<?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-4011629095945434572</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:22:23.917-05:00</updated><category term='Lighthouse PATH'/><category term='June Carter'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Grosse Pointe'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Discount Tire'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='cure blindness'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='United Way of Southeast Michigan'/><category term='Detroit Free Press'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='First Step'/><category term='Abraham 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Tigers'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Coney Island'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='2010'/><category term='NOLA'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Rebuilding'/><category term='Rent'/><category term='Eastern Market'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Boyz II Men'/><category term='Curtis Granderson'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Dolly&apos;s Pizza'/><category term='Autism'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='history'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='public relations'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Model D'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Americana'/><category term='Gleaners Food Bank'/><category term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>Staircase to Earth's Loveliness</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about the many things I find lovely and inspirational in life - whether it be music, random thoughts or my passion for Motown. Inspired by Michelangelo's quote: "My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth's loveliness."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2368475844019234920</id><published>2010-07-04T19:16:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:26:24.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grosse Pointe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Finding Historical Charm at the Eleanor &amp; Edsel Ford House in Grosse Pointe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490404284585856546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TDHVm4AFziI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2Avv-5TZ2Vg/s320/Ford+House.JPG" /&gt;Last week I visited the &lt;a href="http://www.fordhouse.org/"&gt;Eleanor &amp;amp; Edsel Ford House &lt;/a&gt;in Grosse Pointe with the lady I can always count on doing historical/cultural things with me: my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just start off by saying this place is a mecca of cool I didn't even know existed until my company started doing work with them a few years back. After hearing my colleagues describe the place to media (this is not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; client), I decided this should be on my "things to do in the Detroit area" list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;History? &lt;em&gt;Check.&lt;/em&gt; Fab Detroitness? &lt;em&gt;Check.&lt;/em&gt; Charming place to eat? &lt;em&gt;Check.&lt;/em&gt; What more could a gal want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to the tour, we checked out &lt;a href="http://detroitadventurepass.org/rebuild/"&gt;Macy's adventure passes&lt;/a&gt; so we were able to tour FOR FREE. (If you're unfamiliar, see &lt;a href="http://detroitadventurepass.org/rebuild/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;: it's a fantastic program made possible with the help of local libraries). Had we not gotten in for free, it would have cost $10 for me and $9 for my mom (a senior) and it would have been worth every single penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our time on the grounds watching a short film about the lives and family of Eleanor and Edsel. This was a fantastic way to start, as it really laid the groundwork of what the family was about - each other, arts/culture/history and philanthrophy. Through the film, I really gained a respect for the family (Edsel is the only son of Henry, the entreprenuer behind &lt;a href="http://www.ford.com/"&gt;Ford Motor Co.&lt;/a&gt;) and their passion for Detroit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the film, we were driven in a mini-bus to the home where we were greeted by a tour guide, who was an adorable and knowledgeable older lady. She walked us through a chunk of the home, stopping to tell stories about the family along the way. One of my favorite rooms showcased the wedding dresses of some of the Ford women. They were beautiful (and &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was truly a masterpiece. It was really interesting to hear about the history of each item that adorned the walls - from 16th century wood brought over from England to pieces of art by some of my fave French artists such as &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1R2ADRA_enUS365&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=degas+paintings&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g2g-m1&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;gs_rfai="&gt;Degas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1R2ADRA_enUS365&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=cezzane+paintings&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;gs_rfai="&gt;Cezanne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1R2ADRA_enUS365&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=van+gogh+paintings&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g4g-m3&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;gs_rfai="&gt;Van Gogh&lt;/a&gt; and even pieces from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Han_Dynasty"&gt;Han Dynasty &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ming_Dynasty"&gt;Ming Dynasty&lt;/a&gt; (super-de-duperly old). The dining room was really neat and we learned the family dined there every night by candlelight (there were no lights in the room).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was friends with Eleanor after the tour, as I and greatly admired her passion for the arts in Detroit. One neat thing I learned was that the family kept the &lt;a href="http://www.dia.org/"&gt;Detroit Institute of the Arts&lt;/a&gt; open during the depression by paying for the salaries of the employees. For that, us Detroiters should be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490405174506735058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TDHWarNwxdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/iuTtHe-j8xI/s320/Rose+Garden+-+Frog.JPG" /&gt;After we walked through the house, we toured the grounds, including seeing the Ford's amazing pool, Josephine Ford's playhouse version of the house (pictured below) and a beautiful rose garden that made us feel like we were in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490404652851843794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TDHV8T5i0tI/AAAAAAAAAzs/EVbnGvXwJTI/s320/J%27s+Playhouse.JPG" /&gt;After the tour, we stopped for lunch at the newly opened &lt;a href="http://www.fordhouse.org/uploaded_pics/pdf/pdf-20100208155133.pdf"&gt;Cotswold Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. At the cafe, we ordered quiche and a Maurice Salad (my favorite item from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hudson"&gt;J.L. Hudson&lt;/a&gt;, Eleanor's uncle), which were pretty yummy, but the best part was the dessert - a pear and cranberry cobbler that was absolutely delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're fascinated by Detroit history, art and culture or even need an impressive place for a date, check this historical gem out. Plus, it's a great excuse to drive down Lake Shore Drive and admire the beautiful historical homes that have put Grosse Pointe on the map. Can't wait to go back for the additional tours available...and one day, take my little girl there to see our history trapped in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2368475844019234920?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2368475844019234920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2368475844019234920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2368475844019234920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2368475844019234920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/07/finding-historical-charm-at-eleanor.html' title='Finding Historical Charm at the Eleanor &amp; Edsel Ford House in Grosse Pointe'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TDHVm4AFziI/AAAAAAAAAzk/2Avv-5TZ2Vg/s72-c/Ford+House.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-977387412618204472</id><published>2010-05-31T21:15:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:33:57.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><title type='text'>My 'I Heart Michigan' Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kurtskelly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Michigan-talk_to_the_hand_tshirt-p235843163410365883yzs4_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477626266065406962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TARwETkti_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/IenmUVNypSE/s320/Talk+to+the+hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Michigan and I can't imagine living in any other state. Yes, it gets cold. But not extremely cold. Yes, it can be humid, but it doesn't generally get past 100 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have very few &lt;em&gt;killer&lt;/em&gt; tornadoes. We don't get hurricanes, earthquakes or tsunamis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have all four seasons. We have grass, trees, cultural institutions, award-winning restaurants and wine. We have National Coney Island, Faygo, Better Made, Garden Fresh, GM, Ford and my fave ice cream - Hudsonville. And the best part - we have lakes upon lakes covering our beautiful state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michigan has gotten a bad rap due to our reliance on the auto industry and high unemployment rates. But nowhere is perfect. Michigan is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being on the lake today, I've felt inspired to make a mix for Michigan. For a day on the lake, cruising the shore, tubing/skiing, watching a Michigan sunset - these are some of my fave jams to listen to that remind me of my fair state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUxXZdv8D2U"&gt;Especially in Michigan&lt;/a&gt; - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwIGZLjugKA"&gt;All Summer Long&lt;/a&gt; - Kid Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fel1xOslUw"&gt;Free&lt;/a&gt; - Zac Brown Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrCfY9FKeHc"&gt;The Life&lt;/a&gt; - Kenny Chesney (just imagine Michigan, not Mexico!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZGHTkmhxgQ"&gt;We're Going To Be Friends&lt;/a&gt; - The White Stripes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UN0A6h9Wc5c"&gt;All This Beauty&lt;/a&gt; - The Weepies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYPqA4slnbQ"&gt;Put Your Hands Up For Detroit&lt;/a&gt; - Fedde Le Grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARIr6S_0lAQ"&gt;The Lighthouse's Tale&lt;/a&gt; - Nickel Creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5D4Trt7AiA"&gt;Lucky Man&lt;/a&gt; - Montgomery Gentry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIuo0KIqD_E"&gt;One Piece At A Time&lt;/a&gt; - Johnny Cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mw4xI4xkeyo"&gt;Boat Drinks &lt;/a&gt;- Jimmy Buffet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n147mDjm5bs"&gt;Northern Michigan&lt;/a&gt; - Jill Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR0CWvbl51o"&gt;Half Acre&lt;/a&gt; - Hem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEaz5DPmoaY"&gt;Lie In Our Graves&lt;/a&gt; - Dave Matthews Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this weekend is a barometer for the summer ahead, we're in for a wonderful one. Cheers to the only state where you can use your hand to show where you live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-977387412618204472?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/977387412618204472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=977387412618204472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/977387412618204472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/977387412618204472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-i-heart-michigan-mix.html' title='My &apos;I Heart Michigan&apos; Mix'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/TARwETkti_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/IenmUVNypSE/s72-c/Talk+to+the+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6563682343915374916</id><published>2010-05-23T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:43:20.