<?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-11067914</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapbox</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my tiny little corner of the blogosphere to rant and rave about the things politicians and others say to make me angry.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114762202460871390</id><published>2006-05-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:53:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how I do it!   BUT.....I managed to get really good grades this semester!  Check this out:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have one class still pending a grade, but I know it's between an A and a B.  Not including that class, I have five A's, two B's, and ONE C.  That's it...9 classes, only 1 C!!!   *happy dance*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...I am now proving myself techno-savvy, by creating two more weblogs for the upcoming year for Senate and a Senate committee.  I so rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-114762202460871390?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114762202460871390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114762202460871390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114762202460871390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114762202460871390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/05/hah.html' title='HAH!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114296448232683456</id><published>2006-03-21T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:08:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little late...but better than not at all!</title><content type='html'>Here's a chuckle for today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6f3e5" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're 85% Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howirishareyouquiz/irish-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you're a shining example of an Irish lass (or lad).There's hardly anyone more Irish than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Irish Are You?&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/11067914-114296448232683456?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114296448232683456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114296448232683456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114296448232683456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114296448232683456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-latebut-better-than-not-at-all.html' title='Little late...but better than not at all!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114237580337361863</id><published>2006-03-14T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:36:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the new Student Body VP is....</title><content type='html'>It's not official yet; the elections don't take place until the first week of April. But I'm not opposed, so .... I may as well be in office already. Yay! (Happy Dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same lines....ooh. My stress level has so dropped, after my explosion on Wednesday. I had a long, fairly sequestered Spring Break, got a lot of work done, and instituted a brand new schedule. No Homework After Ten. Period. And I am in bed before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby update, since I was preoccupied last post....&lt;br /&gt;Had the sonagram...kid is Stubborn. Took an hour and a half, and she still didn't move to where the tech could measure her head. (Don't officially know sex..."her" just sounds a lot more humane than "it".) In the process of trying to get her to move the skull, she kicked at us, flipped us off, and moved her little mouth..like she was telling us off. *sigh* Not even born, and she has her mama's attitude. And her father's mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to find a new OB. Yeah...the one I was seeing prescribed (after two meetings) an anti-depressant that is known to cause birth defects. Grrr....that is my child he is hurting! So, I am not taking the meds, and I am finding someone else. Hopefully this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-114237580337361863?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114237580337361863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114237580337361863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114237580337361863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114237580337361863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-new-student-body-vp-is_14.html' title='And the new Student Body VP is....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114230756893677351</id><published>2006-03-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:35:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the new Student Body VP is....</title><content type='html'>It's not official yet; the elections don't take place until the first week of April.  But I'm not opposed, so .... I may as well be in office already.  Yay!  (Happy Dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same lines....ooh.  My stress level has so dropped, after my explosion on Wednesday.  I had a long, fairly sequestered Spring Break, got a lot of work done, and instituted a brand new schedule.  No Homework After Ten.  Period.   And I am in bed before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby update, since I was preoccupied last post....&lt;br /&gt;Had the sonagram...kid is Stubborn.  Took an hour and a half, and she still didn't move to where the tech could measure her head.  (Don't officially know sex..."her" just sounds a lot more humane than "it".)   In the process of trying to get her to move the skull, she kicked at us, flipped us off, and moved her little mouth..like she was telling us off.   *sigh*  Not even born, and she has her mama's attitude.  And her father's mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to find a new OB.  Yeah...the one I was seeing prescribed (after two meetings) an anti-depressant that is known to cause birth defects.  Grrr....that is my child he is hurting!  So, I am not taking the meds, and I am finding someone else.    Hopefully this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-114230756893677351?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114230756893677351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114230756893677351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114230756893677351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114230756893677351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-new-student-body-vp-is.html' title='And the new Student Body VP is....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114140654025872739</id><published>2006-03-03T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:22:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better.</title><content type='html'>So, I blew up, yelled, ranted, shoved assignments back at people, went incommunicado, missed some class, and now I feel better.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I went into school Wednesday just long enough to tell people wehere the H*** to shove their ideas and left.  