738436618633?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115716738436618633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115716738436618633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115716738436618633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115716738436618633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhhi-love-fridays.html' title='Ahhh...I love Fridays!!!'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115691043628820192</id><published>2006-08-29T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:00:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two New Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, my second day in pharmacy school, two things really caught my attention. One was a suggestion from a professor. She reminded my class that our emails reflected ourselves. I know that I am one of the worst people when it comes to basic grammar and sentence structure in emails and in my blogs. So I am going to strive now to write my blogs using complete sentences from now on. This also may make reading my blogs, less like listening to my brain ramble and more like, well, correct English. (note: this does not mean I want people to critique my grammar)&lt;br /&gt;My second lesson learned was that you never know who is reading your blog. I had begun to think that no one other than Dr. Copeland and my mother read my blog, but today I was very surprised to find out that one of my fellow classmates had read it. I was explaining how I use Moses (my tablet PC) to some new friends and one of them said, "Hey, I think I read your blog" I was completely shocked and taken back. He made the connection because I mentioned MSOP and how I loved Moses (again, my tablet's name). It really made me realize that you never know who is reading what you are posting on your blog. This emphasized my first lesson even further.&lt;br /&gt;So far classes are going well. I am only slightly overwhelmed. I have my first test t/m on medical terminology, and I have been studying all night. Now I need to do some work for my Biochem class, and then I will be heading off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all reading this have a great day t/m. Remember me at 1:00 (that is when I take my test)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115691043628820192?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115691043628820192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115691043628820192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115691043628820192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115691043628820192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-new-lessons.html' title='Two New Lessons'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115662668961353445</id><published>2006-08-26T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:11:29.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh....my brain may just be fried...all day long i have been scanning in y physiology book, it's a big book, not as big as my biochem but still big...and i just finished...yea!!!!it only took me about 9 hours, pretty good i guess...but it is nice to have one book done...my goal is one more today ad then the big one sunday...while scanning i am trying to study some but it is kind of a challenge, so i took a break for awhile and watched bambi while scanning, it was nice, made me feel like i was 6 again, i like flower, he is my favorite....this week was also orientation, it was really good...i was surprised to see how tried i was after 2 days of listening to instructions and meeting as many people as i could...but i can tell that it is going to be a great year, a very hard year, but a great one....now, a snack before i start on book #2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115662668961353445?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115662668961353445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115662668961353445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115662668961353445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115662668961353445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115611151648922722</id><published>2006-08-20T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:05:16.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahhh, a break...i just needed to give my brain a break from studying my medical terminlogy....i have been at it almost the entire afternoon and need a breather....hopefully charles will be done with auditions soon and will call me to go get dinner...if not my brain may just explode....a few fun words i have learned that i feel i sould share with you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enucleation&lt;/strong&gt; (ee noo klee AY shun)--excision of the eyeball from the socket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;polydipsia&lt;/strong&gt; (PALL ee DIP see ah)--abnormal state of excessive thirst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exophthalmos&lt;/strong&gt; (eks off THAL mohs)--abnormal protrusion of the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phlebectomy&lt;/strong&gt; (fleh BEK ph mee)--excision (surgical removal) of a vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poikilocytosis&lt;/strong&gt; (Poy kih loh sigh TOH siss)--large irregularly shaped red blood cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;splenomegaly&lt;/strong&gt; (splee noh MEG ah lee)--abnormal enlargement of the spleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cholelithiasis&lt;/strong&gt; (koh LEH lith EYE ah siss)-- generalized codition of gallstones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more to follow in the future....&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/9292532-115611151648922722?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115584185381567285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115584185381567285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115584185381567285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115584185381567285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/08/delia-charests-facebook-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115568753050134660</id><published>2006-08-15T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:18:50.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dr. Copeland would be proud....I am sitting on my couch watching gilmore girls and scanning in my medical terminology book into my beautiful tablet, moses (that's his name)....I'm hoping that by scanning my book in it will encourage me to study, I hope it works...I got my school schedule the other day and it is very intense, but I am excited!!! it is going to be a tough year but a great one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115568753050134660?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115413841839903083</id><published>2006-07-28T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:01:31.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, wonderful days still exist, and today was one of them...this morning i got to work to find that what i was supposed to do, I wasn't need for...So I picked a pharmacist I wanted to shadow....So I helped out in the micu today and learned a lot, and had a really great day...I also got off of work next Friday night so that I can go to a rehearsal dinner that I really wanted to attend....then after a great day at work I set off to walk home, which was fine since Charles has picked me up for the last two weeks...but I got outside of the hospital, about to start walking home and Charles surprises me!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WITH ROSES&lt;/span&gt;!!!! then we went and he bought groceries to cook me an amazing dinner of shrimp stir-fry and strawberries...then home to relax and watch my new favorite movie "just like heaven" (great movie, great lessons)...now I am procrastinating bed time by watching the Braves vs Mets with my Charley....the only thing that would make the day better would be not having to work tomorrow, but only one more week of full time, then it is study time....So to all of you out there, I hope you have a wonderful weekend, may it be half as wonderful as my day today was...love you all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115413841839903083?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115378477561309149</id><published>2006-07-24T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:46:15.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;i ran 3/4 of a mile....at one time....without stopping....&lt;/span&gt;and it is getting easier.....i am so excited....maybe soon ill be able to say "i'm going running" and really run the entire time with no walking....my goal right now is 1 mile....maybe by next week....that would be awesome....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115369526533289507</id><published>2006-07-23T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:54:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahhh, a nice Sunday afternoon....I was able to take a very much needed hours nap, and then up and a'tm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;charles left for work around 330 and ever since I have been trying to get caught up with all the lovely 'stuff' that must get done before the start of classes...I have been filling out deferment forms, searching forbearance options, and finishing up my immunization stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;I found out last week that I would be able to defer my government loans, but my personal loans are not eledgible....translation "way too much money each month that I am not going to have"....right now it is my personal loans that I am struggling to pay and since I can not defer them I will have to continue to pay (more money that you want to know) each month while I am in pharmacy school (already paying out my butt for tuition)...so I am looking at forbearance options, but they look really difficult to get, and they only last a max of 12months, so I am slowly starting to stress...I don't want to work, but I may not have much of an option....I wish there was a way I could make a quick 50k that sure would make things easier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh well I'll just deal one day at a time, not much else I can do....I also spent a bit of the afternoon studying, ah yes, trying to get back into my good study habits is proving to be a little harder than I thought, but I am making it....we have a medical terminology test the first day of school, so I am trying to cram all this in my head (800+ pages of medical jargon) but it is pretty interesting, and it is helping me understand so much more at work....It really is like learning a complete new language, kinda cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday we went to number 4 of the 9 weddings for the summer, it was sarah's and was very pretty....I am so happy for all of my friends (and Charles') that are getting married, best of luck to them all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well I guess I need to get up and become productive again, my kitchen smells like the meatloaf I made for lunch so I'll probably tackle that first...later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/9292532-115369526533289507?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115369526533289507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115369526533289507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115369526533289507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115369526533289507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhh-nice-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115336192379557891</id><published>2006-07-19T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:18:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay update....work, work, work, work....that is all i have done since being back in birmingham...yesterday i met my momma in meridian to get my new car!!! it is so cute, it is actually my mom's old car, but it is new and very very nice to me....but that is pretty much the update, ill post a picture soon....and ill write about all the fun and stress getting ready for pharmacy school on saturday, that is my next day off, and i cannot wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115336192379557891?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115336192379557891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115336192379557891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115336192379557891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115336192379557891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-update.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115231368525620040</id><published>2006-07-07T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:08:05.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/summer%202006%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/summer%202006%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/summer%202006%20165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/summer%202006%20165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/summer%202006%20163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/summer%202006%20163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Well that's it...my poor little car...isn't it sad... poor Betty...&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/9292532-115231368525620040?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115231368525620040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115231368525620040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115231368525620040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115231368525620040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115224905482038736</id><published>2006-07-06T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:10:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, what a day....I am finally at home, sitting on my mother's new couch watching Charley sleep, and finally fixing my ipod....and my thought "THANK YOU GOD, I AM SOOO BLESSED" an event this afternoon has really put everything into perspective...today on the way home to jackson, at about 4:45pm, in the pouring rain outside of meridain mississippi, charles and myself almost died...we were in a bad wreck, but thankfully we were both completely unharmed (well except for a scratch on charley's arm)...we hit a water pocket and spun out of control, across a lane of traffic, stopping only because we hit a rather sturdy tree...our tail end spun out so thankfully we went down the ditch tail first, if it was the other way around we would be in a hospital somewhere, if we were lucky....it was one of the weirdest feelings in the world...as we spun, charles was amazingly calm, just saying "brace yourself" and we did, holding on to each other, i just closed my eyes and hoped for the best...i had a flash back to high school when i spun out in the snow and just stopped on the side of the road completely fine, that is what i remembered this time and i thought "please let that happen again....i am so not ready to die" there is so much in my life, so many dreams and aspirations that i have not accomplished, this makes me realize that each of those is a gift, i will be so extremely grateful to complete them all now...Also there are so many people in my life that i am thankful for, people that i know at times i take for granted...i can not even begin to make a list of all my family, friends, mentors, and even some people that i have not yet met that have influenced me and my life....to all of you (pretty much anyone readying this)....thank you, thank you....i love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps pretty sure my car is totaled....will post pictures and update soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115224905482038736?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115212445642310567</id><published>2006-07-05T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:34:20.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I am slowly getting the hang of my new toy...but as it usualy goes something isn't working...my ipod is completely wigging out...the screen is flashing the apple logo &amp; it won't stop... I have tried everything that the apple website suggests but nothing seems to do the trick... My computer doesn't recognize my ipod and therefore I am not able to update or restore the little buger.. think that my only option left is to just send it in to apple... so please if anyone knows or has a suggestion of how I can fix it, please please, please help me. . . other than that small crisis everything else is going well... Charles &amp; I are going home to Jackson this weekend &amp;amp; I am so pumped! I haven't been home in so long; am very excited about seeing my family &amp; doing some shopping with my Charley!! It is going to be awesome ...As far as work is gong, well it is going... same usual stuff, but i am getting to observe some pharmacists occasionally &amp;amp; that is always exciting!! Hmm... what else, I have already been studying for my first test of pharmacy school  is a medical terminology test &amp; it is very extensive... but it is neat learning alot of the diseare states &amp;amp; stuff, infact Ishould probably be doing that now...I will try to blog mores tarting now so you will all be updated as I get ready to start Pharmacy school... I AM Sooo Pumped!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115212445642310567?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115212445642310567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115212445642310567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115212445642310567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115212445642310567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-i-am-slowly-getting-hang-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115181509200847308</id><published>2006-07-01T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:38:12.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is my first official post using my new tablet pc!!! I am still trying to work out the kinks &amp;  don't have everything loaded yet... But i can tell it is going to be awesome... as far as this holiday weekend, I am here working. .. yuck. but its okay b/c  am going home to Jackson very soon! I will write move when i get used to this whole tablet thing... until then I Love you All...Good Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115181509200847308?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115181509200847308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115181509200847308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115181509200847308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115181509200847308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-first-official-post-using.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-115102457150439431</id><published>2006-06-22T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:02:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, yeah...I know it has been forever since I have posted, but yah know it is a little difficult when you don't have a computer....Yap I haven't had a computer since before NYC (that is the beginning of may)...But I have finally been whinny enough to get one (I know that is hard to believe) so as soon as my new tablet PC comes and I get it set up, I promise that I will start blogging again....Now I should get back to work...Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy TWO YEARS for me and Charley!!! (it was last Saturday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-115102457150439431?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/115102457150439431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=115102457150439431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115102457150439431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/115102457150439431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-114597942191600216</id><published>2006-04-25T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:37:01.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so did I miss that one day in school when they actually explained what being an adult is, because as I am beginning to tackle my life as an adult I am quickly realizing that it is not all I expected it to be, and I am quite sure that if I had been properly informed of what my 'grownup life' was going to be like, well I wouldn't have let myself grow up...Perhaps it is just all a big conspiracy, when we are kids the adults don't fully tell us what it is going to be like all grown up...We see them with their cars, nice houses, jobs, complete independence, and are intrigued and excited about being an adult...I can not remember a time when I was told "Delia, when you are an adult, you will be stressed even when you have nothing to do, especially when you have nothing to do (like a job)...Many things that were fun for you when you were little (like taking trips) will have the fun sucked out because you will have to deal with...Money" ya know I think that that is what it all boils down to, money...That is why it is not fun being an adult, you must worry 'how will I pay for this and that', 'what is my credit score', and 'will I be able to provide for my children'....So my solution, why cant we just get away from this whole money thing and just share, like children....People share with people, countries share with other countries....If we all just share then everything would be so much better, so I encourage you all revert to you days in the sand box....Wouldn't life be so much better if the world was just a great big sand box...