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinley'/><title type='text'>Introducing #BabyWeber, Kinley Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S_nIiPRzS1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/kY8vv_YROfc/s1600/Kinley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627312587852626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S_nIiPRzS1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/kY8vv_YROfc/s320/Kinley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you were conceived, I wanted you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you were born, I loved you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you were here an hour, I would die for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the miracle of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Maureen Hawkins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been awhile since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say my brain has been occupied with something new going on in my life: pregnancy! I am not in any way finished blogging just because I am anticipating MAJOR changes in my life, but obviously it's not going to be as consistent. Regardless, I will try my darnest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been so happy in my entire life. Sounds corny, but ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to be a mom. I'm a nurturer by nature and just have always known it's my lot in life to take care of a wee human being. Coupled with my amazing husband, I have no doubt that it's going to be the most exciting adventure of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My time lately has been spent sleeping (esp. at the beginning) and reading stacks of books on pregnancy, baby bargains, breastfeeding and infant care. I know nothing in the books can prepare me for what's ahead, but having a bit more working knowledge for what I'm in for has been a sigh of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 21 weeks along already - just over halfway there! And we know it's a girl - Kinley (prncd. kin-lee) Marie to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's logic behind the name:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kinley is the road Jason grew up on and where his family's homestead is. With his grandpa passing away last fall, it seemed fitting to have the name be a part of him in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Upon researching the name, we discovered it's Irish (brings my heritage in a bit!) and means "Fair Warrior." With a meaning like that, she's bound to be a bad a$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It starts with the letter K. Since we're &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ason &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;auren, it seems only fitting that we utilize the letter that is in between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marie, yes, the cliche middle name for a girl. Well, not to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Marie is my middle name, my mom's middle name, my grandma's middle name and my great-grandma's middle name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Marie is Jason's mom's middle name as well. And it's his amazing grandma's first name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winner winner chicken dinner! Glad it's a girl just for the sheer fact we knew her name even before she was conceived and we were lost when it came to boy names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gobs of posts stored in my mind ranging from education to art and the top things I want to show Kinley about Detroit that will take time to write. Be patient and know I will be back again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6563682343915374916?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6563682343915374916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6563682343915374916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6563682343915374916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6563682343915374916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/05/introducing-babyweber-kinley-marie.html' title='Introducing #BabyWeber, Kinley Marie'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S_nIiPRzS1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/kY8vv_YROfc/s72-c/Kinley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3763023458237934023</id><published>2010-02-09T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:08:49.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary Project'/><title type='text'>Word-Up Ya'll: Talk Trash for a Rockin' Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S3CXgv7eyuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9ZRAGSHjYmM/s1600-h/word-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436011339113745122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S3CXgv7eyuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9ZRAGSHjYmM/s320/word-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just sharing the latest and greatest on our female blogger collaboration with &lt;a href="http://operationkidequip.org/"&gt;Operation: Kid Equip&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://word.eventbrite.com/"&gt;Word-Up &lt;/a&gt;- a trash talkin' tennis tourney for a cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Feb. 27th, from 9-11 p.m. at the Birmingham Racquet Club, area bloggers and social media enthusiasts will step out from behind the safety of their monitors and iPhones to face off. For a group of Detroiters accustomed to scrapping out turf in the cyber world by skillfully lobbing poignant barbs, placing the perfect spin on headlines and relying on the fastest servers, the opportunity to see who rises to the top in a face-to-face battle of good ole' fashion trash talk was too much to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds from the event will go to Operation: Kid Equip to help complete their mission of arming area third graders with dictionaries. We're currently raising funds for Hazel Park and need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up &lt;a href="http://word.eventbrite.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to play, attend, support or sponsor Word-Up. You may as well, cuz if you don't, we'll just talk trash about you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious as to how this will work, just check out the event's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=287614312029"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Warning: Trash talk will be flying at this event and is more than likely to land out of bounds at times. All attendees, playing or not, should arrive with well-padded egos.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-event registration prices range from $10-$30, but feel free to make a donation if you aren't able to attend. Door prices are $10 more per ticket (depending on availability).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't play tennis, but this will definitely be something worth seeing, or shall I say hearing? Crazy 70's gear is encouraged, so bring out the tube socks and shorty shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WORD-UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436008665621872114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S3CVFIZWPfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/V43BnQWxCRU/s320/usopen5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/9403165203/6245843522/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/07/19/usopen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (or happy?) Andy Roddick photo cred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3763023458237934023?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3763023458237934023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3763023458237934023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3763023458237934023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3763023458237934023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-up-yall-talk-trash-for-rockin.html' title='Word-Up Ya&apos;ll: Talk Trash for a Rockin&apos; Cause'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S3CXgv7eyuI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9ZRAGSHjYmM/s72-c/word-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6875014172836907490</id><published>2010-01-20T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:17:33.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Prayers for Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Americas/2010/0117/Haiti-earthquake-Hymns-and-hope-on-a-Sunday"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428933439794242802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1dyMyQs5PI/AAAAAAAAAy0/H1f3dfefbCk/s320/0117-HaitiChurch3_full_380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo cred: from the &lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/"&gt;Christian Science Monitor&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read the story behind the photo &lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Americas/2010/0117/Haiti-earthquake-Hymns-and-hope-on-a-Sunday"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6875014172836907490?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6875014172836907490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6875014172836907490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6875014172836907490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6875014172836907490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday-prayers-for-haiti.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Prayers for Haiti'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1dyMyQs5PI/AAAAAAAAAy0/H1f3dfefbCk/s72-c/0117-HaitiChurch3_full_380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4625959750050070734</id><published>2010-01-18T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:36:50.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Dictionary Project Update: Some Delivered, but Still a Great Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1OKNygG-xI/AAAAAAAAAyc/IBMP4n9TZBw/s1600-h/Nikki+and+Jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427833945410960146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1OKNygG-xI/AAAAAAAAAyc/IBMP4n9TZBw/s320/Nikki+and+Jen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There we were. Standing in the library of &lt;a href="http://www.ferndaleschools.org/schools/jfk/index.html"&gt;John F. Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; elementary school in Ferndale when all of the sudden...massive amounts of 3rd graders come at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only means one thing: we reached our &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-operation-kid-equip-empower-local.html"&gt;goal&lt;/a&gt; of being able to provide dictionaries to every third grader in the Ferndale school district!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, the gals from the &lt;a href="http://operationkidequip.org/"&gt;Operation: Kid Equip &lt;/a&gt;(OKE) female blogger collaboration and Menachem, the co-founder and brains behind OKE came together to deliver dictionaries to our first school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was nothing short of amazing. The principal announced us and explained to the children that we were sharing our passion for writing with them by giving them a great tool - a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427837807364914866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1ONulZrvrI/AAAAAAAAAys/lyB-eSLUE_k/s320/Cute+Girl+with+dictionary.jpg" /&gt;The children crowded around us, each getting up to receive a dictionary of their very own. We received many thanks, but the cutest of all were all the HUGS we received. Once seated again, the students thumbed through the book, which was easy to navigate for a 3rd grader and they all quickly found other nuggets of wisdom in the book such as sign language and the longest word known to man. I showed a little girl how I sign my name and encouraged her to learn how to sign her own name and then look up words in the dictionary and figure out how to sign those. Here she is signing away:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427834270233631442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1OKgsj3mtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/NSLC1Ue80mE/s320/Kids+with+dictionaries.JPG" /&gt;Following the distribution, the principal asked the students how receiving a dictionary made them feel inside and the students were quick to raise their hands to share: excited, happy and LOVED. To think a simple act of giving away a dictionary could make a child feel loved was the best feeling ever. We all departed feeling pretty darn good about ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The need train doesn't stop here though. We still need to distribute many more dictionaries to area children. And our next stop is Hazel Park, an Oakland County city that has been hit very hard by the economy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To those asking "Why Oakland County and not Detroit proper?" listen up:&lt;br /&gt;Oakland County is often noted as one of the "richest" counties in the state. However, that really isn't true these days -- not in Michigan's economy especially. However, because of this notion, many times children in Oakland County are overlooked. As &lt;a href="http://operationkidequip.org/?p=182"&gt;OKE's research&lt;/a&gt; has shown, many school districts have gone up dramatically in the past few years with the school's free and reduced lunch program, which generally is an indicator of the need. One district in dire need is Hazel Park, which has recently surpassed Pontiac's need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping out is simple. For a $20 donation, you can supply eight third graders with dictionaries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Click &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/us/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&amp;amp;SESSION=q2NWj1beHCDaqPEnBL7lqNZRFP1T0liHQ6WKIk555NIF4AEcjF968X_VEQ4&amp;amp;dispatch=5885d80a13c0db1ffc45dc241d84e953c6c47237de2bc4f5b43fafc6513a8a86"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make a PayPal donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mail a check to:&lt;br /&gt;Operation: Kid Equip&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 364&lt;br /&gt;Royal Oak, MI 48068-0364&lt;br /&gt;*Write Dictionary Project in the memo line*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Contact menachem[at]operationkidequip.org to make a credit card or other form of payment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So on this Martin Luther King Day as we reflect on how our country has progressed through the years, let us also reflect on something very important he said many years ago: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special props to the other Detroit-area bloggers making this possible: Erin Rose of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivedetroit.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Positive Detroit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Becks Davis of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.detroitmoxie.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detroit Moxie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Nikki Stephan of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creativity, Love, Happiness &amp;amp; All That Falls Between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and Jennifer Wright of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookingglasslane.com/wordpress/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking Glass Lane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. If you'd like to join the collaboration, contact Erin at positivedetroit[at]gmail.com.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to Becks Davis of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detroitmoxie.