I gave back three projects, in great detail about how they will be finished and when by, and told everyone in ALL of my offices: "If it isn't on my schedule already for March, your answer is no.  DON'T ASK.  And if I don't have concrete plans with you over spring break, don't call me.  I WON'T answer the phone."  I think it was effective. And I feel better.  Now if I could just get my homework all caught up too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and baby appointments.  They were okay, I guess.  Baby is stubborn already!  Took an hour and a half in the ultrasound, but got a lot of pics out of it.  And yesterday, the doctor put me on Zoloft for my depression.  We'll see if it works, but so far all I feel is a big old migraine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it short today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-114140654025872739?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114140654025872739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114140654025872739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114140654025872739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114140654025872739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/03/better.html' title='Better.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114119702708268220</id><published>2006-02-28T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:10:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  I am very close on the verge to melting down.  I am doing way too much, I am doing it by myself.  I don't have enough time for it all.  (I don't even get to sleep tonight, but I need this minute to rant, and hopefully I'll feel better for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting the help or support I need.  BabyDaddy is not the most supportive man in the world, as much as I care for him.  Grr.  He gets sick, I run him over hot, homemade soup.  I, carrying his spawn, would like a steak, which I don't know how to cook well.  Will he come help me?  No.  I get told "Cook it your damn self.  Use the broiler."  (FYI: I have an electric stove.  There is no broiler.)  He gets sick again (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY  &lt;/span&gt;is he getting all the attention while I am the pregnant one?!)  So I go to the store, buy him cold medicine and tea, and myriad things to make him feel better because he is too lazy to take care of himself, and drive it across town to him!  I take an hour that I should, by all rights, be studying, and devote it to him.  So can he spend time with me?  No.  It would inconvenience him.  Should I be worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I am not one to usually cave to petty female jealousy and insecurity.  But WTF is up with all the little girls that post him on his facebook, and that he writes to?  All of his friends are girls...and they are all darn cute too.  Meanwhile, I am growing larger by the day, feeling completely unwanted and unattractive to boot.  What's a girl to do?  I mean, he has to be around for Baby, and he knows it.  But if he isn't meeting my needs as well...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, here's the latest rundown.  9 classes, a week behind in each.  Over a dozen freaking projects.  On my own.  I need help people.  I need help.  I can't do it all alone.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-114119702708268220?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114119702708268220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114119702708268220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114119702708268220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114119702708268220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/02/so_28.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-114065238398479330</id><published>2006-02-22T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:53:04.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm before the storm, or peace after it?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today has been really great.&lt;br /&gt;1:I got to sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;2:I had no meetings (for once) which meant I got to wear (gasp) jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;3:I looked GOOD in said scrubby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;4:I actually got my reading done for one of my classes&lt;br /&gt;5:Baby moved!&lt;br /&gt;6:Baby Daddy and I are on good terms again.&lt;br /&gt;7:I have a foursome for the voting ticket for Student Government elections next month...we are going to be the winning ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...with all the good, is this the calm BEFORE a storm?  Or is it just the peace (finally) after last weekend's big ol' fight with Baby Daddy?  Could be both ways...I am desperately far behind in every single class (I am at least a week behind in each)...and have no idea how on earth I will catch up...plus elections come up soon, and I have over a dozen stupid projects that I am head of (why do people keep giving me responsibility????).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, my independent studies media class that I am taking online has a group project.  My group elected guess who as the leader....yeah, me.  So much for not being in charge.   So much for saying "No." to people.  (Side note: Mom told me on the phone last night that I really need to work on my "no-voice").    AArgh.   Good thing I'm havin' a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-114065238398479330?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/114065238398479330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=114065238398479330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114065238398479330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/114065238398479330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/02/calm-before-storm-or-peace-after-it.html' title='Calm before the storm, or peace after it?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-113980651763604301</id><published>2006-02-12T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:55:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>Life.  Wow.  What a difference a life makes.  And what are we all doing with ours?  I have a bf who feels like she just screwed hers up, a love whose childhood mate just lost his, and a new one growing inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to my girl; you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Hun, it'll get better I swear.  May take a bit, may take some hurt, but you'll recover.  I promise you.  And I'm there through the whole trip; you know this.  I love ya hun, just like a sis.  You'll make it.  It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard when you lose someone, close or not.  I care for you; I'm here whether or not I'm the one you want to come to.  Remember what we talked about....I'll always feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to New Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my confusion right now.  I think I'm starting to realize..and want.. the changes that you mean.  