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-114597942191600216?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/114597942191600216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=114597942191600216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114597942191600216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114597942191600216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-so-did-i-miss-that-one-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-114471008582306526</id><published>2006-04-10T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:01:25.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to the upcoming season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="qt0204487"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: John? I need to see you right away. It's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: [Walking into Jeremy's office] What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: [sighs] We got three big weeks ahead of us. It's wedding season, kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: You sandbaggin' son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: I've got us down for 17 of them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: Okay, now how many of them have cash bars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: Great question. I like where your head's at and two of them actually are, but I got us covered: Purple hearts. We won't have to pay for a drink all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, yeah. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: We are gonna have tons and tons of oppotunities to meet gorgeous ladies that so aroused at the thought of marriage that they'll throw their inhibitions to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: And who will be there to catch them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: Grab that net and catch that beautiful butterfly, pal! &lt;a href="http://deliaspics.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-you-like-better-christmas-or.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you like better, Christmas or Wedding Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Jeremy raises his hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: Mr. Grey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000681/"&gt;Jeremy Grey&lt;/a&gt;: Yes. The answer would be, um, Wedding Season? [shimmy-shakes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005562/"&gt;John Beckwith&lt;/a&gt;: Bingo! I'm gonna get my suit. Now who are we this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-114471008582306526?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/114471008582306526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=114471008582306526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114471008582306526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114471008582306526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/04/tribute-to-upcoming-season.html' title='a tribute to the upcoming season'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-114451970533902562</id><published>2006-04-08T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:08:25.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog...new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;well i am alive, i know i haven't written in a while but a lot has happened....i moved back to Birmingham last week and have been internetless since, i finally got it all fixed today after being on the phone for over an hour with tech support....but the important thing is that i can now have contact with the online world again (which is nice since i am still in online classes)...so now i sit in my new beautiful living room with dixie and belle and a lovely case of bronchitis, waiting on the men from lowes to deliver my washer and dryer!!! so those are pretty much the big updates: starting pharmacy school in august and living in birmingham now...next week i am going to UAB to fill out the paper work to restart my job there, i have really enjoyed my time no get reacquainted but i am anxious to start working and making money...since i have been back it has been wonderful, charles and i have gotten to spend so much time together catching up and reaquainting ourselves with each other and our relationship, we are both so happy that i am back and my normal self again....i am starting to get to know some charles's new friends and hope that soon they will not just be my friends 'thorough' charles, but actually my friends...i have had the opportunity to sit in on some rehearsals with concert choir working on the mozart that we are performing in new york and that has been wonderful, i missed singing so much and love that i am getting the chance to do some now, i also had a voice lesson last week, it was nice to know i haven't lost everything that i worked for by not singing for 8 months, i also just starting singing at mountain brook baptist church and so far i really enjoy the people and the church...all in all things are awesome....i am very happy and very content which is something that i haven't been able to say in a very long time...hopefully my new good spirits will cause me to blog a little more (for i know i have been bad lately) to keep everyone up-to-date with everything that is happening....Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me in this difficult transition, it really has meant the world to me, i love you all!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-114451970533902562?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/114451970533902562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=114451970533902562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114451970533902562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114451970533902562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-blognew-start.html' title='new blog...new start'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-114260775770417550</id><published>2006-03-17T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:02:38.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I AM GOING TO BE A PHARMACIST!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;yep, thats right, i know i havent blogged alot this year through my process of applying but the process is over, and i am going to samford!!!!!!!!! i am so pumped....and so now, today what am i going to do to celebrate....PACK, why....I AM MOVING BACK TO BIRMINGHAM T/M!!!!!!!!! its like my life is finally beginning to take shape.....the world is finally a happy place again!!! thank you to everyone for all of your support thoughout all this stuff, i love you all.....i love everyone (especially my family and awesome charley!!!)&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/9292532-114260775770417550?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/114260775770417550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=114260775770417550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114260775770417550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114260775770417550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-going-to-be-pharmacist-yep-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-114106184816113631</id><published>2006-02-27T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:37:28.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, things are really starting to fall into place, and it is nice, but at the same time i am feeling things that i havent felt since my senior year in hs...you know, when you were a senior and all you wanted to do was get out of your house and be off on your own, well its like that, but a little worse b/c i miss my charley more than anything else ever, this long distance thing is horrible....okay okay, time to be positive, this blog is not going to be depressing....&lt;strong&gt;BIG NEWS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i have my interview at samford this thursday!!! yea!!! so i will be in b-ham from thursday to monday!!!! its is going to be awesome, i am so excited...but there are other things that i will be doing besides my interview and spending time with the most amazing man in the world (charles), i will also be looking for a job, why a job you might ask....well thats the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bigger news!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i am moving back!!! i will be back in b-ham for good in less than one month!!!  yes you heard me, i will be back very soon....i already have a cute little apartment (very little)  and i will be moving my big stuff in about three weeks with myself to follow shortly after, so by the time UAB has there spring break i will be living in homewood again!!! and can spend all the time with my charley as i want to...i am so excited, now i just have to get into pharmacy school!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-114106184816113631?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/114106184816113631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=114106184816113631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114106184816113631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/114106184816113631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-things-are-really-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113972330284538704</id><published>2006-02-11T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:49:06.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>luckiest girl in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;few females are as lucky as i....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;you may ask why i am so lucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;the answer is simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am in love with and loved by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://charles1184.blogspot.com/"&gt;A BARITONE!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9292532-113972330284538704?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113972330284538704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113972330284538704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113972330284538704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113972330284538704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/02/luckiest-girl-in-world.html' title='luckiest girl in the world'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113738892502479802</id><published>2006-01-15T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:27:05.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, do i remember how this thing works?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry it has been so long since I have posted, but well, honestly, working is taking it out of me…I never realized what working full time actually was…it feels like you are in this cycle that never changes, yah know that movie office space, well that’s kinda what its like…well not really, I do enjoy my job, the people I work with, and feel fulfilled like I do some good…but it is still this cycle, its just really different from being in school…I miss school so much and want to be back…well why don’t I give you an update first…Christmas was wonderful (except for having to work) I got to spend the week before Christmas with Charles and his family (for those of you who don’t know, Charles had surgery over Christmas and I helped nurse him back to help) and since then I have just been working….hmmm lets see, momma and I have started to get on the healthy lifestyle, she has lost 8 pounds and I have lost about 4, we are trying to keep each other motivated, its kinda fun (well except all the salad)…oh yeah, my applications to pharmacy school are in and being reviewed, I hope to hear from Samford soon about an interview, and as soon as I hear something I will let you all know, I am saving like a fool for school (well when I can kick my shopping addiction, which I believe I have) and I just want to be back in Birmingham…I hope all is well there...I will try to post again soon, maybe something exciting will happen in my life worth sharing with the world!!! (check my picture blog, for some up to date photos)…Love you and miss you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-113738892502479802?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113738892502479802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113738892502479802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113738892502479802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113738892502479802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-lets-see-if-i-r.html' title='okay, do i remember how this thing works?'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113354925673903660</id><published>2005-12-02T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:47:38.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another one? ugh, 23...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;my first birthday in the 'real world' and its not cool....i miss the days of parties and candles, this year, the highlight of my birthday is work!!! yeah, im working today, t/m and sunday...i think the worst part is that i wont be able to see charley on my birthday :( but i saw him last weekend, and celebrated then with my parents, it was very nice...so today is just another day, is this what it is like when you grow up, nothing to look forward to, no special days? if so i would like to propose an alternative to growing up, i want to grow down, so that is my plan...this year is the last year that i am going to do the traditional 'birthday'....one year from today we will all get together and celebrate my 22 birthday, i am reversing the process...hope that everyone has a great day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-113354925673903660?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113354925673903660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113354925673903660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113354925673903660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113354925673903660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-one-ugh-23.html' title='another one? ugh, 23...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113327951230477597</id><published>2005-11-29T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:51:52.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;so my thanksgiving break was wonderful, i worked until thursday then had the weekend off to spend with my family and charley, he came to me and we had a great time...it was also very nice to have all of my sisters in the house at once-we had a great time when we werent fighting ;) especially friday...now i am back in the 'real' world, two more weeks of classes and still working...i am just ready for my next holiday week...christmas, i am off for an entire week...it is going to be absolutely wonderful, i am going to decatur and i am so excited!!! this time of the year i actually am missing the craziness that is real exam week and a sudden increase in working, it makes it feel like christmas, here, yes i will have an exam week, but work will stay the same, hopefully i can decorate the house to compensate for my usual christmas routine, but i do think that it will be nice to be home for christmas...i love the holidays!!! &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/9292532-113327951230477597?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113327951230477597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113327951230477597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113327951230477597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113327951230477597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-my-thanksgiving-break-was-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113276259967079181</id><published>2005-11-23T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:16:39.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldn't it be nice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Cinderella!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Cinderella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dignified and hard working. With a gentle and soft-spoken manner you have something many people don't. Patience. Even through the moments of heartbreak you're still able to hold onto all of your hopes and dreams. Bide your time; your dream will come true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-113276259967079181?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113276259967079181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113276259967079181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113276259967079181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113276259967079181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='wouldn&apos;t it be nice....'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113268459221297218</id><published>2005-11-22T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:37:20.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my new pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9cGVuZ3Vpbi5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ZWI3YzkxJmNuPXNoaXJsZXkmYW49ZGVsaWE="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9cGVuZ3Vpbi5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ZWI3YzkxJmNuPXNoaXJsZXkmYW49ZGVsaWE=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-113268459221297218?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113268459221297218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113268459221297218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113268459221297218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113268459221297218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-pet.html' title='my new pet'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113207631416567392</id><published>2005-11-15T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:38:34.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, okay, i am sorry i havent written in forever, but i have been so busy....life here is crazy busy, but i know that i am doing it to myself, and for a good reason...i am trying to get back to birmingham...i have been working one-two doubles each week to save money to move back....lets see what else...hmmm...i took my pcat, and it went okay i guess, i will probably find out later this week or next week what my score is, so keep your fingers crossed...i have been going to birmingham alot lately b/c charles has been so busy with all of his many commitments, including opera, which was this weekend, as many of you know, and i just want to take a second and praise what a wonderful job everyone did, watching everyone up there have fun made me miss performing so much, i wanted nothing else but to be up there with everyone else...but my charley, he was amazing, he is growing so much as a musician that everytime i hear him i am just taken back by his talent and dedication, it is a wonderful thing to watch, and i know he is just going to get better and better, charles you make me so proud....so the opera, that consumed a bunch of our time this weekend, but we also got to hang out with some friends, see my beautiful sister at her formal (i will post a picture on my other blog later), and i had the chance to meet with the dean of admissions to samford's pharmacy school, which went very well, and i left with a very positive feeling...i am so ready to be back in 'real' school, and evern more to be back in birmingham, i have just recently been trying to get a job back at uab at the beginning of next year so that i can move back then, i hate being away from 'my' home, my friends, and birmingham, i miss singing in a group, and enjoying my life, that is all i want back...just to wake up each day and smile...so please everyone if you can, shout out a little prayer that something opens up, i have decided that once i can get a job, i will be back....now i need to go clean the house, and then go to work...nine days until i see charley, he is coming her for thanksgiving, i am so excited!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-113207631416567392?