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detroit Moxie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the adorable photo in the middle of the girl with the dictionary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4625959750050070734?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4625959750050070734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4625959750050070734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4625959750050070734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4625959750050070734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/dictionary-project-update-some.html' title='Dictionary Project Update: Some Delivered, but Still a Great Need'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1OKNygG-xI/AAAAAAAAAyc/IBMP4n9TZBw/s72-c/Nikki+and+Jen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6415517153702672662</id><published>2010-01-17T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:21:00.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song(s): Songs About Detroit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I_qUJ5hnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f02CrmdFL20/s1600-h/detroit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427470497132152434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I_qUJ5hnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f02CrmdFL20/s320/detroit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out this sweet Wikipedia entry of songs that were written about Detroit. I had no idea our fair city was so popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_songs_about_Detroit"&gt;Wiki entry on songs about Detroit&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's your standard Detroiters on the list - Eminem, Kid Rock and a pleuthora of Detroit-area bands, but there's also a whole slew of other random artists as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad the city provides inspiration to some rockin' musicians! I feel a new playlist coming on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6415517153702672662?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6415517153702672662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6415517153702672662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6415517153702672662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6415517153702672662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-songs-music-for-detroit.html' title='Sunday Song(s): Songs About Detroit'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I_qUJ5hnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f02CrmdFL20/s72-c/detroit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6592872361939040744</id><published>2010-01-16T16:16:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:16:07.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Web Stuff'/><title type='text'>Looking for Rad Places? Try Yelp.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I50FSOY4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/57FT0GXSk4A/s1600-h/yelp-395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427464067869467522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I50FSOY4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/57FT0GXSk4A/s320/yelp-395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite discoveries this year has been &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/"&gt;Yelp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed as "&lt;em&gt;Real People. Real Reviews.&lt;/em&gt;", Yelp gives registered users the opportunity to dish about everything from restaurants and bars to salons and dry cleaners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I didn't grow up in the D, this site has been &lt;strong&gt;crucial &lt;/strong&gt;in finding new places to nosh and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Yelp, I stuck to dining in my neighborhood or relied on friend's suggestions. Yelp has pushed me to look elsewhere....and has proved that sometimes the way places look on the outside do not reflect the vibe within. (i.e. after reading a few good reviews, I'm excited to try my neighborhood Chinese restaurant, even though it kinda looks creepy on the outside.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The site has also been extremely helpful in planning trips. If I know I am going to be traveling to a certain town, I always check Yelp first. I'd much prefer to hear from someone else about a great place then search local news sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Yelp for helping me, or shall I say &lt;strong&gt;yelping &lt;/strong&gt;me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read real reviews on Detroit-area places &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/detroit"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. And if you check out a place, be sure to write a review yourself -- you never know, your suggestion/complaint may be addressed by the business owner. Check out my reviews or friend me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=DjzHPwydZfVpC5GRuPrtYw"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6592872361939040744?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6592872361939040744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6592872361939040744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6592872361939040744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6592872361939040744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-for-rad-places-try-yelpcom.html' title='Looking for Rad Places? Try Yelp.com'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S1I50FSOY4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/57FT0GXSk4A/s72-c/yelp-395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3418062892665255173</id><published>2010-01-10T19:57:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:04:12.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song(s): Jill Jack is where it's at</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0p4h3ZnafI/AAAAAAAAAyA/gJFQvV8ul98/s1600-h/Jill+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281224323590642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0p4h3ZnafI/AAAAAAAAAyA/gJFQvV8ul98/s320/Jill+Jack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; and I have been wanting to see Detroit folk singer/songwriter &lt;a href="http://www.jilljack.com/index.php"&gt;Jill Jack&lt;/a&gt; and her band for months and last night we finally got the chance to do that with our Twitter friend &lt;a href="http://www.thatdamnredhead.net/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.atcallahans.com/"&gt;Callahan's&lt;/a&gt; in Auburn Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, am I ever glad we got to go! The concert was for the release of her newest CD, &lt;em&gt;Songwriter Sessions,&lt;/em&gt; which features a variety of songs that she's written over the years but has never released on CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill definitely has a captivating appeal to her. Not only is she gorgeous (she looks absolutely fab for 47 years old!), but she's a natural storyteller, which to me, makes the music much more meaningful. She revealed what each song meant to her - from broken hearts to empty nest syndrome to insomnia and beyond. Each lyric is deeply personal and she isn't afraid to reveal her inspiration behind each song on her &lt;a href="http://www.jilljack.com/lyricssessions.php"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;, which just makes me love her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite place who she sounds like since she's just unique and herself, but a cross between Joni Mitchell, Stevie Nicks and Sheryl Crow came to my mind. And those are some lady singers I adore, so it all makes sense why I enjoyed her concert. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to her stuff on her site and plan to buy the CD/DVD combo for sure once its on iTunes, but if you get the chance to see her live, that's where the &lt;strong&gt;sweetness&lt;/strong&gt; is. She's a great live musician and I hope to see her many more times in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jill and the band of talented folks for making Michigan proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Image from &lt;a href="http://www.jilljack.com/index.php"&gt;jilljack.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3418062892665255173?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3418062892665255173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3418062892665255173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3418062892665255173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3418062892665255173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-songs-michigander-jill-jack-is.html' title='Sunday Song(s): Jill Jack is where it&apos;s at'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0p4h3ZnafI/AAAAAAAAAyA/gJFQvV8ul98/s72-c/Jill+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-9042991453021907552</id><published>2010-01-07T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:50:57.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>These Things I Wish For You Story</title><content type='html'>I am typically not a fan of email forwards, but my mom sent me this one and I loved it so much, I felt the need to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by Lee Pitts and was read on-air by Paul Harvey in 1997. The words are most likely meant for the boomer generation, but I see a lot of truths in here from my generation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping my generation's kids turn out OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These Things I Wish For You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Pitts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days, when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle. May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-9042991453021907552?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/9042991453021907552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=9042991453021907552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/9042991453021907552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/9042991453021907552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-things-i-wish-for-you-story.html' title='These Things I Wish For You Story'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1028400221902258983</id><published>2010-01-03T20:29:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:33:10.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Self Improvements for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0FRfxmXpcI/AAAAAAAAAx4/f2cMbdwzMtk/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705032662853058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0FRfxmXpcI/AAAAAAAAAx4/f2cMbdwzMtk/s320/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resolutions, no matter how silly they are to some people, are helpful to me to benchmark things I want to do to continue to improve my life. Here's a few I'm hoping to work on this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay in better touch with family.&lt;/strong&gt; It's tough because the majority of my family is a few timezones away, but as I learned in a recent trip to visit my Arizona family, it's important to keep the ties, no matter how much time passes. This also applies to family close by. I hope to have more nights this year where I can babysit my nephews. I have so much fun doing it and I love bonding with them. I only wish I had more aunties nearby when growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do something every day to help someone out.&lt;/strong&gt; It might be a small act, like letting an elderly person go in front of me at the grocery store or it could be bigger like participating in a day of service to help an organization. Just a little something to make someone out there smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my list last year...in which I failed...&lt;strong&gt;learn to sew&lt;/strong&gt;. It's going to happen in 2010! Another one from last year is I'd like to continue to do more things to engage the creative side of my brain. One thing I've always wanted to learn to do is to create a mosaic. I hope to buy some supplies soon to try it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get financially smart.&lt;/strong&gt; This one shouldn't be hard with an accountant husband there to guide me. He can help explain terms, but it's up to me to learn things on my own. I need to stop skipping over the news articles talking about mortgages, interest rates, 401Ks and investing and actually learn something. I want to set a budget and see if I can stick to it...saving money and clipping coupons is sexy and there certainly are enough blogs and websites out there to help me along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see what comes of this short list during 2010. Life is a work in progress and I'm thankful to still be chipping away. Cheers to 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*image from dreamstime.com*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1028400221902258983?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1028400221902258983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1028400221902258983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1028400221902258983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1028400221902258983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-improvements-for-2010.html' title='Self Improvements for 2010'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/S0FRfxmXpcI/AAAAAAAAAx4/f2cMbdwzMtk/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8743437414623751391</id><published>2009-12-23T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:25:00.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: I guess my neighbor is protesting being P.C.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SzD0XYK6lcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/mlRtj2Uaee0/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418099034189108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SzD0XYK6lcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/mlRtj2Uaee0/s320/Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8743437414623751391?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8743437414623751391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8743437414623751391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8743437414623751391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8743437414623751391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday-i-guess-my-neighbor.