You will be so beautiful in just a few short months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go bawl my eyes out now, contemplate life a bit more, and get back to my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-113980651763604301?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/113980651763604301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=113980651763604301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113980651763604301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113980651763604301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/02/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-113972228084223278</id><published>2006-02-11T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:31:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...I was having a good day.  Really...for once.  And then, i backed out of my apartment parking spot, and I hit a pole.  Oh yeah...my car's rear is smashed.  So I had to call my insurance, and now..I have to go get my car repaired.  Darn it.  Darn it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  the world has a way of telling you that you shouldn't get too excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Baby is still causing me cramps.  Ah well.  Hopefully it gets better soon.  Hoping it's a girl, honestly, but I'm more concerned that I actually want it once it gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CSI is back on.  Got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-113972228084223278?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/113972228084223278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=113972228084223278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113972228084223278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113972228084223278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/02/grr.html' title='Grr!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-113945334839097830</id><published>2006-02-08T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:49:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...things...yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So, uh...I probably should post on here more than once a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Baby is doing okay.  Baby Daddy is....okay.  I am....not always so okay.  Deep thoughts here; sorry.  This one is not a rant or rave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always thought that pregnancy made you want to have a baby.  Not true.  I don't know yet how I feel about Baby.  Sometimes okay; sometimes I don't want it.  Case in point:  I had a Dr. app't last week (finally.)  Last day of January.  Heard the heart beat.  My thought: okay.  It's alive.  It's normal.  Nothing really impressive.  THAT IS NOT HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO FEEL!!  I am supposed to be happy about this; I am supposed to be excited.  I'm neither.  Am I normal?  What if I never want the baby?  What if I never love it?  Does this make me a bad person??Second case in point: went Baby registering this week with bf Liddee...and managed to find minor excitement at some of the cuter little girl dresses.  I thought I was supposed to get giddy?  Apparently not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am struggling with Baby Daddy.  Why?  I love him; he doesn't love me; don't think he ever will.  That's really hard.  I care a lot, but I feel like he doesn't want me around in the girl-friend sort of way.  He doesn't always act like he does at all...how am I supposed to deal with this?  I am not used to not being treated like a princess.  Call me spoiled, but there are certain standards I am used to...like flowers, pretty presents (read sparkly), nice dinners, concern for my opinions/desires/concerns/feelings, a certain level of tact, sophistication/class.  Don't get me wrong; I am sooo proud of him right now for studying and for how hard he's been working. Picked up an extra job to be able to help out when Baby comes...I am soo proud.  But I miss having an actual person around.  And hearing (from his own mouth) that he doesn't like coming over to my apt, and doesn't feel comfortable, is just plain heart-wrenching.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. OMG school is so rough this semester.  Here's a *quick* run-down:  9 classes.  2 are independent study.  And have you ever tried to read Chaucer in Middle English?  Okay...7 student organizations; I am an officer in 5 of them.  And am starting a new group for students with kids.  Add to all of this (which, btw, I could normally handle) the fact that every time I sit down to catch up on my homework (about a week behind in everything) I fall asleep.  Baby is sapping all of my energy; and I do mean all.  Nearly every spare moment of the daytime is devoted to some sort of something...a day off would be so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Depression.  Ahh...something I remember how to do.  Yes, as I was considering states of my relationship at present with Baby Daddy, I had that old familiar thought:  I don't really want to be alive right now.  Add this to the next thought: Even though I am at 16 weeks already, there has to be a doctor out there who will still do an abortion (I am SO sorry Baby.. I really am.)  Yeah, and this whole gaining weight thing is doing a number on me...I know it sounds sick.  I know it.  But four months ago, I wore a size three. I went shopping for work clothes this weekend..and am a perfect size seven.  I have NEVER been this big in my life (I know it's Baby, I know it's not &lt;em&gt;big, &lt;/em&gt;but it's a giant change for me).  It's such a shock.  I look in the mirror, and I don't see attractive. I see fat.  I see ugly, with moody skin, and hair that won't cooperate anymore.  I certainly don't feel beautiful, no matter how much Baby Daddy tells me I am.  I just don't want to go in public some days...it shouldn't bother me, but...&lt;br /&gt;I used to go out to dinner, by myself, have a glass of wine, a good meal, and a decent book....and get looked at.  Or hit on.  Doesn't happen anymore; not only am I not the girl who gets hit on anymore, but I don't even have the inclination to go out.  I miss my old, single, not pregnant life.  I miss going out dancing on Friday and Saturday nights.  I miss being ME.  *pause here for trip to blow nose and sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.  Long post.  Needed it...guess it ended up being a vent after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:  Baby is healthy.  My cramps are from Baby tipping to the right. (oh yeah, i've been having mysterious and concerning cramps that scared the bejesus out of me)  Uhh...got a new job.  Just heard back today.  It's on campus, at the Admissions office.  Get to be a tour guide for potential new students.  Perfect job for me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i have procrastinated from my (already insurmountable) homework.  Better go do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-113945334839097830?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/113945334839097830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=113945334839097830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113945334839097830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113945334839097830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/02/stuffthingsyeah.html' title='Stuff...things...yeah.