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113207631416567392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113207631416567392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113207631416567392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113207631416567392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-okay-i-am-sorry-i-havent-written.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113203076049541385</id><published>2005-11-14T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:00:20.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can you do it???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&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/9292532-113203076049541385?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113203076049541385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113203076049541385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113203076049541385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113203076049541385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-do-it.html' title='can you do it???'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-113120468363878425</id><published>2005-11-05T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:31:23.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 79% Organization, 51% abstract, and 54% extroverted! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;b&gt;organized&lt;/b&gt; you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;b&gt;concrete&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;abstract&lt;/b&gt; viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;i&gt;mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/i&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;i&gt;dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;b&gt;introvert&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;extrovert.&lt;/b&gt; By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; organized, &lt;b&gt;both &lt;/b&gt;concrete and abstract, and &lt;b&gt;both &lt;/b&gt;introverted and extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is why are you Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;You are both very organized. You almost always know where your belongings are and you prefer things neat. You may even enjoy cleaning and find it therapeutic. Bert is a big neat freak and gets quite annoyed when Ernie makes a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Bert is probably a bit more concrete in his bottlecap collecting addiction and his love of the weather. He does show his abstract side when he sings and performs his "Doin' The Pidgeon" song. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both somewhat introverted. Bert is probably more introverted, because he spends most of his time either with Ernie or alone. Still he has no problem being around other people in his role as chairman of "The National Association of 'W' Lovers." Like Bert, you probably like to have some time to yourself, but you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;br /&gt;Grover&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;br /&gt;The Count &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1129992062.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="144" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="6" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;96%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Organization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="80" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="70" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;53%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;concrete-abstra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;33%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;intro-extrovert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4525550649363613939"&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=16957172787179881552"&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&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/9292532-113120468363878425?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/113120468363878425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=113120468363878425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113120468363878425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/113120468363878425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/11/bert-you-scored-79-organization-51.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112961067069947663</id><published>2005-10-17T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:44:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study, work, work, study, b-ham, work....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so that is pretty much everything that i have been doing this past week or so, i have been trying to study every spare moment that i have had (with the exception of this past weekend) i have also been working alot, some doubles and on my off day, yet it is amazing that it still feels as if i have no money whatsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this weekend i went to b-ham, it was a great weekend, amanda had a band contest so charles and i went and watched her march, it was fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then sunday, went and saw concert choir sing at cantebury methodist, this was my first time to not be performing, and it was rather hard, it really made me realize how much i miss singing, and how much i miss my friends, i dont like being away at all and i wish i had a chance to get to know some of the new people, it is just really weird, being on the outside of it all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyway enough whinning,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;right now i am sitting at home with becca and amanda watching cinderella, my wonderful charles got it for me this weekend, &lt;strong&gt;i love disney movies, do you ever wish you could be in a disney movie, everything always ends up working out, and everyone lives happily ever after, i would give anything to know that my life would end like a disney movie, riding off into the sunset with my prince charming......&lt;/strong&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/9292532-112961067069947663?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112961067069947663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112961067069947663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112961067069947663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112961067069947663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/10/study-work-work-study-b-ham-work.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112844829522262886</id><published>2005-10-04T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:51:35.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try number two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;Try number two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;well I bought my PCAT study book today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;I decided to get a new one this year, so I broke down and spent the money to buy a Kaplan, and now as I stare at it I am beginning to wonder if I am going to have time to read the entire thing in 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;.i mean, why can’t I just put it under my pillow and learn by diffusion, that would be wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;but now I probably need to go to work, so I should stop typing and get dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;and tonight, after work, I have a date with my study book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;.goody goody!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112844829522262886?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112844829522262886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112844829522262886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112844829522262886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112844829522262886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/10/try-number-two.html' title='Try number two'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112831256328774030</id><published>2005-10-02T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:09:23.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another trip home</title><content type='html'>Well another trip home has come and gone, and I now sit here in my bed at my mom’s house watching the UAB Spring 2005 concert on dvd…technology and the internet are amazing things…I just mailed off some of my high-8 tapes of memorable concerts and trips and three weeks later I have custom dvds…I am so glad I was born when I was…my trip home was nice, way too short but very nice and much needed…Saturday morning I had lunch with “the girls” ya know how people say that you meet you best friends in college, well these girls are mine, my friends that I hope will be my friends until we are old, while we done always talk as often as we would like, when we get together we just fall back into our usual roles of the group...Girls I love you all so much and I thank you all for everything ( I will post pictures on my other blog, the link is to the right)……after that I went back to Charley’s and we watched football, it was so nice to have a relaxing afternoon just curled up on the couch with him watching TV (even if all the games did not make me happy, at least auburn won, War Eagle)…then we had dinner at superior grill with Melanie and Scott, the last time we went we waited 3 hours and never got a table (it was may 5) so this was like a make up dinner…than back to the house (apt) for more football…church this morning was nice, it is amazing how at home I feel at trinity, I miss it there so much more than I ever thought I would, I miss the people, the atmosphere, the feeling I get just being there, it is my church home and one of the highlights of each trip back to Birmingham…after church Scott treated Haley, Mary Beth, Wesley, Charles, and myself to lunch, it a very sweet thing to do, thank you Scott….then only bad part of the trip was, of course, coming back, ya know I thought that it would get easier the more I went and came back to Jackson, but it feels as if it is just getting harder, I am so ready to be back home with my friends and my charley, I just hope I can make it through the time I have until I move back, and the uncertainty when it will happen, for that I am quickly learning how I must depend on another source of strength, Charles and I both must, I find myself very often asking for help to stay strong, and not burst into tears just because I thought about the way my life was or could be…it is definitely a day to day kinda thing, but I am trying to learn…anyway, enough rambling, I need to go to bed, t/m I have class (yea!!!) and then a night of working…back to the real world, but I cant help but think that in 13 days ill be back home… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112831256328774030?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112831256328774030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112831256328774030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112831256328774030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112831256328774030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-trip-home.html' title='another trip home'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112805620343551200</id><published>2005-09-29T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:56:43.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;okay, so my mother was intrigued by the "leader test" so she took it...and after my mother, the republican, all of a sudden i heard a burst of laughter, i look to the computer screen and what do i see but this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(charles will be so proud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9292532-112805620343551200?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112805620343551200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112805620343551200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112805620343551200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112805620343551200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-so-my-mother-was-intrigued-by.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112779422228910346</id><published>2005-09-26T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:10:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Perfection is important" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;does anyone else think that this test is accurate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112779422228910346?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112779422228910346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112779422228910346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112779422228910346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112779422228910346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-are-you.html' title='who are you?'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112762230264144213</id><published>2005-09-24T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:25:02.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I know I havent</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, I know I haven’t blogged in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;but honestly there hasn’t been much to write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;my trip home last weekend was great, while I was very disappointed that I did not get to hear the choir, I did get to spend some much needed time with my charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;I also got to sing at my church on Sunday (which I really miss) and I got to visit with Copeland, Leigh, and their adorable girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;it was a much needed trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;since being home I have gone to work and school, I had my first lab exam in A&amp;P this week and I blew the curve, I used to always curse the people that blew the curves, but it sure does make me feel smart to know that I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;.I have to work all weekend and ill be off Tuesday, yea!!! And then I will be off next weekend, but it isn’t going to be a good weekend, b/c I am afraid I won’t get to see my charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;.so if you see him, tell him to come and visit me b/c I miss him so much, this long distance thing is no fun, and I am already counting down the days until I am back in Birmingham/home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112762230264144213?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112762230264144213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112762230264144213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112762230264144213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112762230264144213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-i-know-i-havent.html' title='Okay I know I havent'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112689001243069997</id><published>2005-09-16T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:00:12.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>okay so an update on the last post, my teacher finally emailed me saying the my grade was a little different...i amde a 102!!!!!! yea!!! now i know that this doesnot equal that grade at uab but hey it is still a great grade...i am happy, and what makes me even more happy is that i am going to b-ham this weekend to see everybody, yea!!!!!!!!!! now i need to go and pack...see yal soon...love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112689001243069997?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112689001243069997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112689001243069997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112689001243069997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112689001243069997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112675752028721861</id><published>2005-09-14T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:12:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"is that a two?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;okay so you are wondering what the above quote is from, well it is what i said to my A&amp;amp;P teacher today when i got my first test score back...our first test was monday and i felt so good about it, there was like one or two questions out of 110 that i questioned myself about...so today i stood in line with the class and when it was my turn i said &lt;strong&gt;"charest"&lt;/strong&gt; and my teacher pointed to my grade in the grade book and i clearly saw the second number a 9, but the first number was fuzzy, not written to well, so i asked my teacher&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "is that a two?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to which she replied "yes"...translation i made a 29 on my test, out of 100....my response was quick b/c i knew something had happened, i asked her if i could talk to her after class...so many of you that have read my blog or know me think that the usual delia would be kicking in at this point in the story, getting all worked up and crying, stressing out...but no, i know exactly what had happened, and it was confirmed by my teacher when i talked with her after class...she graded my scantron #1 as scantron #2, and vice versa...so now i have been checking my email like a crazy person to find out my grade, b/c well i havent changed &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much...now, off to bed, i get to sleep late t/m, yea!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112675752028721861?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112675752028721861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112675752028721861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112675752028721861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112675752028721861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-that-two.html' title='&quot;is that a two?&quot;'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112628625063816909</id><published>2005-09-09T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:17:30.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's here, it's here...my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;diploma&lt;/span&gt;, i am so excited, it was taking so long i was actually beginning to wonder if &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i really graduated&lt;/span&gt;, but yes i did...it is so pretty and i am so proud of it...now it needs one of those awesome frames with the school matting, oh i am so excited...today is the first day of my first weekend of working, funfun, i will work tonight, saturday night, and sunday night, then ill be off monday, which is when i have my A&amp;amp;P test, busy busy...now i need to get ready for work...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IT'S A GREAT DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9292532-112628625063816909?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112628625063816909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112628625063816909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112628625063816909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112628625063816909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-here-its-here.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112619479246887263</id><published>2005-09-08T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:15:15.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a daily blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, I apologize for the sporadic nature that I have been exhibiting on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am slowly falling into my schedule here in Jackson, and things have pretty much gotten back to normal here for me and my family (we should continue to pray for and help all of the people on the coast that have lost everything and been displaced far away from their home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;I started back to school yesterday and my sisters’ first day back was today, so I am sitting in my room right now trying to reorganize the mess that has become my desk and life, trying to get caught up and have some stuff on paper, don’t ask me why, but when I blog I feel like things are a little more stable and organized (must be another one of my anal hang-ups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;today is my day off, so I am going to get everything in place, start to clean my house, and then go to Starkville (my best friend is having a baby shower tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;lets see, now let me catch yall up on everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;living at home is not bad, everyone said it would be horrible, but it is actually kinda relaxing and refreshing (well when the sisters are being nice and cooperative), the girls have adjusted well, they still hiss when they see the other cats but I am getting used to it (it does feel like a &lt;a href="http://deliaspics.