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: I guess my neighbor is protesting being P.C.!'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SzD0XYK6lcI/AAAAAAAAAxw/mlRtj2Uaee0/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5579940690450187463</id><published>2009-12-20T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:39:28.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Renaissance State of Mind" by Ro Spit and Monica Blaire</title><content type='html'>I am really digging &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoLCYbeI524"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; Detroit rendition of Jay-Z and Alicia Keys' "Empire State of Mind" fittingly called "Renaissance State of Mind." Be sure to listen to the lyrics - great mentions of some of metro Detroit's finest land marks. Plus, this girl Monica can SING. Holy cow, these homegrown talents are going somewhere...watch out world, Detroit's about to takeover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5579940690450187463?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5579940690450187463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5579940690450187463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5579940690450187463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5579940690450187463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-song-renaissance-state-of-mind.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Renaissance State of Mind&quot; by Ro Spit and Monica Blaire'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1466930606345307621</id><published>2009-12-09T11:10:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:00:02.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Help Operation: Kid Equip Empower Local Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8i8BX3lII/AAAAAAAAAxo/oP1D4rrs--Q/s1600-h/Erin+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413083691678667906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8i8BX3lII/AAAAAAAAAxo/oP1D4rrs--Q/s320/Erin+Rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm proud to let you all know that I've partnered with some rad female bloggers from the Detroit area to spread the word and raise money for a really neat program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program is with &lt;a href="http://www.positivedetroit.net/"&gt;Positive Detroit &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.operationkidequip.org/"&gt;Operation: Kid Equip, &lt;/a&gt;a metro Detroit organization looking to help provide 25% of Oakland County Schools with dictionaries for third graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the assistance of Operation: Kid Equip and its participation with The Dictionary Project, we will work to distribute dictionaries specifically written for third graders who are at the dividing line between learning to read and reading to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/positivecities"&gt;Erin Rose &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.positivedetroit.net/"&gt;Positive Detroit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/becksdavis"&gt;Becks Davis &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.detroitmoxie.com"&gt;Detroit Moxie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/EstrellaBella10"&gt;Nikki Stephan &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Creativity, Love, Happiness &amp;amp; All That Falls Between &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/missIve"&gt;Jennifer Wright &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://lookingglasslane.com/wordpress/"&gt;Looking Glass Lane &lt;/a&gt;are the other rockin' bloggers participating in this. The initiative is important to all of us because we want to help give the same opportunities to local students as we were given in our writing classes as children. And, we want to encourage local students to become better writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through March 15, 2010, we're working to raise money to provide approx. 2,700 third graders in Oakland County with new dictionaries. To give you an idea of the impact you can make, for a $20 donation, you can supply at least 8 third graders with dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an anonymous donor has graciously offered to match donations, dictionary-for-dictionary, up to the first 100 dictionaries. Just think, your donation today can double the amount of children that are being served tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literacy and writing are two things I feel &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;passionate&lt;/strong&gt; about when it comes to children. I vividly remember having a giant blue Webster dictionary on our bookshelf as a kid. I would often use it to play a game...I'd flip through the pages, land on one, stick my finger on a word and read about the word and its meaning. I learned something new every time I played! I plan to teach my children the same game with the hopes that one day, they too will understand the power of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are the key to our future -but how can they succeed without the ability to read and write? A dictionary is the perfect educational tool to start our children on a path toward success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you can help the organization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/5PJH7o"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make a PayPal donation for $100, $50, $20 or $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Mail a check to:&lt;br /&gt;Operation: Kid Equip&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 364&lt;br /&gt;Royal Oak, MI 48068-0364&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be sure to write Dictionary Project in the memo line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Contact menachem@operationkidequip.org to make a credit card or other form of payment outside of PayPal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; If you would like to join the female bloggers collaboration, contact Erin Rose at positivedetroit@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Operation: Kid Equip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an all-volunteer 501(c)(3) nonprofit community benefit organization, we realize that to break the cycle of poverty and hopelessness, we have to meet some very basic, yet overlooked needs. Operation: Kid Equip acts as a conduit for collecting and distributing tangible educational and school supplies to school-aged children. Operation: Kid Equip effects long term improvement in the community by providing at-risk kids with the core necessities they need to prosper in school and in life. Visit our website at www.operationkidequip.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About The Dictionary Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dictionary Project is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization. The goal of this program is to assist all students in completing the school year as good writers, active readers and creative thinkers by providing students with their own personal dictionary. The dictionaries are a gift to each student to use at school and at home for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1466930606345307621?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1466930606345307621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1466930606345307621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1466930606345307621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1466930606345307621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-operation-kid-equip-empower-local.html' title='Help Operation: Kid Equip Empower Local Students'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8i8BX3lII/AAAAAAAAAxo/oP1D4rrs--Q/s72-c/Erin+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8858698841876487242</id><published>2009-12-08T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:34:53.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Five Smiles</title><content type='html'>My co-worker asked me today why I've been so happy lately. At first I said "no reason" and then I got to thinking...what is it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure the holidays have something to do with it...I am one of the rare ones that will admit to actually liking this time of year. But really, I'm just thinking that besides the normal routine stresses, I have been feeling pretty lucky lately. I have been blessed to have a lot of opportunities to smile during these past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile #1:&lt;/strong&gt; Recently my job has allowed me to make two unemployed people happy. Person #1: I gave circus tickets to my neighbors a few weeks back. I didn't think anything of it but came home one night to three adorable kid drawing thank yous and a heartfelt card saying they hadn't had the money to do anything as a family in 8 months due to unemployment, so they appreciated the tickets. I had no idea the dad was unemployed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413066464982954450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8TRS7jcdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/pw7DWWGjF34/s320/circus.jpg" /&gt;Person #2: One of my clients is hosting a holiday giveaway. During the contest, we draw winners and contact them about their prize. Well, one of the entrants won $50. I emailed her to tell her the good news and she responded to me by saying she was unemployed and could really use the funds this season to get presents for her family. I'm so glad she was picked as a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile #2:&lt;/strong&gt; I rang bells for &lt;a href="http://www.usc.salvationarmy.org/usc/www_usc_emi.nsf"&gt;The Salvation Army&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend with one of my life's leading ladies, &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;. We always have a good time making people laugh as we sing and bop to Christmas music while ringing. We didn't get any $5s or $10s this year, but it didn't seem like many people passed up our kettle either. It was a happy realization to see that people are still giving back to nonprofits in need, despite the economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413071614902054626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8X9D38ruI/AAAAAAAAAxY/GDEunGHeFzA/s320/nikki+and+i.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Smile #3:&lt;/strong&gt; I saw the 10-voice male a cappella group/You Tube sensation &lt;a href="http://www.sncmusic.com/"&gt;Straight No Chaser &lt;/a&gt;with my girlfriends and mom at the &lt;a href="http://www.royaloakmusictheatre.com/"&gt;Royal Oak Music Theater&lt;/a&gt;. They are ammmmmazing and I was so happy that we got to see them live. They sang a lot of great Christmas music, but my fave was a rendition of the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Under the Bridge." Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Canton-OH/Mix-941/47167999197#/video/video.php?v=527506581087"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (sorry for the quality of the vid). They are supposed to come back to Michigan in the spring, so hopefully I can go...Until then, I am buying all of the music of theirs I can find! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile #4:&lt;/strong&gt; My husband has been a MAJOR helper these past couple of hectic weeks, even despite his own crazy work hours. On top of putting up Christmas lights without a single complaint (I know he hates it), he even did laundry. And folded it. Without me asking. Sounds silly, but it's those little things that remind me that my life would fall apart without him...(or I'd at least be out of underwear!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile#5:&lt;/strong&gt; I sang at an apartment complex for seniors with my choir last night. The acoustics at the place were horrible and I'm sure we didn't sound our best, but the seniors didn't care. In fact, they LOVED it. We sang carols at the end and I was amazed at how many of them knew all the words to the songs. After we were through performing, an older gentleman came up to me and said how much he loved our singing. After hearing his German accent, I asked what brought him here and he said he wanted to come to America since he was 6. After serving in WWII, he was finally able to come over and he explained how he has loved our country since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 5 thing together have made me smile lately. And, like the saying goes, it's not the years in your life, but the life in your years....and sometimes I just need a reminder of a few of the things that make life peachy: helping others, being loved and loving in return and being proud of your roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8858698841876487242?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8858698841876487242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8858698841876487242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8858698841876487242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8858698841876487242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-smiles.html' title='Five Smiles'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sx8TRS7jcdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/pw7DWWGjF34/s72-c/circus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8468539129093534186</id><published>2009-11-28T12:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:03:04.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nike'/><title type='text'>Love yourself because you are the REAL deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SxFjfkzOc6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IX_34LDQOfU/s1600/Winged+Victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409214021554303906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SxFjfkzOc6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IX_34LDQOfU/s320/Winged+Victory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut the &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/nikeos/p/nike/language_select/"&gt;Nike&lt;/a&gt; ad that follows out of a magazine about 12 years ago and kept it in my dresser for those days I didn't feel beautiful...The paper has yellowed, so I wanted to keep it electronically. Go Nike's ad agency (Nike is also the goddess of victory btw) for drafting this powerful copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Reminds me of my favorite sculpture ever from the Louvre in Paris - Winged Victory. Image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.sandrashaw.com/images/AH1L21Nike.