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-113782184250705676</id><published>2006-01-20T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:37:22.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh, yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So, I have been really irresponsible with this blog.  It's been a while, eh?  Well, new semester, so 9 classes, only 19 credit hours.  Quit my job...too much stress.  Still working on my student organizations, developing two new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Oh, I found out I'm pregnant.  So...I am due August 7th.  Yeah...I'm still deciding how I feel about this, honestly.  Excited, but scared.  Nervous.  But, all will turn out well. Someone wise once said "Sometimes on the way to a dream, you get lost and find a better one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was a few days ago, the 18th.  25...wow.  I refuse to have any more.  That's as old as I'm going to be.  All in all it was a decent day.  Baby's daddy took me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant after I got done with classes, and we spent a nice evening in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of homework, school, and such, I really have nothing going on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-113782184250705676?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/113782184250705676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=113782184250705676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113782184250705676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/113782184250705676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2006/01/uhh-yeah.html' title='Uhh, yeah....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-112832022324043874</id><published>2005-10-02T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:17:03.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing</title><content type='html'>I am not doing a very good job keeping this blog updated.  Well, I suppose it's due to lack of time.  (You try to squeeze in eight classes, six student organizations, a 20-hour a week job, and teach Sunday School in a city that's an hour away!)  Well anyway, the whole Hurricane Katrina shambles has almost blown itself out.  What a waste of life, and what a grand example of incompetence at all levels of government.  The whole thing was a giant travesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should any survivors or Louisiana/Mississippi residents read this, please know: I pray for you all daily.  My heart goes out to you all, and to your families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that aside, I returned this week from a short trip (3 days) to Seattle...ahh.  To be again in one of my favorite (liberal) states...to sit in a restaurant and not breathe in someone else's smoke...this must be what heaven is like.  I miss it already.  As to the purpose of my trip, the love of my life has returned from fighting an emperor's war in Iraq...I can now sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are going well; I recieved an award yesterday afternoon at the Honor's Convocation.  There really is not much interesting going on in my life right now, other than that I am extremely busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-112832022324043874?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/112832022324043874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=112832022324043874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112832022324043874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112832022324043874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/10/failing.html' title='Failing'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-112285563356821254</id><published>2005-07-31T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:20:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition..</title><content type='html'>You probably noticed that I said "new beau."  Naturally that implies that Mr. Perfect was not perfect; in fact, he was an inept, sophomoric imbecile who required immediate removal from my life....I figured that was self-evident, but wasn't sure as to whether there would be any misconception.  My apologies.  Also, I apologize to any of you poor young women who have had or will have the misfortune of meeting said imbecile.  Should you run across him accidentally, or any of the rest of the male species who behave thus, dispose of him immediately.  It is for your own good.  Now go find a good man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-112285563356821254?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/112285563356821254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=112285563356821254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112285563356821254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112285563356821254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/07/addition.html' title='Addition..'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-112285526463213009</id><published>2005-07-31T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:14:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a long time since i've been on here!  I'll only update a little today, then, and leave the rest for tomorrow..it'll give me something to do!  What first....a list!  Oh, I love lists!  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Moved to Fort Wayne...hello Canterbury Green.&lt;br /&gt;2.  New beau.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Went to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Discovered new purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with number one, and see where this leads us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take the commute any more.  So I moved.  Packed right up, and came closer to the university.  It is definitely worth it.  Been two months now, and let me tell you.  I love it.    And the new beau, well, he's really not new.   We were together before I moved to Indiana, last year, and well, we split because he went to Iraq and I went to school.  He came to visit me on his mid-tour leave, and after my several dating fiascos of late, I rediscovered why we had been together in the first place.  So, we are back together.  Sort of....he's back in Iraq, which means I miss him terribly.  And which also provides me with enough spitfire to ridicule any decisions to keep our troops in Iraq! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this has been a big enough update for one afternoon....I'll try to add more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-112285526463213009?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/112285526463213009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=112285526463213009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112285526463213009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/112285526463213009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111505524388088490</id><published>2005-05-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:34:03.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals week....</title><content type='html'>mixed feelings this week.  