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-life-here-in-jungle.html"&gt;jungle&lt;/a&gt; at times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;school is going fine, nothing too hard, I have my first test on Monday, I’ll let you know how it goes, the only thing I really don’t like about school is the drive (josh I don’t know how you drove an hour everyday, just three days a week is a pain in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;well you know) as for my voice lessons, I have only had one so far, number 2 is t/m (which reminds me I need to practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;ill put that on the list too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;work is actually not that bad, I really enjoy knowing that my mommy is up stairs during part of my shift, and the people that I work with are really a lot of fun, I am trying to catch on fast to all the differences b/t UAB and Baptist, there are a lot (especially in the IV area), I just want the people there to think of me as a good tech and an asset to the department, gosh I am such a dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm what else, Oh I am beginning to travel on a familiar road again, the pharmacy school road (maybe my blog follower from last year will take an interest again this year) I am going to do many things different this time around, I am going to apply to a lot of school, while my top choice is Samford ( I miss b-ham), I am going to apply at Ole Miss, Mercer, and probably a few others it all depends on what strikes my fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do believe that all of the above may just catch everyone up with my life here in Jackson, I am going to try to become a daily blogger, I have always wanted to, maybe I can do it, check back to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;.oh yeah and I plan on being in b-ham next weekend (so I can see my charley sing) so hopefully ill see all of my b-ham friends then, I miss you all, a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;but for now I am going to start the process of organization, I love it (I am such a loser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Handprint;font-size:130%;"&gt;love yall’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112619479246887263?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112619479246887263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112619479246887263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112619479246887263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112619479246887263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-blogger.html' title='a daily blogger?'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112619362420758501</id><published>2005-09-08T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:35:55.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. Delia    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. dee dee     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. pudn’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE SCREENAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;1. dmcrx82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;2.drmajordeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;3.deya92698 (don’t ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. usually on time if not early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1.over the past years I have become a little anal in my efforts to organize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2.i tend on the whiny side some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;3. I worry too much, about everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1.french canadian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2.indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3.mississippi (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. my little sister’s room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. talking to my charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. a diet mountain dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. yoga (at least I am trying that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. pink terry cloth pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. charley’s decatur baseball sweatshirt (my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. a green and yellow striped night gown (I am cute, let me tell you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1.caedmons call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2.john mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3.philip copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;1. love soon (john mayer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;2. angel (jewel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;3. if I can help somebody (sniff, sniff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. paying off some debt/save money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. start pharmacy school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. have no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (besides love):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. a strong foundation built on faith in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE: (can you spot the lie?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. it is my day off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt; 2. I actually am enjoying living at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. I don’t miss charley…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. a healthy physical appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. an ora of confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. eyes (and by eyes I mean butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. watching a movie with my charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. coloring in my anatomy coloring book (I am so cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. see my charley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. snap my fingers and my house to be clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU WANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;1. professional singer in whatever choir that dr. copeland is directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;2. pharmacist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. pharmacist (not pharmacy technician)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;1. Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;2. Tahiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3.  England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. Charles Farley Henry Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. Madison Charest Henry (girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. i stop at two kids...no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. graduate pharmacy school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. live in another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. have a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR ELSE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112619362420758501?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112619362420758501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112619362420758501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112619362420758501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112619362420758501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/quiz.html' title='the quiz'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112558417420892915</id><published>2005-09-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:27:05.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>first off i am okay, thank you to all the people that have asked, all of my family here in central and north mississippi are okay, not to sure about the family and friends on the coast (but i think most of them evacuated)...as for life here, it had been crazy since sunday...we woke up early monday morning and my sisters came to my nana's and momma and i went to work, i ended up staying at work until 10 that night helping out and working, it was a scary site to see the weather, we lost all power and were down to our last generator at the hospital, the water was also off, to conserve our power they also turned off the air condition at the hospital, it was a long day/night, momma and i thought we were going to have to stay the night but at the last minute we found out that the roads were passible enough to go home...with my sisters still at my nana's, momma and i went home at about 1030 monday night, our house favored very well compared to alot of houses in the neighborhood, we lost one tree and a big section of our backyard fence is gone, but we still had no power, my dad lost two trees at his house, and one tree fell on his car...today is the first day i have had access to the internet to talk to everyone b/c my phone has not really worked...it is thursday, and while my nana has power, our house is still without, i have been working everyday, trying to help at the hospital that is still under a boil water notice, we are still staying with my nana hoping that we will soon regain our power (they are sayin git could be weeks for some areas here)...we are all out of school until after labor day but even when classes resume i dont know if i will be able to go unless the gas crisis is resolved, if you have watched the news you may have seen the people waiting for gas in long lines and that is just how it is, i havent heard of anyone getting gas in less than  2 hours, and with the long lines, the few stations that have power are having to close fast, i have always been the person who thought that these thing would never happen where i was so to be going through it is very scary at times and it has really helped me see what is important, family... things have been crazy, but as put out as my family and i are we are counting our blessings, we faired so well compared to the rest of mississippi...thank you again for your concern and prayers, just please keep praying for eveyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112558417420892915?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112558417420892915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112558417420892915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112558417420892915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112558417420892915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/09/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112511542881161473</id><published>2005-08-26T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:03:48.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>current mood: tired, but not depressed, an improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;finally my first 'real' week is done, and i am tired...but despite my fatigue i think ill be okay, as long as i dont have anymore days like yesterday, which i am sure i will...i am coming to figure out that i will have good days and bad days, today was a good day-yesterday was a bad day, which explains my depressive, whiny blog...but on to better things...i had my first voice lesson with my new teacher, i think that she is going to be good for me, she for her doctorate from indiana, her first comments were things that i know are my weaknesses, which is good, i am excited about fixing my tecchnique...tonight the hospital lost power, and it got a little crazy, but it was nice b/c baptist crazy=uab normal so i felt kinda at home, i am getting used to everything there and i think i am doing a pretty good job so far....hmmmm, what else.....oh i started a new blog of pictures...on this blog i will post pictures and small explainations for them, hopefully all my friends at home (b-ham) can keep up with me here and how i am doing in my new life, hopefully they wont all be of charles and myself (well hopefully for yall sake) anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deliaspics.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;check it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;...now off to bed, t/m i get to sleep yet, yea!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112511542881161473?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112511542881161473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112511542881161473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112511542881161473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112511542881161473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-mood-tired-but-not-depressed.html' title='current mood: tired, but not depressed, an improvement'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112498263226179777</id><published>2005-08-25T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:10:32.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>current mood: depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to be home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I do not, necessarily, like my new life. I thought that when I moved home things would be easier, my life would be slower.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But it is very much the opposite. It is just like before, one thing after the other, not being able to catch a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;but its worse b/c I don’t have my charley or my friends (nothing against my family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Journaling;font-size:180%;"&gt;I just want to be home, and I cant help but wonder if I even made the right choice by moving away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112498263226179777?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112498263226179777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112498263226179777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112498263226179777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112498263226179777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/current-mood-depressed.html' title='current mood: depressed'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112481665594731115</id><published>2005-08-23T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:06:02.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>full swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so things are now in full swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am slowly adapting to my new schedule and life style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;first my classes, I new that taking classes at a junior college was going to be different, but I didn’t know that they would treat me like a high school student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, why if I am in college do I have to raise my hand in class and ask to go to the bathroom, please give me a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;so I am taking A&amp;P and lab, Fitness walking (a pre-req), and voice (so I don’t lose what I have worked for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;overall, beside the bathroom thing, they are fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;nice and easy, if only I didn’t have to drive 45 minutes to get to campus things would be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;okay what’s next??? Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;my first day of work was last night and it went pretty well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;things a Baptist are so much more laid back than UAB (I knew it would be like this going from a 2000 bed hospital to a 600 bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;but it is nice, the other three techs on the evening shift are really nice, and the pharmacist are fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the best part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I get off at 10pm (yay!!!) I was still tired when I got home, but it was nothing compared to working until 11, I think I am going to like my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmmm, what else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;.I am starting the application process for samford, they have an early application deadline, so maybe ill know something before next July, (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I so hope that everything works out and I can be backing b-ham next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss everyone so much, especially Charlie, but wont go into that now, that is an entire blog in itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;now, I need to go and start getting ready for work, I have to be there early to get another TB test (they wont count the one form UAB, so another needle, ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;.I really like this word blogger thing and I think it is going to increase the productivity of my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;.until later, have great day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CK Curly;font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS CHOIR ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112481665594731115?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112481665594731115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112481665594731115' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112481665594731115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112481665594731115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/full-swing.html' title='full swing'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112454661508255120</id><published>2005-08-20T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:03:35.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the crap was i thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, seriously, &lt;em&gt;why was i going to take this stupid test&lt;/em&gt;...for anyone not informed, i am sitting at charles's this morning typing this blog, but up until wednesday my plans were to be sitting in a big, cold room at birmingham southern taking the MCAT...now my justifications: first off i was just not ready, there was now way that i could have done well, i started studying too late for this test not thinging it was going to be that hard, i mean i knew it was going to be hard, but not to the extent as when i started studing for it...i studied straight for about one week, and i mean like 4-6-8 hours a day, and at the end of the week i started taking those little (not really little) practice tests, and was doing horrible...now i was okay at some of it, mostly the biology and reading, but everything else was kicking my tail...so i sat back and thought, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why the crap am i taking this test?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you know what, i couldnt think of one good reason, i mean &lt;strong&gt;i want to be a pharmacist&lt;/strong&gt;, not a doctor, i like the drugs, and how they work...so why was i taking this test if its not what i wanted...well i finally came to the conclusion that i was taking this test to prove something, and ya know what i have nothing to prove...i have done fairly well, so i didnt get into pharmacy school the frist try, i havent met one person that applied with me that has gotten in, including one of my good friends who has more experience, better grades, and a freakin 98 on the PCAT...when i finally decided not to take it i felt like a huge cloud had been lifted from me, it was great, the first time in forever when i didnt have to worry about anything, my mom and my entire family said that they were glad to see me happy again, so i am glad i made my decision, no regrets...but now i need to go get ready, charles left for work about 30 minutes ago, so i am going to get ready and go up to panera to study some anatomy (one of the classes that i am taking at hinds this semester, ill blog more about that later) and enjoy my saturday with no MCAT...tonight, we are going to see 40 year old virgin...and t/m i have to go back to jackson, but i dont want to think about that now...ill try to blog again soon, i know everyone wants an update...but for now,&lt;strong&gt; its just nice to be home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112454661508255120?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112454661508255120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112454661508255120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112454661508255120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112454661508255120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-crap-was-i-thinking.html' title='what the crap was i thinking....'