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.sandrashaw.com/AH1L27.htm&amp;amp;usg=__yA5KQVagMEzSaUFW42FB5JBC2MM=&amp;amp;h=580&amp;amp;w=420&amp;amp;sz=51&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;sig2=soenFktNzb-d39cQ9tjaZQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=3V33b-2JzU0L9M:&amp;amp;tbnh=134&amp;amp;tbnw=97&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwinged%2Bvictory%2Blouvre%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1R2ADBF_enUS337%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=0F8RS9yVEJaJnAed5cj2Aw"&gt;SandraShaw.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a goddess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you are not a goddess and you aren't ever going to be a goddess so maybe you should just get used to it. You'll never be perfect (&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;) and you're not worshipped (&lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt;) and does this matter? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddesses are worshipped because they aren't real and they aren't us and they aren't allowed to complain. Goddesses are worshipped even though (&lt;em&gt;and this is important&lt;/em&gt;) they are really stone and really plaster and, more often than not, really dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes they will never grow old and they will never grow up and they will stay that way (&lt;em&gt;stay that way stay that way&lt;/em&gt;). This, however, is not the way you will stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because someday, since you are human, you will notice that time has passed and you are not who you were twenty years ago or ten years ago or even last week. Someday, since you are human, you will notice your body has changed and your kneecaps look more like Winston Churchill than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be alarmed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because someday, since you are human, you will decide it is time to take those long walks and run down the streets and push and bend and move your body in ways you'd never thought possible. And it may be harder than you think. And you will get tired and kind of cranky and you may want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as you move you will learn to rejoice in your body because it is yours and no one else's. You will learn to rejoice in being imperfect because perfect is such a &lt;em&gt;complete and utter&lt;/em&gt; bore. You will learn to rejoice in your kneecaps because they are your kneecaps and they have seen the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the goddesses, from some high and chilly mountaintop, will be jealous of you. Let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are stone. You are flesh. They have pedestals. You just kicked the hell out of yours. They can't move. But you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST DO IT.&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/4011629095945434572-8468539129093534186?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8468539129093534186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8468539129093534186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8468539129093534186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8468539129093534186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-yourself-because-you-are-real-deal.html' title='Love yourself because you are the REAL deal'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SxFjfkzOc6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IX_34LDQOfU/s72-c/Winged+Victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8885914759760322172</id><published>2009-11-22T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:44:15.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: These are a few of my favorite things...literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SwiH49wIj2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/R4Hl9VnywOU/s1600/favorite-things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406720765377154914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SwiH49wIj2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/R4Hl9VnywOU/s320/favorite-things.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain storms in summer and freshly cut grasses,&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy 90's music and beer in chilled glasses,&lt;br /&gt;Bright flashy earrings and fun sassy rings,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute chubby babies and orange colored kittens,&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick and perfume and soft homemade mittens.&lt;br /&gt;Playing trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow on the ground, but not ice on the road&lt;br /&gt;Coming home to my humble abode&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunsets to watch on our swing,&lt;br /&gt;these are a few of my favorite things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my back aches, when the alarm rings,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things,&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8885914759760322172?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8885914759760322172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8885914759760322172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8885914759760322172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8885914759760322172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-song-these-are-few-of-my.html' title='Sunday Song: These are a few of my favorite things...literally'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SwiH49wIj2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/R4Hl9VnywOU/s72-c/favorite-things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2523626304575706666</id><published>2009-11-15T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:32:54.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>It's all about just having a bit of FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtVOywXEII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NqWkSS0puAg/s1600-h/havcealittlefaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403005890592182402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtVOywXEII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NqWkSS0puAg/s320/havcealittlefaith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you only read one book this year, I'd suggest &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Have-Little-Faith-True-Story/dp/0786868724"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have A Little Faith&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Mitch Albom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mitch's writing. In fact, I &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-influences.html"&gt;briefly&lt;/a&gt; wrote about him awhile back when I had the privilege of hearing him speak (he speaks just like he writes - very eloquently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for him aside, I just knew this book would instantly be a new favorite of mine. I read a few reviews online before deciding to make the purchase. Of course, the fact that a chunk of the book takes place in Detroit was appealing to me, as I always feel the need to be a cheerleader for the city. But regardless of the local flavor, I was entranced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't familiar, in the book Mitch tells the story of his interactions with two men of God - one being his childhood Rabbi and the other, a Pastor in Detroit. The two men don't share beliefs, backgrounds or skin color even, but they do share the one thing that often divides people: faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shed light on these "Men of God" was what was so fascinating to me in this book - often people think of their pastor/reverend/priest/rabbi/spiritual leader as untouchable - maybe even &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;. This book proves that isn't the case at all. In fact, it shows they too can have doubts and fears, just like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Mitch interweaves both of these men's stories is amazing. I could go on and on with quotes and spoilers, but instead I've decided to leave you with a story I've heard before and was reminded of in the story. Read it and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The difference between heaven and hell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven and hell are shown to a man. In hell, people sat around a banquet table, full of exquisite meats and delicacies. But their arms were locked in front of them, unable to partake for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is terrible," says the man. "Show me heaven now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was taken to another room, where things looked remarkably the same. Another banquet table, more of the same meats and delicacies. The souls there also had their arms in front of them. The difference was they were feeding each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoy this story because it translates across all religious denominations and teaches us two lessons I believe we should think about each day: 1.) treat others how you want to be treated and 2.) you help yourself when you help others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2523626304575706666?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2523626304575706666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2523626304575706666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2523626304575706666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2523626304575706666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-just-having-bit-of-faith.html' title='It&apos;s all about just having a bit of FAITH'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtVOywXEII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NqWkSS0puAg/s72-c/havcealittlefaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4467347639384485960</id><published>2009-11-11T19:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:19:23.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Thanks to my brave brothers and sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403003509501411522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtTEMgFQMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1W3bXf_ogCk/s320/real+photo+iwo-jima-flag-raising-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403003633956915778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtTLcIlikI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2GaNPY3KBRg/s320/new+iwo+jima.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403004157077033266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtTp46JETI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qqKtmN-ubY8/s320/IN8873244405583-02-_155703s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403004704928367266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtUJx0FAqI/AAAAAAAAAww/oo42oe4UIEU/s320/stocktrek-images-marines-fold-an-american-flag-after-it-was-raised-in-memory-of-a-fallen-soldier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4467347639384485960?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4467347639384485960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4467347639384485960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4467347639384485960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4467347639384485960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday-thanks-to-my-brave.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Thanks to my brave brothers and sisters...'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SvtTEMgFQMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1W3bXf_ogCk/s72-c/real+photo+iwo-jima-flag-raising-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6757795128913552824</id><published>2009-10-25T22:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:12:50.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "When Fall Comes to New England" By Cheryl Wheeler</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396733153243426146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUMNbKl7WI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oCem_EezsNQ/s320/CIMG2164.JPG" /&gt;Fall is by far my favorite season...I just love the colors of the changing leaves, the change in wardrobe, stopping by cider mills and most of all, just being outdoors taking it all in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396735630292006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUOdm4_tpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/UoT0Mf2Hz0A/s320/CIMG2172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in a larger city, away from nature, is tough for me at times...and I often miss my days of growing up in the country. So when I read about a cool trail in &lt;a href="http://www.theoaklandpress.com/"&gt;The Oakland Press &lt;/a&gt;just a few miles from my house, I knew I need to check it out. The spot is called Friendship Woods and its in Madison Heights off of 13 Mile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736247047551282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUPBge-eTI/AAAAAAAAAwA/srx7Qns_Hgo/s320/CIMG2179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little haven is perfect for a 2-mile walk and is especially stunning during this time of year. The photos included on here are ones I took when Jason and I checked it out. We'll definitely be back for future walks to escape the big city without going too far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just nothing sweeter than enjoying the beauty of nature, all the while being close to amenities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739661070138962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUSIOtY_lI/AAAAAAAAAwI/NvAB0gOm8k8/s320/CIMG2184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spot reminded me of a folk song I like called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_QaXZiLhro"&gt;When Fall Comes to New England&lt;/a&gt; by Cheryl Wheeler. Even though I technically don't live in New England, the &lt;a href="http://www.cherylwheeler.com/songs/wfctne.