I am somewhere between "yay it's almost over!!" and "holy crap, I need to study!"  There's also a little bit of (okay, a LOT of) remorse over the recent demise of my (new) car.  And a little bit of "why does my brain work the way it does?"  Case in point:  I just finished a political science exam.  I remembered that Tamil-Nadu is a state in India, off the coast of Sri Lanka, I remembered that Taiwan is also called Formosa, but some how, I forgot that the fourth of Asia's Four little dragons is Hong Kong.  (incidentally, the other three are Taiwan, Singapore, and South Korea.)   How does my brain do this????furthermore, how did I make it this far with my brain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the search is on to replace my beautiful car.  it was a 98 mercury tracer, until someone pulled out in front of  me, causeing me to swerve around them, lose control and traction, narrowly miss a street sign, and plunge backward up an embankment.  I owned it a whole 5 days.   Well, we shall see what I can find now.  *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111505524388088490?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111505524388088490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111505524388088490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111505524388088490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111505524388088490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/05/finals-week.html' title='Finals week....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111444160834510029</id><published>2005-04-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:06:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.student.ipfw.edu/~cripaj01/2nd%20class%20index.htm"&gt;hypertext accompaniment &lt;/a&gt;to my research paper!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111444160834510029?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111444160834510029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111444160834510029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111444160834510029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111444160834510029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111444146267911719</id><published>2005-04-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:04:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>HA HA!!  I figured it out!!  Here is that &lt;a href="http://www.student.ipfw.edu/~cripaj01/secondclasspaper.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; that I promised.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other important things....Finals (ew.)  are next week.  Oh, and I finally got a vehicle.  (My little car is so cute!  98 Mercury Tracer.....)   Let's see, what else.  hmmm...Ah. The trip to Rome.  Right now I plan to take my laptop with me, and so hopefully I'll be able to update this blog from the convent we are staying in for fourteen days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else much is going on...just trying to keep a 4.0 gpa and maintain my sanity amidst an upcoming seven finals.  (wish me luck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111444146267911719?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111444146267911719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111444146267911719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111444146267911719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111444146267911719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111308677220774217</id><published>2005-04-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:46:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It feels so good to accomplish things, especially after spending about two weeks procrastinating.   "If you wait until the last minute to do everything, it only takes a minute to get it done."  &lt;br /&gt;So I have finished my research paper.  YAY!!!  And that means my works cited page is done as well.  Here, for the first time in public, my research paper and works cited!!! Uhhh..ok.  So i can't attach it from my computer.  Well, enjoy the suspense until Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-111308677220774217?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111308677220774217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111308677220774217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111308677220774217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111308677220774217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111261737842775689</id><published>2005-04-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T05:22:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>On the upside, I am over half done on the patchwork quilt that I am making by hand for my grandmother.  Ok, so it's not my research paper, but hey, I have a "life" too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111261737842775689?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111261737842775689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111261737842775689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111261737842775689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111261737842775689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111261728930551986</id><published>2005-04-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T05:21:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Works cited????</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I am supposed to be posting my works cited page to my paper for Honors composition..you know, the one where I kvetch about women being held back in America?  Well, lo and behold, I don't have it done yet.  Hey, I just realized I'm not perfect.  Ok, I will have it done later this week tomorrow with any luck.)  Sorry about that.  I am sure everyone was simply on the edge of their seats waiting for it.  One more day won't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111261728930551986?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111261728930551986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111261728930551986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111261728930551986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111261728930551986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/works-cited.html' title='Works cited????'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111238152639294190</id><published>2005-04-01T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:52:06.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCLB paper</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is that paper.  &lt;a href="http://www.students.ipfw.edu/~cripaj01/HON101%20paper[1].wps.mht"&gt;Read it&lt;/a&gt;, and let me know what you think about the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111238152639294190?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111238152639294190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111238152639294190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111238152639294190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111238152639294190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/nclb-paper_111238152639294190.html' title='NCLB paper'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111236681949431650</id><published>2005-04-01T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T06:46:59.