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112415749755443241</id><published>2005-08-15T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:59:55.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not in the optimum state to blog right now, just wanted to state the obvious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE BACK IN BIRMINGHAM&lt;/strong&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/9292532-112415749755443241?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112415749755443241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112415749755443241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112415749755443241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112415749755443241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-in-optimum-state-to-blog-right.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112390637896118422</id><published>2005-08-12T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:12:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/pato"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/400/pato%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havent posted in a while but i ran away...yep, right after i got settled here in jackson charles and i ran away...we went to new orleans for a few days this week and it was wonderful...we both had been working so hard and taking classes this summer and as a result we really didnt get to spend too much time together, we definitly didnt get to go on any kind of vacation, so tuesday charles drove to jackson and then i drove us to new orleans...we stayed in this cute little hotel in the french quarter, had wonderful dinners, relaxed, and even went out once (but i was in bed by 1030 both nights...oh the party animal that i am)...anyway it was great, we got back thursday and charles had to drive home, it was really hard for me...but im not going to talk about that now...i will leave you with a cute picture of us at Pat O'Brien's Piano Bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112390637896118422?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112390637896118422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112390637896118422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112390637896118422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112390637896118422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='im back...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112354803772403174</id><published>2005-08-08T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:27:20.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENTURES IN MOVING (PART II)</title><content type='html'>SATURDAY, AUGUST 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 am, up an' at em'...off to walmart to pick up a few essentials and then to krispy kreme, to get breakfast for my movers...charles, his brother brian, and brian's girlfriend jennifer got ther about 9 and we started moving...it felt like there would be no end, i mean we would take things out and when we came back it felt like the boxes had multiplied while we were loading the truck...slowly as things began to be moved out of my apartment, the girls began to realize somehting was not right...dixie and belle began to get scared, and well belle became down right demonic...it was scary to see my girls, my sweet loving girls, being mean and knowing it was my fault, so in trying to comfort my little bella i picked her us to cradle her like a baby (this usually calms her right down, but not today) she went crazy, and the shreads of my arm that i have left prove it...soon after charles's parents got there and we finished up the packing...we all sat down on my nasty cat hair carpeted floor and ate New York Pizza, yummm...then it was time for the Henry's to leave, we loaded charles's truck up with some assundry things that i had no more use for and whole lota food, gave brian a washer and dryer for payment, and they were off...it got to me for a second, but then it was time to clea, so i quit thinking about not seeing my wonderful boyfriend for a while, and picked up a big bottle of bleach to tackle my bathroom...i scrubbed for about an hour while my mom worked on my kitchen, but no matter how hard i cleaned it felt as if i was making no progress, then my mother reminded me that my 80-90 year old apartment was not going to look new, so we finished up...then it was time to drug my girls, and well i was a wimp and just couldnt do it, they went crazy when i tried to get the to take the little dramamine pill that the vet had okayed, so i stopped, crying i could not put my girls through it and i decided that riding home with two fully awake, large felines would just be my sacrifice for them...we then loaded up the last bit of things and hit the road...it was crazy, i felt that i hadnt lived there more than a few months when i left, but i remembered all my amazing times with my girls, my friends, and my school books, i will miss homewood.............on the road, and surprisingly my girls went to sleep for the entire trip, they both also slept together in their cage, it was so nice to just drive in piece...it was my first resting moment in a very long time, i just listened to my choir music and drove, singing so i wouldnt fall asleep...so we drove, and drove, and drove more, i swear it has never taken anyone as long to get from birmingham to jackson as it did us that day, we left brimingham at 345 pm and did not get to my house until 9pm (to give you an idea of the average time trip, i can usually get home in 3 hours)...so home, and what is next, not rest, but unpacking....i shifted through the truck to find my most essentials to keep in my small upstairs bed room, then unloading the huge couch, which probably was very amusing to see my mom and myself trying to pick up the gimongus creature that is my couch...so it was all unloaded into the garage and i was beginning to see the light at the end of it all, finally it was time to unlad the rest of the truck into storage, and then turn in the truck...we ended up at sonic at 11pm, it had been a long day, so we ate...then i slept, good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112354803772403174?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112354803772403174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112354803772403174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112354803772403174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112354803772403174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/adventures-in-moving-part-ii.html' title='ADVENTURES IN MOVING (PART II)'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112354686756827463</id><published>2005-08-08T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:21:07.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENTURES IN MOVING (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;FRIDAY, AUGUST 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;so this day wasn't too bad, well if you dont count the three exams, inability to hold anything down because of excessive nausea, and my broken bumper held together with duct tape...so i finally finish my last exam, how i did i still dont know, nor do i care, and what is it doing when i leave this final final at 745 pm but raining cats and dogs, i mean it was hailing too...but at this point i walked slowly to my car, exausted but excited to finish my academic life at UAB, i mean, that was it...&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE GRADUATED&lt;/strong&gt;...its nice....so anyway i go home to my boxed up apartment to find a large budget rental truck that my mother has shockingly driven from jackson to birmingham in one piece, the massive truck was in front of my apartment encompassing 3 parking spaces...so i go upstairs to find my mother working so lovingly at packing up the rest of my nasty cat hair apartment...we worked into the wee hours of the night (keep in mind that wee hours for me in 11 pm), so i finally got into bed a little after midnight, exausted and laying on a matress on the floor i tried to get to sleep...and it worked i actually fell asleep, well that is until my sister becca called me at 2 am in a state less than her natural best, after that i slept no more, with the cats running all over me (for i was on the floor and therefore a new toy) i lied there thinking about how this was my last night in my first 'real' home that i made for myself, well thinking and praying that God would just let me sleep for one hour...then the alarm, it was 6 am and time to start saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112354686756827463?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112354686756827463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112354686756827463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112354686756827463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112354686756827463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/adventures-in-moving-part-i.html' title='ADVENTURES IN MOVING (Part I)'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112325183285208099</id><published>2005-08-05T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:23:52.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, so i know i should be studying right now, but honestly i dont really care...i just got an email from one of my best friends, who well i dont know if she is my friend anymore, turns out that i made a comment that came out completely wrong, ya know when what is in your head comes out of your mouth 180 degrees different from what you thought...i now, well as i sit in campbell hall (b/c i have no more internet at home) i am trying to not cry...this is not a good day...three exams today, i leave b-ham t/m, and this on top of that is just the straw...i know that i need to go home and blah, blah...but i am scared, scared that the world here in birmingham will just keep on going without me, and i know it will, but i mean like i didnt exist...does this make sense...everyone's life will stay the same but mine, and i am afraid i am going to be trapped...i havent seen many of my friends this summer, but i want you all to know how much i will miss you...you all have had such an important part in my life i it kills me to leave, i will always consider yall my friends and hope you will do the same...anyway, enough rambling, not many people will even read this...i guess ill try to study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112325183285208099?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112325183285208099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112325183285208099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112325183285208099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112325183285208099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-so-i-know-i-should-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112312680252972842</id><published>2005-08-03T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:40:02.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the last girls night...sniff, sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/673/1600/mycamera%20142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1322/673/320/mycamera%20142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112312680252972842?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112312680252972842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112312680252972842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112312680252972842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112312680252972842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-girls-nightsniff-sniff.html' title='the last girls night...sniff, sniff'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112295227369504677</id><published>2005-08-01T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:28:46.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Don't dip the wiseman in your ketchup"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112295227369504677?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112295227369504677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112295227369504677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112295227369504677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112295227369504677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112242652403258089</id><published>2005-07-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:08:44.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/mycamera%20134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/400/mycamera%20134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this weekend i got to spend time with all of my sisters...this is me, amanda, and becca...we had been swimming all afternoon so we may not look our best, but it was great to spend time together, well when we werent fighting, after all, somethings never change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112242652403258089?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112242652403258089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112242652403258089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112242652403258089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112242652403258089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112233680731453091</id><published>2005-07-25T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:13:27.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is this what i am coming home too???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/mycamera%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/400/mycamera%20138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i went home this weekend, and my most memorable moment would have to be the one where i met the new family pet...he frequents my backyard, eats the cat's food, and is not scared away easily...but isnt he cute, any name suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9292532-112233680731453091?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112233680731453091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112233680731453091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112233680731453091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112233680731453091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-this-what-i-am-coming-home-too.html' title='is this what i am coming home too???'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112195751237827809</id><published>2005-07-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:51:52.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;my most recently purchased new favorite and most used object....&lt;strong&gt;my lapdesk&lt;/strong&gt;...yes i am a loser, i use it all the time...it is wonderful, i can now sit on my couch and study in comfort...i can spread out all of my junk and get things done...i feel so much more efficeint...gosh i am a dork, arent i? &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/9292532-112195751237827809?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112195751237827809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112195751237827809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112195751237827809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112195751237827809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-most-recently-purchased-new.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112191468744775315</id><published>2005-07-20T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:59:48.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i visited with copeland today, which in itself is always an experience, and guess what we talked about...well, all of you that have been keeping up with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://uabchoirs.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;choir blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;probably have a really good guess, now dont get me wrong, that is not all we talked about, i also updated him on my plans for the next year, and we discussed some of the upcoming plans of the choir (sniff sniff)...but the whole marriage conversation really stuck with me...the thing, i mean, that stuck with me is how i participated in this conversation, you see if you had heard my conversations on the subject three years ago it would be a totally different subject, and well, it kinda suprised me when i really stepped back and listened to myself today...anyway this all has prompted me to shed a little light on the "other perspective"...see all i have been hearing on this matter is people's opinions, and generally these opinions are nothing but that...most of the people talking about this subject in our social rehlm have a completly different view than the people who have been there...granted there are many people, and many of my firends from highschool that are happily married, the continuation of this post is not at all to say that young marriages dont work (b/c in many cases they do), the following is a look into the mind, heart, and soul of someone who has lived the argument that we have all been having, but this argument is internal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"well, you just don't understand...we are in love and that is just not going to change. i mean what do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know. i have grown up &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much in my first year of college, i think that i know better than anyone else, what i want in my life and how i want it to happen. we are so great together, &lt;strong&gt;i just can't imagine my life without him&lt;/strong&gt;, and i just know that it is not going to change. i know that it wil be hard...im not stupid, but by this is going to work. i...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are going to make it work, i just know that this is God's will......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"hm,that was strange, its never bothered me before, oh well.im better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"okay, this is not exactly what i had planned. im supposed to be in this place, things should be certain, i dont really know what...no, its okay, we can work though it, its not a big deal, it just me being stupid...we will make this work, after all its just a minor detail..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"have i always felt this way about this subject...i cant remember, well yeah, its what i was taught, but i dont know if i feel the same way about it now...its seems so different"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"okay, take a breath, what have i done, i dont know if this is right, i mean, i shouldnt feel like this, right? it should be the other way, not this way, is this right, am i righ . . .stop it, stop it, your just &lt;em&gt;not trying hard&lt;/em&gt; enough...dont cry, now then go back, your just being silly...you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to make this work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"im in too deep, there is no turning back...it doesnt matter what i feel like sometimes, &lt;strong&gt;its all in my head&lt;/strong&gt;...ok, ok, ok...im just nervous, other times its great...plus, well, its too late, suck it up...youve made my bed and you have to lie in it...the end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"there is no one would understand, no one...it would ruin everything, my entire life if i, and his, and i cant, i am right, all those people who said it wouldnt work, they arent right, i am...you know, i just cant, i have to go through with it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;"i cant....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;"okay, here goes........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost two years later...and well, i am still alive, and you know what i am more alive than ever...my experience helped shape me into who i am today, so i cant have any regrets, and you know what....i dont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112191468744775315?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112191468744775315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112191468744775315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112191468744775315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112191468744775315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-visited-with-copeland-today-which.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112140001720618344</id><published>2005-07-14T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:00:17.