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; paint a picture of what's happening in Michigan, too. Listen to it, take a drive down a country road (or a walk in a city park) and take in the beauty that has been painted for all of us to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396734922497536594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUN0aJpMlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/RjCl6dvMVKs/s320/CIMG2170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6757795128913552824?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6757795128913552824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6757795128913552824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6757795128913552824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6757795128913552824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-song-when-fall-comes-to-new.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;When Fall Comes to New England&quot; By Cheryl Wheeler'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SuUMNbKl7WI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oCem_EezsNQ/s72-c/CIMG2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7295523627143486225</id><published>2009-10-04T22:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:45:42.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: errr...music - GOSPEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SslaMUnemdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vw0iSE4vv5k/s1600-h/gospel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388937596864731602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SslaMUnemdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vw0iSE4vv5k/s320/gospel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week I had a spiritual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was talking to my mom a few weeks ago and she mentioned she was organizing a trip to a gospel concert at Joe Louis with some of her church choir friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing her choir is an older crowd of white folk, I was quick to say, "Hm...mom, I don't think you're really going to fit in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was then quick to reply, "I don't care. I think it will be a great experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I agreed to go as well...after all, I've never heard gospel live and thought it might be a cool experience outside my typical musical box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, she was right...it was quite the experience. I had no expectations, but was pumped to see some of the region's best church choirs after reading up on them. The concert was part of the &lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.com/"&gt;How Sweet The Sound&lt;/a&gt; gospel series, presented by Verizon, which seeks to find the "Best church choir in America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, these choirs have got to be good then, right? Ummm yeah! The word "good" doesn't even do the music I heard justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fairly religious person, but spirituality aside, hearing these choirs raised the hairs on my arms and the giant sound produced was nothing short of AMAZING. The vocals, harmony and instrumentation were gorgeous...but more than anything, these people were singing with their hearts and it showed by hand motions and facial expressions. It touched me to see how passionate these people were about the music and about singing for the big man upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left the concert inspired and now I have a new appreciation for gospel music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the top two choirs from Detroit &lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.com/media/videos/2009/2009+detroit"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I enjoyed all of the choirs that performed, but I have to say that the Calvary Church was my favorite and the folks of Detroit agreed when they won the people's choice award. It's one thing to watch the video on here, but it was a whole different experience seeing it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing "outside your box" you should do this year, it's to go see the finals of all the regions across the U.S. perform on Nov. 7 (in Detroit, woot woot!). Check out additional information and purchase tickets &lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.com/contest/tour_schedule"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major props to Verizon for putting this together. I know a good event when I see one and this one was flawless and I am already looking forward to next year's show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7295523627143486225?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7295523627143486225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7295523627143486225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7295523627143486225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7295523627143486225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-song-errrmusic-gospel.html' title='Sunday Song: errr...music - GOSPEL'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SslaMUnemdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vw0iSE4vv5k/s72-c/gospel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4605339858658224735</id><published>2009-09-21T21:34:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:18:45.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Technology: A blessing or a curse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Srg93vp7XHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iDcIfY6dyJM/s1600-h/space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384121382415850610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Srg93vp7XHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iDcIfY6dyJM/s320/space.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Photo from the &lt;a href="http://www.poptech.org/"&gt;Pop! Tech &lt;/a&gt;blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. It started out with a conversation Jason and I had. We were walking and discussing what life will be like for our children one day. He reminisced about how growing up on a farm taught him the value of hard work and I talked about how my curiosity drove my mom berserk, but taught me a lot. I said "What am I going to say to our kids when they ask a question? To go get on the computer and Google it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I appreciate my mom telling me to "go look up" the strange questions I would ask her. I'd go over to the bookcase, skim the sleeves until I found the letter of the subject I was curious about and read away. Not a glamorous task, but it helped me to learn. Now, the Internet is there for our children like that shelf filled with a dictionary and a set of Britannica's once was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say how strange it is that my generation is the last one to not be completely reliant on technology. My family didn't have a computer until I was in the 5th grade. And even then, nobody was that interested in them until I entered high school and chat rooms got popular. Blackberrys were unheard of. Cell phones, for that matter, were unheard of. Video games, well Atari, was for only the cool kids. MTV and VH1 were barely in existence. The brand iPod could've been the dog's name in The Jetsons. Plasma screen, LCD, DVD, laptop, blogs and YouTube didn't mean jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much reflection, I still can't decide if technology has been more of a blessing or a curse in my life. I've weighed some pros (roses) versus the cons (thorns) and am still at a loss. Here's a piece of my logic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON CONNECTING &amp;amp; LEARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Long lost family, friends and professional colleagues are able to reconnect easily thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.geni.com/"&gt;Geni&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/"&gt;LinkedIn&lt;/a&gt; and other social web tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thorn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Children can easily connect with bad, bad, dirty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get to learn new information everyday and easily see updates and photos of friends', their husbands, their children and their adventures in general on social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thorn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There's so much great and interesting content online that it makes for an annoying distraction at times (really, is it a &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to check Facebook again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON HEALTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone is their own doctor thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thorn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been known to diagnose my own health issues...and have scared myself to death (thankfully most of my diagnoses were wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We are able to delay death by diagnosing and treating major health issues by using advanced medical technology. Apple even has an iPhone app to &lt;a href="http://iphonetoolbox.com/webapp/blood-pressure/"&gt;check blood pressure&lt;/a&gt; for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thorn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Knowing about these major issues can cause major stress in our lives. In fact, sometimes I wish we could go back to the caveman days when ignorance was bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Being out of the office is possible during the day thanks to cell phones, smart phones, Wi-Fi and remote email access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thorn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday used to be the end of the work week. Now it doesn't ever really end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Email makes things more efficient in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thorn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Email makes it easy to not have to pick up the phone to talk with colleagues across the office. I could use the human interaction sometimes....and exercise for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I change progression? Absolutely not. I couldn't live without most of it. But much like my parents like to tell me about how they walked to school up hill both ways, I'll be damned if I don't rant to my kids about the good 'ol days of BG: before Google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4605339858658224735?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4605339858658224735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4605339858658224735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4605339858658224735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4605339858658224735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/09/technology-blessing-or-curse.html' title='Technology: A blessing or a curse?'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Srg93vp7XHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iDcIfY6dyJM/s72-c/space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4756184770904298899</id><published>2009-09-02T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:35:56.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay rights'/><title type='text'>Just Sayin'</title><content type='html'>Just another reason I love Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sp8c8xZ-zMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cfOqrtdUVXo/s1600-h/hh-graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377048310483700930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sp8c8xZ-zMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cfOqrtdUVXo/s320/hh-graphic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/hubbyhubby"&gt;www.benjerry.com/hubbyhubby&lt;/a&gt;: In partnership with &lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/ben_and_jerrys.php" target="_blank"&gt;Freedom to Marry&lt;/a&gt; we are gathered here to celebrate Vermont and all the other great states where loving couples of all kinds are free to marry legally. We have ceremoniously dubbed our iconic flavor, Chubby Hubby to Hubby Hubby in support, and to raise awareness of the importance of marriage equality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4756184770904298899?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4756184770904298899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4756184770904298899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4756184770904298899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4756184770904298899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-sayin.html' title='Just Sayin&apos;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sp8c8xZ-zMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cfOqrtdUVXo/s72-c/hh-graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5409887219615538159</id><published>2009-08-18T21:27:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:32:54.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>A Bit O' Kidspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371489607418646130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SotdVqzkDnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SJ-I3K4lqMU/s320/kidspiration.