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Looking back over the history of my blog (hasn't it grown!!)  I realized that I started griping about the No Child Left Behind Act several weeks ago.  Well, I finished a dissertation on such for my Honor's Discussion class; I will try to find a way to attach it later this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111236681949431650?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111236681949431650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111236681949431650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236681949431650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236681949431650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111236579279803946</id><published>2005-04-01T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T06:29:52.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original intent...</title><content type='html'>I got sidetracked by the imbecile who impeded my good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Terry Schiavo:  Rest in peace.  At 41 years of age, she passed away yesterday, finally succombing to death.  God be with her, and with her family - all of them.  It is disgusting that her husband and parents could not rise above their petty individual beliefs, and just let her go.  Their bitter arguing, and the public voyeurism, could not have helped her in any way; now, she has peace.  Death is one of those controversial issues, where ethics really aren't clear anymore; understandably people can be very selfish with it as well.  We want to keep our loved ones always; sometimes, that simply is impossible, and holding onto life just for the sake of our memories is wrong.  At the same time, fighting over it with someone's parents..going to court for "possesion" of another person...that is also wrong.  While I agree with neither side of the argument, I am glad, for Terry, that it's over.  &lt;em&gt;In Pace requiescat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111236579279803946?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111236579279803946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111236579279803946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236579279803946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236579279803946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/original-intent.html' title='Original intent...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111236338557315026</id><published>2005-04-01T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:49:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>I was having a good morning.  I got two extra hours of sleep, it's sunny and warm; I intended to proceed to the computer lab on campus and write a nice peaceful tribute to Tery Schiavo.  BUT. As I walked across campus, some &lt;em&gt;cretan&lt;/em&gt; had to call out "Nice Legs!" across the parking lot; I was the only other person there.  Then he had to repeat himself, and when I didn't respond, felt the urge to express his true neandertal nature, and yell "hello!"  several times, because obviously, I hadn't heard his raucous babblings of male testosterone already.  Yes I am in a skirt.  Yes, I know I have nice legs.  That doesn't need brought to the attention of the entire campus, thank you very much.  I am not on display, and I am not in college to be admired for my appearance.  I have a mirror that tells me what I look like every morning.  So what is it about men that as soon as a woman is in a skirt, they become examples of de-evolution?  grrrrrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111236338557315026?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111236338557315026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111236338557315026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236338557315026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111236338557315026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111230886671738516</id><published>2005-03-31T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:41:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have decided that, in advent of my life being perfect right now, I shall publish a list of the Top Ten Reasons It Rocks To Be Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   I have met (and fallen in love with) the Perfect Man, who does not demand that I give up my hopes and dreams just because I am the woman, and that's what's expected.  (yay him!!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Said Perfect Man is assisting me in getting a vehicle purely out of the kindness of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have straight A's thus far this semester, while tackling a whopping 19 credit hours.  Yet again, I shall come out with a 4.0 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The financial aid department has increased my Stafford Loan by $3,000, leaving me eligible for $10,500 in student aid. &lt;br /&gt;5.  I recieve said student aid in just 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The Department of Continuing Studies has agreed to hold my application and wait for my financial aid to come through, since I was unable to pay the downpayment for a class that requires a trip to Rome.  (Italy, not Indiana.)  The downpayment was actually due the 28th of March...so thank you to all of the kind ladies in DCS.  (side note..IPFW rocks.  seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am going to Rome.  (thank you again, DCS.)&lt;br /&gt;8.  I get college credit for going to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I got to register as a Senior..because I am a Senior!!!(finally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number ten reason it rocks to be me...&lt;br /&gt;10.  I figured out a way to graduate a year early (2008) and only have to take two summers of classes....yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-111230886671738516?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111230886671738516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111230886671738516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111230886671738516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111230886671738516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111230807723685076</id><published>2005-03-31T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:27:57.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sorry about my recent hiatus...my week has been chaotic.  I came down ill, fell in love, all of those things that take up large amounts of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...on with the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to my research project, I have been checking out EBSCOhost frequently.  I found that the best keywords for my search were feminism, equal rights, discrimination, and women&gt;politics.  Each search yielded literally 1000's of full text documents, which I narrowed down until I obtained a "few".  (comparatively.)   I think I have more than enough to type my paper several times with different quotes and perspectives each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed my outline, and will be working for the rest of the week on assembling the body of the paper.  