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/confusedpill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/400/confusedpill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, one definite plan for the upcoming future...taking the MCAT...oh and it will remain official b/c i just forked over the money to take it...i figure God is giving me this year for a reason, why not weigh all of my options and knock on every unlocked door...i know i want to help people and i love medicine...so next logical choice, being a doctor...im going to see how i do on the test and apply to a few medical schools, in addition to a good number of pharmacy schools...surely with alot of open doors one will have to be right for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112140001720618344?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112140001720618344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112140001720618344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112140001720618344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112140001720618344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-one-definite-plan-for-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112139648615401013</id><published>2005-07-14T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:07:02.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/blurstainedglass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/400/blurstainedglass2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's over...i got an email today telling me that i have been taken off the waiting list, so that door is closed...now i look forward, but everything is just blurry, but ya know what...maybe blurry isn't so bad, yes i like structure and definition, but maybe this is what i need...God is using this experience to teach me something, and i just have to be patient and keep my eyes open...i will learn from this and i will grow as a person...i move home in about three weeks, i have put in applications to the hospital that my mom works at and i am waiting on my acceptance letter from hinds (the local junior college)...ill work full time, take a couple of classes, save some money, and open a few more doors for myself...it will definitely be a growing experience, and i am trying my hardest to be thankful for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112139648615401013?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112139648615401013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112139648615401013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112139648615401013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112139648615401013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112053372393070388</id><published>2005-07-04T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:22:03.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/july4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/july4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fourth of july!!! this is what we did tonight (this is not us, i forgot my camera), we walked to homewood park, had a picnic with bbq, and laid on the grass while watching the fireworks over red mountain...it was great, sure beats last year when i watched them from the hospital...there were so many families at the park, it made me feel like we were a family (i know, i know im getting too girly)...anyway, i need to try to get some rest i have to be back at work at 630 in the morning...i sure hope the kids stop celebrating with fireworks (they are right behind my bedroom window)...oh well, good night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112053372393070388?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112053372393070388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112053372393070388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112053372393070388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112053372393070388'/><link 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on the town, no boys!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112018866984223542?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112018866984223542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112018866984223542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112018866984223542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112018866984223542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/girls-night.html' title='girls night'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-112018856740784139</id><published>2005-06-30T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:29:27.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/mycamera%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/mycamera%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever wonder what it would be like to be a cat?...somedays i wish that i could just trade places with my girls for just a few days...this is how my girls spend the majority of their day, being lazy in their beds...aren't they beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-112018856740784139?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/112018856740784139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=112018856740784139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112018856740784139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/112018856740784139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-lazy.html' title='being lazy'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111991491520036798</id><published>2005-06-27T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:28:35.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/1600/birdonhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2793/552/320/birdonhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hawaiian shirts, flip flops, jimmy buffett music, and even margaritas (well non-alcoholic)...sounds like i was at the beach, but no...i was at church...it's a new series at the contemporary service at my church and it is really great, i was only able to attend the end of it (b/c i had to sing in "big church")...one of our new ministers, wade, has started this new series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinity-umc.org/worship/jimmy-buffett.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"The Gospel According to Jimmy Buffett"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; i was really interested to see how this could be turned around into a sermon, and when i heard it, the message not only impressed me, but also moved me...it was so applicable to where i am right now, and i feel that as the weeks go one it is going to get even better...so if any of you are interested i really recommend just trying it out, youll never listen to Jimmy Buffett the same again&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/9292532-111991491520036798?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111991491520036798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111991491520036798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111991491520036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111991491520036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/hawaiian-shirts-flip-flops-jimmy.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111975456339895785</id><published>2005-06-25T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:57:35.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unofficially official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, that about explains it...i got an email the other day saying that all applicants offered a seat at ole miss accepted their seats, so unless something bad happens to one of them (which i do not want) ill be in jackson in 6 weeks...but ya know what, it wont be that bad...my mom is busy right now with my sisters and trying to sell her house so i know i will be a big help, and i can take just a few classes, ya know take it easy, and concentrate on other things, itll be good for me to take it easy for a year or so...and next year ill apply at several schools, who knows i could be back next summer getting ready to  go to samford, which is sounding kinda good right now...anyway i have no idea where i will be but i do know that whatever or where ever it is, it is what i should be doing, after all i am not the one that plans these things....i leave you with a song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hard as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Standing in dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Where is the dreamer now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Wonder if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Wanted to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Would I remember how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know the way to go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But I know that I have made my choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And this is where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Until He moves me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And I will listen to His voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;This is the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Patience to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When there is nothing clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Still we believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus is very near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I can not imagine what will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But I've already made my choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And this is where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Until He moves me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And I will listen to His voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Could it be that He is only waiting there to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;If I will learn to love the dreams that He has dreamed for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Can't imagine what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But I've already made my choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And this is where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Until He moves me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And I will listen to His voice&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/9292532-111975456339895785?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111975456339895785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111975456339895785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111975456339895785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111975456339895785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/unofficially-official.html' title='unofficially official'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111906961330554169</id><published>2005-06-17T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:40:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;yes that is right, charles and i celebrated our anniversery today (well we actually celebrated last night b/c we both worked tonight)...it was great, we grilled out salmon and shrimp and just spent some quality 'us' time together, i couldnt have asked for anything better...this year has flown by, it's kinda scary to know that ill be leaving in 8weeks, but enough about that...it has been a wonderful and amazing year, and i can only pray that the following years are as wonderful as the first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="1401" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/last%20night%20delia%20and%20charles.jpg" width="1570" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111906961330554169?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111906961330554169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111906961330554169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111906961330554169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111906961330554169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-year.html' title='ONE YEAR!!!'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111855386312099125</id><published>2005-06-12T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:24:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am in love with the most wonderful man ever...and it is great!!!&lt;/strong&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/9292532-111855386312099125?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111829096433693008</id><published>2005-06-08T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:22:44.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosh it has been busy, sorry i havent posted in a while, but after my last post i was kinda down (if you couldnt tell)...so after that post i decided to try not to think about the fall too much, ive succeded slightly...everyone is constently telling me dont plan too much, enjoy your life, and all that stuff, but let me let you in on a little secret, planning is my distraction...you see if i am constently thinking about pharmacy school and my educational career i dont have to spend time realizing that i am about to leave what has now become my home...i think, i just think of my life in terms of school so that i dont have to think in terms of, well, my life...do not get me wrong, i am living and taking every moment to enjoy each opportunity that i get, but its nights like tonight, when i have the best time enjoying my life and all that it encompasses, that it hits me...less than ten weeks left, then its time to start over, establishing myself and my actions (not recreating, just restablishing regardless to where i am)...and well, i lose it...when everything is fast paced, hurried, and exciting, i honestly dont have any down time, but if i have just a moment of silence allowing my brain to drift i get "enjoy this while it lasts, it wont be much longer" and i just dont want to think about that, i want to keep myself from realizing that in about two months i will be off...so maybe that can explain my actions and words...i guess i think that if i keep concentrating on the plan and the ultimate future by working hard now then i dont have to think about the immediate future sitting at my doorstep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(and for the people who keep telling me to enjoy each moment, dont worry, i am more than youll know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps...this was not meant as a 'down' post, i am extremely happy, this is just a small look into my thoughts and justifications...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111829096433693008?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111829096433693008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111829096433693008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111829096433693008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111829096433693008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh-it-has-been-busy-sorry-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111738483944205476</id><published>2005-05-29T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:40:39.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the theme of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, so i feel like there is a common theme occurring in my life...like in every aspect, in everything that i try to do this theme comes back to bite me in the.., well you know...so what is it, ill try to explain in without a diagram, it might be hard...imagine this, there is this scale (not to weigh, but to measure) and it goes from 0 - 10, everyone sets there own expectations for themselves and the world has expectations for everyone, so let's say that the world expectation for everyone in a 6, and in my case, my expectations for myself is a 10, i truly feel deep in my being that i am able obtain a 10, but here is the catch...while i am always striving for success in everything i can never get past a 9, it doesn't matter how hard i work, or how bad i want it i can not break my 9 point ceiling...this happens all the time, here are just a few examples: my music (personally, solo i mean), my grades (okay but not great), and now in general, the plans for my life, translation, pharmacy school (i found our this weekend that i am on the waiting list for ole miss)...so here it is, in everything i feel like the world is shouting to me in a slightly mocking way, "ha,ha...you thought you had it, you did the very best you could but ya know what, your best is just a little short of great...enjoy being average, delia charest"....and you know what, it just sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111738483944205476?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111738483944205476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111738483944205476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111738483944205476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111738483944205476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/theme-of-my-life.html' title='the theme of my life...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111689368879250238</id><published>2005-05-23T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:16:46.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am taking the first step, admitting i have an addiction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes that is right, i am going to admit to you all that i am addicted...some of you are asking "what could delia possibly be addicted to", the other of you are saying "its about time she admit it" so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I DELIA CHAREST AM ADDICTED TO NUTELLA"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there i feel better already...i discovered my new love while being in France, everyone was like, "try it, try it" and i am now blaming my addiction on everyone of you, especially Katie Mo and Maggie (but secretly i am thanking God for allowing you to open my eyes)...luckily, the only place near me that my love is sold is Winn Dixie, and honestly the Winn Dixie near my house is scary, and i won't go without anyone else, and there is no way that Charles will contribute to my addiction, he already believes that i am beyond help, so i am probably going to be exploring this "cold turkey" thing, i am not looking forward to it...but oh well, i am not going to think about that now... im going to eat dinner now, hmmm....what to eat, what to eat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/nutella.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111689368879250238?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111689368879250238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111689368879250238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yuck!!! i haven't even unpacked yet, part of this is due to work, but i think the other part deals with the hope that i can just pick up and go back...hmmmm, why do i think that i feel this way, easy, i am in a transition period right now, note about delia, she doesn't like change, especially when she has no idea what the transition holds, yes that is correct, still no word...my friend that i work with at uab has applied also and he called this past week, they told him that the decision will be made this coming week, and students will be notified the next week, two more weeks, aghhhhhhhh....i just want to know so i can decidewhat i am going to do, i hope i get for many reasons, but right now i hope i g et in so that i do not have to make the decision of where to move, do i move home or do i stay here, work and find a roommate, i know what i should do, but i want with all of myself to do the other, i just want to know, but i will pass on knowing if i can catch a flight back to Paris, thats a fair trade right? well i probably should get ready for church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 546px" height="1861" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/notre%20dame%20and%20God.jpg" width="535" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ps. i am really ready for my body to get used to central time again, not being able to sleep past 730 is really beginning to get annoying, i mean i am out blogging even &lt;a href="http://uabchoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;copeland&lt;/a&gt;, thats just wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111677073378172065?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111677073378172065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i wanna go back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="1325" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/charles%20picture.jpg" width="1492" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/dmcrx82/album?.dir=/5678&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=ph1uKBDB19MlyqQ4"&gt;more...&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/9292532-111668167131603031?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111668167131603031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111668167131603031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111668167131603031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111668167131603031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wanna-go-back.html' title='i wanna go back....'