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Photo from Imageshack*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to have a life-threatening medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a child, having such a medical condition could mean the robbery of adolescence; the loss of blissful ignorance, days spent outside and birthday party sleepovers. To many, sick children are beyond comprehension and may raise the questions, "Why do children get sick?" and "Why do children have to die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I'm a true believer these kids are put here for a reason: to show us lucky ones how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had the privilege of working with a client to host a fun competition with the &lt;a href="http://www.northwestohio.wish.org/"&gt;Make-A-Wish Foundation of Northwest Ohio&lt;/a&gt;. Honestly, I was worried as I walked out of the office...I'm an overly-emotional person when it comes to seeing people (esp. kids or animals) suffer and wasn't sure if I could handle seeing sick kids. I envisioned the children showing up covered in bandages from being pricked with needles that morning or maybe even hooked to some type of medical machine. Thankfully, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children arrived ecstatic; ready to show-off, ready to win the gold medal up for grabs, ready to have fun. Despite the friendly competition, the kids high-fived, helped each other out and laughed together. Always having a knack for relating to kids, they made me laugh too, and I had a blast walking around talking to each of them about their creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the "Wish Kids" have so much fun despite whatever might be happening in their medical lives, inspired me. Who am I to complain about life? I should feel fortunate to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course seeing the kids all walk away with giant grins on their faces was a major highlight of my day. But, what was &lt;em&gt;almost just as good&lt;/em&gt; was seeing the goofy, child-like grins on all the faces of the adults in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of us "older kids" walked away with a new appreciation for life. After all, why worry about what tomorrow holds when we could be laughing and living today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reminder, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5409887219615538159?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5409887219615538159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5409887219615538159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5409887219615538159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5409887219615538159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/08/bit-o-kidspiration.html' title='A Bit O&apos; Kidspiration'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SotdVqzkDnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/SJ-I3K4lqMU/s72-c/kidspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8015751051488954673</id><published>2009-08-16T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:31:32.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Beauty of Northern Michigan</title><content type='html'>I just got through with an amazing, much-needed long weekend vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason and I wanted to take a little trip to celebrate our first year together, so I checked into various places - Las Vegas or Florida (we decided it's just too hot this time of year) and Colorado (too expensive) before deciding it would be best to just spend a few days in our own state, supporting our local economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I glad we did decide to make our own Michigan adventure...We began our trip bright and early on Thursday and traveled through Grayling, where we stopped at a place I had discovered during some online research - &lt;a href="http://www.bottlecapmuseum.com/"&gt;Dawson &amp;amp; Stevens&lt;/a&gt; classic 50's diner. I'm a sucker for diners and 50's music and since this wasn't out of our way at all, we stopped for lunch (and a Boston Cooler). It was a lot of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370665784801022546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohwE4Zo0lI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o1UIp1NdwuA/s320/Cute+Diner.JPG" /&gt;We continued our drive up the &lt;a href="http://www.leelanau.com/"&gt;Leelanau Peninsula&lt;/a&gt;, stopping at a few wineries along the way to sample the local use of grapes. We winded through the infamous &lt;a href="http://m22online.com/"&gt;M-22&lt;/a&gt; all the way up to the northern-most tip on the peninsula, a small town called Northport, where we tent camped for the night at the &lt;a href="http://www.michigandnr.com/ParksandTrails/Details.aspx?id=467&amp;amp;type=SPRK"&gt;Leelanau State Park&lt;/a&gt;. We hiked to the beach through a beautiful forest, grilled hot dogs over a campfire and slept on an air mattress. My phone didn't get service and we were away from it all...in the beauty of northern Michigan. I know camping isn't for everyone, but to me, it was a welcome retreat from the hustle and bustle of the D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370666343209623714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohwlYon4KI/AAAAAAAAAuI/tMAAs4cVKE0/s320/Trees+camping.JPG" /&gt;We woke and packed up our camping supplies and headed down the peninsula once again, stopping to stroll around downtown Traverse City and chill at the beach to wash away the smell of campfire. We checked into our hotel (the unsexy, but totally economical, clean and friendly) &lt;a href="http://www.travelodge.com/Travelodge/control/Booking/property_info?propertyId=15394"&gt;Travelodge&lt;/a&gt; and showered to prep for a wine tour along &lt;a href="http://www.wineriesofoldmission.com/"&gt;Old Mission Peninsula&lt;/a&gt;. It was SO much fun! We stopped at nearly every spot along the way (it was like an adult treasure hunt), sampled some great wines and purchased enough wine to last us awhile...I don't know which winery I liked most - all had unique qualities and wonderfully-tasting vino. We closed out the night at the &lt;a href="http://www.bluetractorcookshop.com/"&gt;Blue Tractor&lt;/a&gt; (also in Ann Arbor) to taste the creative mac n' cheese and hit the hay early-ish, mostly due to our comfort food coma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370667678905041122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohxzIfOgOI/AAAAAAAAAug/1F8hUOnDjm8/s320/Wine-Food+Pairing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370667001472486594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohxLs2uDMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9EFXwoxpVT8/s320/Grapes+at+Winery.JPG" /&gt;We woke early on Saturday to head to &lt;a href="http://www.visitludington.com/"&gt;Ludington&lt;/a&gt;. We opted for the scenic route along M-22 instead of the straight route down US-31 (if you're a Michigander, you need to make this drive). We enjoyed the cute beach towns along the way, stopping a few times at &lt;a href="http://www.frankfort-elberta.com/"&gt;random places&lt;/a&gt; that caught my antique-and-craft-loving eye and to picnic at a &lt;a href="http://www.upnorthmichigan.com/Drives/m22.htm"&gt;beautiful scenic turnout &lt;/a&gt;overlooking Lake Michigan. In Ludington, we enjoyed the beach again and supported the local beer hot spot - the &lt;a href="http://www.jamesportbrewingcompany.com/"&gt;Jamesport Brewery&lt;/a&gt; (amazing blueberry-infused beer) and a downtown dive bar where Jason and I competed in a trivia game for a few hours (it was fun for us!). Our motel, the &lt;a href="http://www.lodgingandbreakfast.com/"&gt;Four Seasons&lt;/a&gt;, was quiet, quaint and most importantly inexpensive and close to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370668102437829858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohyLyRT_OI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RtdtdUiOyHo/s320/Scenic+turnout+view.JPG" /&gt;Overall, it was a great and romantic getaway. At the end of the trip, it was refreshing to think about how much we were able to relax and enjoy our amazing state and reflected on why we need to have more pride for living here year-round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8015751051488954673?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8015751051488954673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8015751051488954673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8015751051488954673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8015751051488954673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/08/enjoying-beauty-of-northern-michigan.html' title='Enjoying the Beauty of Northern Michigan'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SohwE4Zo0lI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o1UIp1NdwuA/s72-c/Cute+Diner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2854699528936500994</id><published>2009-08-09T19:39:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:28:32.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Keep Me in Your Heart for Awhile" by Warren Zevon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sn9hcSI8RoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5vdoUfAghXU/s1600-h/heart_candles-7047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368116419382494850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sn9hcSI8RoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5vdoUfAghXU/s320/heart_candles-7047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I saw the new-ish Adam Sandler/Seth Rogen movie, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-oGqZBWQ9Y"&gt;Funny People&lt;/a&gt;." Although it definitely had the classic Adam/Seth voices and one-liners that have me LOLing every five minutes, it wasn't the BEST movie of the summer by any means. Regardless, as a typical &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0031976/"&gt;Judd Apatow&lt;/a&gt; movie, it was pretty entertaining and besides, there was one thing that trumped the plot line anyways: the use of music. The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Funny-People/dp/B002DY9K5W"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; was stellar, incorporating music from some of my old-time faves: Paul McCartney, Robert Plant and James Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song that I kept in my head throughout the whole movie (so I could go home and download it) was "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMTKb-pgxGI"&gt;Keep Me in Your Heart for Awhile&lt;/a&gt;" by Warren Zevon. I liked it the instant I heard it playing in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon Googling a portion of the lyrics so I could figure out who sang the song, I came across the reason the song was written in the first place. Warren Zevon had been diagnosed with cancer before writing this song and knew he only had a short time to live, so this was written as a gift to his family. The lyrics are somewhat sad, but lead the listener to believe that regardless of his looming death, he's still in his family's heart as well as with the listener. When you watch the movie, you'll understand why this is so fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who has dealt with the death of a close loved one, this song seems just as comforting as it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll think of me and smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep me in your heart for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2854699528936500994?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2854699528936500994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2854699528936500994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2854699528936500994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2854699528936500994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-song-keep-me-in-your-heart-for.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Keep Me in Your Heart for Awhile&quot; by Warren Zevon'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sn9hcSI8RoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/5vdoUfAghXU/s72-c/heart_candles-7047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1541178708301762873</id><published>2009-08-04T21:23:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:17:14.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>For You, America: A Happy Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnjqHCgp7NI/AAAAAAAAAto/cwLFqd3zosk/s1600-h/panandjames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296362665766098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnjqHCgp7NI/AAAAAAAAAto/cwLFqd3zosk/s320/panandjames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,536540,00.html?test=latestnews"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study: 27 Million Americans on Antidepressants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday, August 04, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASHINGTON —&lt;/strong&gt; Use of antidepressant drugs in the United States doubled between 1996 and 2005, probably because of a mix of factors, researchers reported Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's headlines and news leads like this that inspire me to attempt to help make people smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I'm only here in cyberland, I've decided instead to make a happy music playlist and dedicate it to anybody out there feeling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below you'll find my &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; playlist. Download/Google these tunes and listen up. Hopefully the peppy beats and cheerful words will bring a smile to your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABC - Jackson Five&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy as 1,2,3 baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Day to Be Alive - Travis Tritt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may be the song for A.A., but darn it brings a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love these lyrics. Fave happy line: "Drench yourself in words unspoken // Live your life with arms wide open"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Dance - Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be OK, do-do-do-do. For the record, I hated this song when it first came out. Now I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Stop Believing - Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on to that feeeeeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold On - Wilson Phillips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hold on for one more day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamiroquai - Canned Heat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napoleon Dynamite, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking on Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best one hit wonders ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Shoes - Paolo Nutini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like new shoes to make you feel better when you're depressed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your happy songs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, I will make you a mix soon, Sarah! xoxo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1541178708301762873?