I expect to be finished by next week at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/11067914-111230807723685076?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111230807723685076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111230807723685076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111230807723685076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111230807723685076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111115217162348750</id><published>2005-03-18T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:22:51.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, what a night..</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to attend the Honors Omnibus Lecture last night, as well as a reception beforehand at Chancellor Wartell's residence.  It was quite an affair.  As usual, I sought out the guest speaker [David Brooks, op-ed columnist for the New York Times] and introduced myself, and in the process, met former Mayor Paul Helmke.  Both are noted Republicans; I myseld lean toward Democrat, but am definitely a liberal.  I was glad that neither was discussing anything too political, or I may have begun a debate.&lt;br /&gt;The lecture was okay, until the end.  I mentioned, during the time allotted for questions, that he had mentioed several key reforms, but said nothing about education reform.  I asked how, if our government cannot afford the promises it has already made constituents, as Mr. Brooks stated, that it would afford any sort of education reform.  HE DIDN'T ANSWER.  He tiptoed around it, mentioning how he felt education reform needed reformed.  Nothing about how it's going to be paid for!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111115217162348750?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111115217162348750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111115217162348750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111115217162348750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111115217162348750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-what-night.html' title='Wow, what a night..'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111098183238619423</id><published>2005-03-16T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:03:52.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tribe has spoken....</title><content type='html'>Harvard President Larry Summers received a vote of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;no-confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; today, according to the New York Times; the count was 218 to 185, no close call.  Much of the outcome was based upon his disparraging remarks toward women, back in January.  It is about time that women stand up for themselves!!! This is a definite signal that women are not to be called inferior by anyone, no matter how high of office they hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111098183238619423?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111098183238619423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111098183238619423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111098183238619423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111098183238619423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/tribe-has-spoken.html' title='The tribe has spoken....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-111023497349426534</id><published>2005-03-07T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:36:13.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEXIS-NEXIS</title><content type='html'>I got on to Lexis-Nexis to find some sources for my research paper, on Women as Second Class citizens.  It was a little difficult...I managed to find several sources on Equal Rights Legislation, and on Gender Discrimination, but no concrete evidence to back up my point.  Most of the Gender Discrimination articles were about gay rights.   I ended up using a different search host, and checking out a myriad of books from the University Library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-111023497349426534?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/111023497349426534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=111023497349426534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111023497349426534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/111023497349426534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/lexis-nexis.html' title='LEXIS-NEXIS'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110995537849998807</id><published>2005-03-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:56:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can we rise if we hold each other back?</title><content type='html'>I have been reading Rachel Simmons' "Odd Girl Out"; it is a novel discussing the hidden culture of aggression amongst women, and especially, teenage girls in America.  The most disturbing trend that she has cited so far is not that girls group up in cliques to torment one other girl, or that the other girl changes frequently; it is in fact the tendency of that one girl, when given a spot of popularity, to turn around and &lt;em&gt;do the same thing right back&lt;/em&gt;.  Let me ask, how are women to collectively encourage each other to stand up, to be assertive, and to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that we are indeed worthy, if we consistently put each other down?  Instead, we need to reinforce to one another that all of us are created beautiful, talented, and worthwhile...period.  We need not to be jealous of another girl's gifts...we each have our own. &lt;br /&gt;As a young woman who once suffered for years...most of elementary and secondary school, in fact, as the "odd girl out", let me say first..I am discovering why.  Knowing that we are talented, and telling people we know we are talented, is simply unacceptable in this day and age for young women.  It is seen as haughty, snobbish, demeaning to others...just plain not nice.  Instead of accepting that all women are gifted in their own way, we tend to take others' compliments to theirselves ("I am smart..that test was easy.") as insults to ourselves ("You must be stupid if you thought that was hard.")  Let me, secondly, apologize to all of those other girls out there whom I belittled, stepped on, and hurt in my ignorance; I am sorry.  You all know who you are.  I am truly sorry, and I pray that it hasn't affected your life and ability to see yourselves as the wonderful, blessed individuals you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, Ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110995537849998807?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110995537849998807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110995537849998807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110995537849998807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110995537849998807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-can-we-rise-if-we-hold-each-other.html' title='How can we rise if we hold each other back?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110991206419868429</id><published>2005-03-03T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:54:24.