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111660208341150048</id><published>2005-05-20T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:04:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so there were many things that i looked forward to on this trip to France, but the most powerful aspect of the entire trip was something that i had not even considered to be a factor in the trip, what was is...GOD...now dont get me wrong, i knew that it was a blessing that i was even getting the opportunity to go on such a wonderful trip, and i was constantly asking for a safe trip...but i saw God in ways that i had never even thought of discoveing Him on this trip...of course through the music i am always thinking of Him and how my voice can be used as His instrument and i often feel His presence when i am singing, but throughout this trip, He revealed Himself in amazing ways, obviously through our music, but it was every concert...the first Notre Dame: there were times when i had to stop singing and fight back the tears b/c of utter awe i was feeling in singing in such a obvious presence of God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second the night concert at the little paris church: seeing God's glow in the eyes of our audience, they would not stop clapping until we came back, they said that their parton saint teresa is the saint for desperate people, eveyone told us that usually they would pray to saint teresa for her help with us, but not our choir, they said we were not desperate, and we did not need the saint, it was amazing to see their faith in us after just hearing us for a short period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third saturday night of the compeitition: the concert of my life, selig, lux, and i thank you jesus, all the best we had ever sung, we held the audience in complete awe, and want for more, after lux we could hear the audience breath a sigh when the song was over, and the uproar after we finished i thank you jesus...the response for that audience was amazing, people who could not speak any english came up to us to tell us how we moved them, one precious little french man told us that the spirit was with us, all around us...i truly belive that, yes we sang well, but it was truly God's voice and spirit that these people heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;other than the music i was also able to expeirence God's amazing creations...looking at the beautiful history that has been around for so long, and so many things have happened in these places, the most obvious were the cathedrals...to think that people had been worshipping in these places for longer than i can fathom is just amazing...and now i can add my name to that long list of people that worshipped in Notre Dame or Chartes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the scenery was also constantly showing me God...i've always said that when i see the sun peaking through the clouds or around a building, and i can see the individual rays, that i am seeing God...it felt like everytime i turned around i saw this, at Notre Dame, the Eiffel tower it just seemed to be everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hands down the most amzing nonmusical experience of this trip was when charles and i went back to notre dame to spend some time with God...we lit a candle and said a prayer that He would always bless us and our relationship together, it truly was amazing i really felt His arms around the two of us that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there were so many other things that i was able to see glimpses of God and His work through, i could not upload many pictures so here is a link to my yahoo pictures...hopefully you can see some of the &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/dmcrx82/album?.dir=/5678&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=ph1uKBDB19MlyqQ4"&gt;glimpses&lt;/a&gt; that i so gratefully experienced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111660208341150048?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111660208341150048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111660208341150048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111660208341150048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111660208341150048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-there-were-many-things-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111659643576885468</id><published>2005-05-20T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:40:35.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we were so lucky...</title><content type='html'>WARNNING...this could be considered mushy and girly, read at your on risk...okay so charles and i realized that we were two of the luckiest people on our trip, so many of our friends left their significant others back home in alabama, having to spend countless time and money to communicate, but not charles and i, we got to spend ten amazing days in france, together...we grew closer throughout the entire trip, we got to sing the concerts of our lives together, we got to experience the top of the eiffel tower together, we got to see history together, we learned to navigate the Paris metro system together, we even got to spend 10 hours on a plane together, (that last one was good and bad)...it made me realize even more what a lucky girl i am, and how much i want to continue to experience new things with this, my wonderful boyfriend...here are a few of my favorite pictures of us thoughout the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="1331" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/about%20to%20board%20in%20atlanta.jpg" width="1011" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us waiting to board the plane in atlanta...we were so excited and ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="1130" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/arc%20delia%20charles.jpg" width="549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us in front of the arc de' triomphe, this was an amazing part of Paris, it was sooo big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 573px" height="1852" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/delia%20charles%20boat.jpg" width="549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us on the boat ride, you can see the eiffel tower behind us, it was so pretty at night when it lit up, absoulutely breath taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 462px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="1227" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/eifel%20delia%20and%20charles.jpg" width="1122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us actually on the top of the eiffel tower, that Paris in the backgroud, getting to the top of the tower was scary but once we were up there the view, and my company made it so special...not many people get to expeirence the top of the eiffel tower with the love of their life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="1166" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/last%20night%20delia%20and%20charles.jpg" width="1045" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us right before we left for our banquet on the last night, it was really sad to say goodbye to everyone, but charles was wonderful, he always can help me when i get into my sad moods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="1229" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/jus%20take%20us%20to%20uab.jpg" width="1208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so this is on the bus ride from atlanta to birmingham...we were so sick of traveling, our bodies were exausted b/c at this point with time zone changes we had been up nearly 20 hours at this point, we were sooo tired...&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more pictures...ill post some more later, now i must have a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111659643576885468?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111659643576885468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111659643576885468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111659643576885468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111659643576885468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-were-so-lucky.html' title='we were so lucky...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111651296436052960</id><published>2005-05-19T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T09:29:24.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant believe that its over</title><content type='html'>so i am back in america...and to tell you the truth, i was happy, this possibly could be attributed to the 15 hour trip from paris to birmingham, but it was sad to see the trip and my choir expeirence end...so you ask how did we do? well we did very well, we did not win the top award but we came very very close...we tied for the top prize in category one (the tie was with the choir that won the competition) and we won an award for the best interpretation of a french piece...for a more detailed account of  read dr copeland's play by play on the &lt;a href="http://www.uabchoirs.blogspot.com"&gt;Choir blog&lt;/a&gt;.....right now i am uploading my pictures to wolf camera so that i can pick them up this afternoon...everything there was so breath taking, yes somethings we not very clean, but it is like that anywhere, especially birmingham...i got so many wonderful pictures, it is going to take me a while to decide the ones that were the most amazing to post on my blog, maybe ill start tonight...as i post them i will tell about their significance and what happened then, i guess that is how i will tell the story of  my ten days in france...so check back soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111651296436052960?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111651296436052960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111651296436052960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111651296436052960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111651296436052960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-believe-that-its-over.html' title='i cant believe that its over'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111557564695838451</id><published>2005-05-08T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:07:26.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="2182" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/UAB%20%20France%20Tour.jpg" width="1029" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exciting!!! here are some links to our recordings...these are just a few of the many, many things we will be singing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~plc/04%20Salmo.mp3"&gt;salmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~plc/09%20Mate%20Saule.mp3"&gt;mate saule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~plc/05%20Richte%20Mich%20Gott.mp3"&gt;richte mich gott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~plc/07%20He"&gt;he's got the whole world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dpo.uab.edu/~plc/06%20I%20Thank%20You%20Jesus.mp3"&gt;i thank you jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111557564695838451?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111557564695838451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111557564695838451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111557564695838451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111557564695838451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-we-go.html' title='here we go...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111557511722152410</id><published>2005-05-08T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T12:58:37.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it is amazing what people will do for you...i have recently discovered, this past week, that people will be there for you when you need it...i have been flooded with outpourings of care, good wishes, and love...its wonderful to see God working through people, it just blows my mind...i am forever grateful...&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/9292532-111557511722152410?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111541855537621329</id><published>2005-05-06T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:29:15.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prepared or overpacking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i am packing for france (ahh jus tthe sound of it is music), and i have come to a large question...how much should i bring...i mean, i want to bring so much, but i dont know if is should...usually i over pack becuase i never know what i am going to want to wear, or if the weather will suddenly change, i just like being prepared is this too much...help me, let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="1279" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/packing098.jpg" width="1045" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111541855537621329?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111541855537621329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111541855537621329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111541855537621329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111541855537621329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/prepared-or-overpacking.html' title='prepared or overpacking?'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111524773940821618</id><published>2005-05-04T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:02:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, thats it....</title><content type='html'>im done, (thank you Jesus for allowing me to get through it)...yeah i am glad that this semester is over, but no real time to blog now, off to church choir, then tonight to decatur with charles (the poor thing has a doctor appointment t/m)...hmm, and then what...oh yeah EUROPE....thank you all for everything, ill blog soon...(and itll be good!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111524773940821618?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111524773940821618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111524773940821618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111524773940821618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111524773940821618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-thats-it.html' title='well, thats it....'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111496626124468359</id><published>2005-05-01T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:52:40.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i never thought i had become dependent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;on the blog...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uabchoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;the choir blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...it has been down for several days now and i am at a loss, i can check to see if anything is happening, i cant remeber rehearsal times this week, and i cant keep up with my friends' blogs (b/c i use the links on the choir blog)...so Copeland, hear my plea&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"PLEASE FIX THE BLOG ASAP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if it isnt fixed i have no way to procrastinate studying........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111496626124468359?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111496626124468359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111496626124468359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111496626124468359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111496626124468359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-never-thought-i-had-become-dependent.html' title='i never thought i had become dependent...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111456793369775318</id><published>2005-04-26T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:12:48.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>probably not the smartest way to make an extra buck...</title><content type='html'>okay so with the upcoming trip to france i am looking for extra ways to make some cash so that i can enjoy myself while in europe, but b/c exam week is upon me, and pharmacy school is still contingent on my spring grades i dont want to over work and under study for a little money, but i did decide that i would work these two dead days, one regular morning shift (t/m) wednesday and one 12 hour (today) tuesday...well, i have worked many 12 hour shifts and they really havent been bad, this one was very different, i usually go in about 630 am and stay until 7pm, not bad at all, i can get through it easily, but this time instead of saying 3.5 hours over, i decided to pick up some overtime by going in 3.5 hours early, yes that is 3 AM this morning and working for 12 hours, it was rough...i would rather work night shift (11pm-7am) than ever do this again, my body is so confused, i dont know where yesterday ended and today began, and now i am about to go to bed so that i can do it again (at 630 am, not 3)...goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111456793369775318?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111456793369775318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111456793369775318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111456793369775318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111456793369775318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/probably-not-smartest-way-to-make.html' title='probably not the smartest way to make an extra buck...'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111421026212248478</id><published>2005-04-22T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:52:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SlimFast, a pink passport holder, pretty music, and a final gasp for air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, first let me say i am sorry for my absence of blogs this past week, its been busy to say the least, so let me take this time to update you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Organic test&lt;/em&gt;, ill have to admit it was not my finest moment, i did study, alot, but it did little good, the test was just so much material, but ill still have a B in the class, which is okay considering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST WEEKEND:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spring choir concert&lt;/em&gt;, my last concert at UAB at the Alys, and i think i did pretty good (emotionally speaking) no complete waterfall of tears, just a few here and there (this helped by avoiding Dr. Copeland)...i sure dont know how im going to keep from bawling our last night in France, its going to be hard to say good bye to this part of my life...anyway, enough dwelling...so my mommy and my nana came to visit and see my concert, it was great, we spent time with charles's parent's and sister, it was great, i love when our families interact and have fun...anyway back to the concert...it was amazing (well if you dont count our slight speed problem), we sounded great, and there was this mind blowing overtone at the end of Alleluia, i have it on tape and it is just glorious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="1229" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/mycamera%20094.jpg" width="845" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;busy, busy, busy&lt;/em&gt;...i played for charles's mock jury, it was rough, i was supposed to play for josh's too, but i just couldnt do it, i backed out, and maggie did it, but this was probably a good thing, i just hate going back on my word, it makes me feel like i cant be trusted, and i can, when i say ill do something, i DO it (with the exception of this incident)... i sang with caroline in convocation, we did our duet, and it went okay, we had done better, but it want too bad for my last time singing in Hulsey, another ending moment, anyway...then i had an organic lab final, which wasnt too bad, i studied the right things and i think i did alright, but i wont find our until grades are released, and today, physics test, i did alright, well to tell you the truth, i felt really good about it until i started talking about answers with the 'smart' people in my class, turns out i had a problem right, but it didnt make sense to me, so i changed it, and you guessed it, i had it right the first time, this sould tell me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm, WHAT ELSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/rtd-main-capp-delite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie and i started the Slim fast diet, so that we could drop a few extra pound before we leave to France, i mainly just want to fit into a certain pair of pants, and we know that it is just a quick fix, it hasnt been too bad so far, i get to eat dinner in about 30 minutes and am toatlly excited (thats sad i know)...charles got me this really cute pink passport holder, and i am soo excited about it (this again is sad, i know)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY ONE DAY OF CLASSES LEFT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my last day in many of my classes, monday ill only go to physics and orgainc, and ill be done...but today in contemporary music techniques (which is not that easy of a class) we looked at some alentoric music, similar to what it sounds like (alien) it is music based on chance and choice, here is an example of some...