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about TIME..</title><content type='html'>Finally, a valid response to &lt;a href="http://www.president.harvard.edu/speeches/2005/nber.html"&gt;Larry Summers&lt;/a&gt;.....Time Magazine this month has published a &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/covers/1101050307/story.html"&gt;rebuttal&lt;/a&gt; to Summers' infuriating speech earlier this year claiming that women are unsuccessful due to, among other reasons, a predetermined biological inferiority to men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110991206419868429?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110991206419868429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110991206419868429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110991206419868429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110991206419868429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about TIME..'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110979553886105940</id><published>2005-03-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:32:18.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a tangent.....</title><content type='html'>The whole federal act of legislating schools....In other words, No Child Left Behind Act...Is upsetting me to no end.  There is something wrong with telling our youth "it doesn't matter how much effort you put in, you'll still graduate with your peers."  Since when did society all get promoted at once?  Since when has there been success for everyone regardless of effort?  I sincerely hope this act is repealed by the time I &lt;em&gt;earn&lt;/em&gt; my teaching degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110979553886105940?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110979553886105940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110979553886105940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110979553886105940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110979553886105940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-tangent.html' title='On a tangent.....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110977201532112211</id><published>2005-03-02T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:00:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More on women as second class citizens....why is it that everytime I get involved in a serious relationship, once we progress tot he point that we &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; end up; staying together indefinitely, I am expected to relinquish my hopes, dreams, goals, and future living place for that of the &lt;em&gt;male&lt;/em&gt;?  Why shouldn't &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; have to decide that his future goals aren't as important as mine?  Grrr....anyone else experience this phenomenon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110977201532112211?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110977201532112211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110977201532112211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110977201532112211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110977201532112211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-on-women-as-second-class-citizens.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110939192310054120</id><published>2005-02-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:25:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a different note...</title><content type='html'>On a completely different note, my Ladies' Bible study group also quilts, before our classes, and I have taken up the hobby as well.  My first project is a quilt for my grandmother, as a Christmas present.  It's coming along beautifully, so far; I have completed four of my patchwork squares for it.  I am doing all of the sewing by hand, so it's slow going, but well worth the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110939192310054120?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110939192310054120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110939192310054120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110939192310054120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110939192310054120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-different-note.html' title='On a different note...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110939174643602846</id><published>2005-02-25T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:22:26.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued....</title><content type='html'>I thought I would add onto my post from last night.  This topic is something that has been bugging me for quite a while now; I feel that it is important for all people to realize that women, however "liberated", are still regarded as second class in our country. This concept is something that I tend to get quite passionate over, and I am sure my family, at least, are tired of hearing about it.  So, I will focus all of my passion into my research, instead of at the dinner table.   So far, I am thinking of incorporating &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A27819-2005Jan21.html"&gt;Larry Summers' &lt;/a&gt;speech that he gave at Harvard earlier this year.  I also intend to argue that women, per hour, make less than men at the same job with the same level of experience and education.  It's not fair.  Women are not equal in this country.  So far I have found 4 articles out of the text, as well, that support my claim.  Any other advice is welcome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110939174643602846?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110939174643602846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110939174643602846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110939174643602846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110939174643602846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/02/continued.html' title='Continued....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11067914.post-110930360115881172</id><published>2005-02-24T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:53:21.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Class Citizens....</title><content type='html'>So I thought for my first post, I would share my idea for my researched argument...I've decided that my topic will be women as second class citizens in America.  Any ideas on research for and against this?  Let me know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11067914-110930360115881172?l=aliciacripps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/feeds/110930360115881172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11067914&amp;postID=110930360115881172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110930360115881172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11067914/posts/default/110930360115881172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciacripps.blogspot.com/2005/02/second-class-citizens.html' title='Second Class Citizens....'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683074862782661813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