&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="237" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/prettymusic.jpg" width="882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i personally think it would make prettier art work than music, but im a traditional kind-a-girl...after today, all i have is to turn in my final project in theory, and then finals, YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS WEEKEND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like i said earlier, final project in music theory, but first tonight, the opera, going to see Elixir of Love...Saturday, a mornign of rest followed by a reprise of figaro scenes in at Wallace St CC, Sunday a choir concert, 430 i believe at South Highland Pres. Church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT WEEK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working some, practicing/rehearsing some (for france), and a whole lot of studing...ill keep you posted... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 DAYs....FRANCE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i dont really know if this is france, but its not here, and thats the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 538px" height="954" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/Scenic009.jpg" width="1076" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, im going to cook dinner, this post is long enough....thank you if you read the entire thing...peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111421026212248478?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111351714566409011</id><published>2005-04-14T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:19:05.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid, stupid, bank....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i evidently overdrafted my bank, but here is the catch....i dont know how...my register matches the online banking perfectly, everything is correct, all my withdrawls, deposits, everything...so how in the crap did i overdraft??? okay that is the first crappy thing, second...i thought that i had signed up for overdraft protection, but evidently i did not sign up for that (&lt;em&gt;even though that is what is was told i signed up for, i "signed up" for overdraft limit, which just means that the bank will cover a $500 overdraft but i have to pay it back and i get charged for it&lt;/em&gt;), here is the catch...b/c i evidently overdrafted 3 times (about $5 each time) i got charged 3 times for my overdraft...total about $90 for 3 little transactions, that should have gone through according to my correct register...and the bank, what will they do, of course....nothing....gotta love america&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111351714566409011?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111351714566409011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111351714566409011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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got these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="1339" src="http://webpages.charter.net/dmcrx82/flowerspink.jpg" width="334" /&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/9292532-111336382168318595?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111336382168318595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111336382168318595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111336382168318595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111336382168318595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/task-find-positive.html' title='task: find the positive'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111326540345143647</id><published>2005-04-11T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:23:23.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and with challenge comes...failure</title><content type='html'>so i just took my organic test, and it is very disheartening, i mean i studied for about 16-18 hour this weekend and still managed to royally bomb the fire out of my test...you may think, now delia your overreacting...but no! i know for a fact that i missed a 15 point question, and in addition to that i had no idea on about 4 mulitiple choice questions, completely blind guessing (which i am not good at)...but i guess there is nothing that i can do about it, well except start studying for my physics test (thats next friday)...maybe moving home for a year won't be too horrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111326540345143647?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111326540345143647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111326540345143647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111326540345143647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111326540345143647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-with-challenge-comesfailure.html' title='and with challenge comes...failure'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111305559955673838</id><published>2005-04-09T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:06:39.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest challenge yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i heard from ole miss...not a yes or no, but a "well, we havent decided yet"...evidently there are so many appllicants (myself included) with similar admission scores that they could not decide...their solution: to stress me out for another month, aka, wait until spring grades are posted and then decided on the basis of them...so i hope you enjoy this blog b/c i probably wont be making very many until after exams, see it will take an act of God for me to get all A's this semester, but it is what i need...i have to make high A's on everything else in all of my classes (highs A's i mean 99-100)...so i will be studying...and right now the stupid kid that lives above me is running around his house making more noise than my cats (this is his weekly saturday and sunday ritual), so i am going to go across the street to study organic...test is monday, lets see if i can do it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111305559955673838?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111305559955673838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111305559955673838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111305559955673838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111305559955673838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/biggest-challenge-yet.html' title='the biggest challenge yet'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111275880089503561</id><published>2005-04-05T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:46:32.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya know, i'd like to think that i have a moderate amount of patience, enough to get me through the usual events, but i do believe that this pharmacy thing is taking just a little too long...i submitted my application last semester (before christmas) and was told that decisions would be made by april first, and clearly they weren't...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean i just want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that too much to ask?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the waiting is just getting to be too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but alas i know that there is nothing that i can do about this so i will just pray for more patience and continue waiting...as soon as i hear anything, i will post...(keep your fingers crossed)&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/9292532-111275880089503561?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111275880089503561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111275880089503561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111275880089503561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111275880089503561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/patience.html' title='patience'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111276017318604406</id><published>2005-04-05T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:08:54.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the last minute rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i know that everyone, like myself, is just ready for this semster to be over...and most people are probably like myself rushing around trying to get caught up before exams...so i am spending a lot of extra time this week, next week, well basically until the end of my exams, studying...id like to think that i am a good student when it come to studying but i know that i fall into the traps and habits that we all do so here is a list i found rather helpful, it allows me to catch the traps before i fall, b/c falling is really embarassing&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Ten Traps"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ten Traps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt; of Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;."I Don't Know Where To Begin"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Take Control. Make a list of all the things you have to do. Break your workload down into manageable chunks. Prioritize! Schedule your time realistically. Don't skip classes near an exam -- you may miss a review session. Use that hour in between classes to review notes. Interrupt study time with planned study breaks. Begin studying early, with an hour or two per day, and slowly build as the exam approaches.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;"I've Got So Much To Study . . . And So Little Time"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Preview. Survey your syllabus, reading material, and notes. Identify the most important topics emphasized, and areas still not understood. Previewing saves time, especially with non-fiction reading, by helping you organize and focus in on the main topics. Adapt this method to your own style and study material, but remember, previewing is not an effective substitute for reading.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;"This Stuff Is So Dry, I Can't Even Stay Awake Reading It"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Attack! Get actively involved with the text as you read. Ask yourself, "What is important to remember about this section?" Take notes or underline key concepts. Discuss the material with others in your class. Study together. Stay on the offensive, e specially with material that you don't find interesting, rather than reading passively and missing important points.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;"I Read It. I Understand It. But I Just Can't Get It To Sink In"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Elaborate. We remember best the things that are most meaningful to us. As you are reading, try to elaborate upon new information with your own examples. Try to integrate what you're studying with what you already know. You will be able to remember new material better if you can link it to something that's already meaningful to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Some techniques include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chunking&lt;/em&gt;: An effective way to simplify and make information more meaningful. For example, suppose you wanted to remember the colors in the visible spectrum (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet); you would have to memorize seven "chunks" of information in order. But if you take the first letter of each color, you can spell the name "Roy G. Biv", and reduce the information the three "chunks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mnemonics&lt;/em&gt;: Any memory-assisting technique that helps us to associate new information with something familiar. For example, to remember a formula or equation, we may use letters of the alphabet to represent certain numbers. Then we can change an abstract formula into a more meaningful word or phrase, so we'll be able to remember it better. Sound-alike associations can be very effective, too, especially while trying to learn a new language. The key is to create your own links, then you won't forget them.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;"I Guess I Understand It"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Test yourself. Make up questions about key sections in notes or reading. Keep in mind what the professor has stressed in the course. Examine the relationships between concepts and sections. Often, simply by changing section headings you can generate many effective questions. For example, a section entitled "Bystander Apathy" might be changed into questions such as: "What is bystander apathy?", "What are the causes of bystander apathy?", and "What are some examples of bystander apathy?"&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;"There's Too Much To Remember"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Organize. Information is recalled better if it is represented in an organized framework that will make retrieval more systematic. There are many techniques that can help you organize new information, including:&lt;br /&gt;Write chapter outlines or summaries; emphasize relationships between sections.&lt;br /&gt;Group information into categories or hierarchies, where possible.&lt;br /&gt;Information Mapping. Draw up a matrix to organize and interrelate material. For example, if you were trying to understand the causes of World War I, you could make a chart listing all the major countries involved across the top, and then list the important issues and events down the side. Next, in the boxes in between, you could describe the impact each issue had on each country to help you understand these complex historical developments.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;"I Knew It A Minute Ago"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Review. After reading a section, try to recall the information contained in it. Try answering the questions you made up for that section. If you cannot recall enough, re-read portions you had trouble remembering. The more time you spend studying, the more you tend to recall. Even after the point where information can be perfectly recalled, further study makes the material less likely to be forgotten entirely. In other words, you can't overstudy. However, how you organize and integrate new information is still more important than how much time you spend studying.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;"But I Like To Study In Bed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Context. Recall is better when study context (physical location, as well as mental, emotional, and physical state) are similar to the test context. The greater the similarity between the study setting and the test setting, the greater the likelihood that material studied will be recalled during the test.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;"Cramming Before A Test Helps Keep It Fresh In My Mind"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Spacing: Start studying now. Keep studying as you go along. Begin with an hour or two a day about one week before the exam, and then increase study time as the exam approaches. Recall increases as study time gets spread out over time.&lt;br /&gt;10. "&lt;strong&gt;I'm Gonna Stay Up All Night 'til I Get This"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Avoid Mental Exhaustion. Take short breaks often when studying. Before a test, have a rested mind. When you take a study break, and just before you go to sleep at night, don't think about academics. Relax and unwind, mentally and physically. Otherwise, your break won't refresh you and you'll find yourself lying awake at night. It's more important than ever to take care of yourself before an exam! Eat well, sleep, and get enough exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if these sound like you at all, check out the rest of this website it has other helpful hints and strategies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://caps.unc.edu/TenTraps.html#Study"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Study Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://caps.unc.edu/TenTraps.html#Preparing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preparing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://caps.unc.edu/TenTraps.html#Ten"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ten Traps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111276017318604406?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111276017318604406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111276017318604406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111276017318604406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111276017318604406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-minute-rush.html' title='the last minute rush'/><author><name>delia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qGxLVJ914N4/TBUeB1Pj_jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PrSTuf0qKKM/S220/magnolia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9292532.post-111238547264600348</id><published>2005-04-01T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:57:52.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i have really needed this week of nothing...i've been at home since monday, and getting back to birmingham today was, well, less than desirable...all week long i have sleep when i wanted, ate when i wanted, and spent wonderful time with my family and friends, and now as i sit alone in my apartment (the first time ive been alone in about a week) im rather sad, i dont want to see my glorious week go away, it awaits to be ended with at night of work at the hospital (in about 30 min)...why is it when i am enjoying myself time flies, but next week in class it will drag?...anyway, enough procrastinating, time to get dressed for work and enter back into the daily grind that we all love...spring break has been wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111238547264600348?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111238547264600348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111238547264600348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111238547264600348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9292532/posts/default/111238547264600348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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but God did not allow that, he made this morning beautiful, and it is not until right now that the clouds are starting to show themselves...after alot of church this morning charles and i went out for easter lunch (yum, chinese), then the easter bunny came (yeah!!!) i love acting like a child...and now it is time to lay on my couch, watch a movie, and take a nap...glorious...thank you God... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111195229254729719?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliacharest.blogspot.com/feeds/111195229254729719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9292532&amp;postID=111195229254729719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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busy makes them even harder, but last week i started to fix that...i studied, studied, sutdied, and then studied some more, and it worked...my physics grade was in serious need of a boost, and i knew i had to do it now, and it worked!!! i was sitting on a solid C in the class, which some people might be okay with in such a challenging class, but my GPA cant drop any more if I get accepted to pharmacy shchool or ill lose my spot (still keeping my fingers crossed that i even get accepted)...anyway back to my story, so i studied over 16 hours this weekend ( i would have studied more but i worked for 8.5 hours on saturday), and now i have a B...hopefull on the next tet i can pull it up even more...this is a great start to my spring break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9292532-111175890612990047?l=deliacharest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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