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1541178708301762873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1541178708301762873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1541178708301762873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1541178708301762873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-you-america-happy-playlist.html' title='For You, America: A Happy Playlist'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnjqHCgp7NI/AAAAAAAAAto/cwLFqd3zosk/s72-c/panandjames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5480121930597408367</id><published>2009-08-02T20:05:00.060-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:56:10.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned From Steve's Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnYitlf3G1I/AAAAAAAAAtY/a2wBmUe_AZE/s1600-h/Steve"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365514172613729106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnYitlf3G1I/AAAAAAAAAtY/a2wBmUe_AZE/s320/Steve%27s+Place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday I had the privilege of meeting Sophia and Steve Francis, the proprietors of Steve's Place, a bar just outside of Greektown in Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were prompted to meet them by a friend we were with who had visited the quirky bar before and had one heck of an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looking for adventure, we entered the shady spot next to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?source=ig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=saint+andrews+detroit&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;split=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;latlng=2066211530726377402"&gt;Saint Andrews&lt;/a&gt; and had a drink. I had a cranberry and vodka (3/4 vodka and 1/4 cranberry I might add), poured by Sophia who maneuvered slowly with the bottle of Ocean Spray. Apparently most folks just drink beer when they visit...and after I ordered it I felt slightly guilty for asking her to make it. Jason commented how she looked like a ghost walking around the dimly lit bar. She was wearing a flowery housecoat and she smiled when she handed me the drink. She had a thick accent, so I asked her where she was from. "Greece," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we enjoyed our drinks, we all looked around in amazement, gawking at the bazillion oddities that lined the bright blue and green bar, from a giant plastic swan and punk rock band stickers to several old non-working beer clocks and a collection of lunchboxes from the 70's. A few Tigers fans were clumped together at the end of the bar, otherwise the bar would have been ours. Blues music from the "&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/travblues"&gt;Greektown Blues Man&lt;/a&gt;" blared behind us and we giggled as he sang his own versions of songs we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we looked around in wonderment, Steve entered. We had guessed he may have been napping because he looked slightly disheveled. He was wearing drawstring pants, up way past his belly button. He walked away for a moment and came back with a tie on, instantly giving us the vibe that he put it on just for us -- clearly the newbies at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook our hands, introduced himself, asked us if this was our first time visiting, poured more drinks and began talking to us about his life -- stories about the FBI and the Detroit riots, WWII and Vietnam and how he met his wife. We couldn't make out most of what he was saying (he has a very soft voice and a thick Greek accent), but were able to read his expressions well enough to see how happy he was that we were there -- so much so he gave us free shots of Peach Schnapps (apparently a common practice of his). &lt;strong&gt;"Yamas!"&lt;/strong&gt; we said ("cheers" in Greek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was profoundly touched by Steve and Sophia, who we learned came to Detroit from Greece in 1961 and have worked their 70-something (we're guessing) tails off ever since. Wanting to know more, I got home and Googled "Steve's Place + Detroit" to see if there has been any stories written about this diamond in the rough and came across a &lt;a href="http://www.metrotimes.com/editorial/story.asp?id=3167"&gt;great story&lt;/a&gt; from the Metro Times from 2002. (The photo of Steve that accompanied the story is below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365515658390844306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnYkEEcus5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/-IwUhJ7k9Qo/s320/BWBarSteve.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I learned some interesting facts from the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve and Sophia have run the bar for the past 39 years. The bar is open from 10 a.m. - 2 a.m. everyday except Christmas. Steve and Sophia live in a flat above the bar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve was raised in Greece and lived through the German occupation during World War II. He says his father died from an injury suffered in World War I. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve doesn’t know his age because he doesn't have a birth certificate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last lines in the article sum up Steve's Place perfectly:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"There’s a real dying-on-the-vine beauty to the bar. It’s unaffected by pretense and trend. Steve’s Place stands alone, traditional and ghostlike, quiet and almost heavenly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's weird the lessons you can learn from people in an hour-long encounter. We walked away dumbfounded, yet smiling about the odd experience we had shared at Steve's Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in the area, stop by and say hello to Steve and Sophia. You'll not only walk away with a new appreciation for life and the value of hard work, but you'll have gained two new and interesting friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5480121930597408367?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5480121930597408367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5480121930597408367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5480121930597408367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5480121930597408367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-learned-from-steves-place.html' title='Lessons Learned From Steve&apos;s Place'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SnYitlf3G1I/AAAAAAAAAtY/a2wBmUe_AZE/s72-c/Steve%27s+Place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3460133900216662135</id><published>2009-07-26T21:44:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:53:15.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminem'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Beautiful" by Eminem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sm0SNCLuVkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JSPbXCbxQyI/s1600-h/eminem-beautiful-detroit-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362962746401773122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sm0SNCLuVkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JSPbXCbxQyI/s320/eminem-beautiful-detroit-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love him or hate him, Eminem writes some pretty powerful (and controversial) songs. Although his lyrics aren't exactly something I plan to share with my grandmother, his words reach my generation more than many other artists' songs. Couple his amazing lyric-writing ability with the fact that he shows mad Detroit love in a lot of the things he does and I'm happy to say aloud that I'm a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eminem's latest track - "Beautiful" - from his new-ish &lt;em&gt;Relapse&lt;/em&gt; album has got me in a fit of emotion. First off, I love the lyrics for the simple fact that they can be interpreted in many different ways -- always keeping in mind that Em wrote the song in part while in rehab and finished it when he was sober -- lyrically spitting a myriad of emotions. And second, the vid was shot in Detroit and anything that shows the raw emotion, passion and grit of the D gets to me because it's a side so many people want to shut out and forget about. But it's real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video starts off with a caption stating "In 1950, Michigan was 1 of 8 states in America that collectively produced 36% of the world's GNP [gross national product]" and that "Detroit was the greatest manufacturing city in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video then begins to highlight the city in present day, showing Em walking through abandoned buildings (Michigan Central Station and the former Packard plant) and later shows footage of old Tiger Stadium being demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images that haunt me the most during the video though are the people profiled - just the "average joe's" / scenery that make up Detroit - autoworkers leaving work, boys playing basketball on the street, a youth baseball team, burnt out crack houses. The American flag flies high in a dark sky during a scene, symbolizing to me that life does exist in the city that America seems to have forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I believe Em wrote many of the lyrics to help ease the pain of overcoming addiction, I also think he had Detroit on his mind while in rehab. Much like the process of overcoming addiction, Detroit has a long way to go to again become the city it once was. Those of us that live here cannot apologize for our city. Just like an addiction, it takes time and love to heal and repair the damage. There's no reason to feel sorry for our city. She is who she is and is beautiful in her own way. It's just up to the viewer to choose to see the beauty among the harsh realities seen on the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get f*cked, just say true to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're curious, check out the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfnmCOUieLw&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3460133900216662135?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3460133900216662135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3460133900216662135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3460133900216662135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3460133900216662135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-song-beautiful-by-eminem.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Beautiful&quot; by Eminem'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sm0SNCLuVkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JSPbXCbxQyI/s72-c/eminem-beautiful-detroit-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8954292935198524925</id><published>2009-06-28T21:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:10:45.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Toes" by Zac Brown Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SkgiIwV5XnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jQw2WuFlbUw/s1600-h/jasons+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352565690940874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SkgiIwV5XnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jQw2WuFlbUw/s320/jasons+toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Skghzkip7VI/AAAAAAAAAs4/r1gVkzN5KDk/s1600-h/jasons+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is finally here - thank God! With this welcome seasonal change official, a song I cannot get enough of is Zac Brown Band's "&lt;a href="http://free.napster.com/view/artist/index.html?id=12289349"&gt;Toes&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law introduced me to the song and it has just been the absolute perfect summer jam and a great way to escape the curve balls life has thrown me as of late. I am looking forward to playing it many, many times as I venture up north this coming week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to summer and to my husband's cute toes, as shown above! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8954292935198524925?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8954292935198524925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8954292935198524925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8954292935198524925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8954292935198524925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-song-toes-by-zac-brown-band.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Toes&quot; by Zac Brown Band'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SkgiIwV5XnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jQw2WuFlbUw/s72-c/jasons+toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7567608916425724893</id><published>2009-06-14T21:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:41:06.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Everything" by Michael Buble + Love &amp; Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SjWsp0zLqqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/GYw7p-SoD2M/s1600-h/n21702912_37784853_9274.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347369967120263842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SjWsp0zLqqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/GYw7p-SoD2M/s320/n21702912_37784853_9274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it's you, it's you, you make me sing. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBoJZybrBJY"&gt;Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jason and I got married - one year ago today - this was the song we had our first dance to, so now every time I hear it, it makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back through all of our wedding pictures and through the masses of cards we received today. I wanted to write a post about what I have learned during this first year, but I think the message in a card Jason's cousin gave us sums up what our marriage is and continues to aspire to be...I wanted to keep it electronically so we can continue to reflect on its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to make a beautiful life together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let love be your shelter.&lt;br /&gt;The world is noisy and confusing at times, so make a home that is a haven, a peaceful place where you can listen to your hearts and savor the comfortable closeness you share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy your days may be, make time for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;Unwind.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise each other.&lt;br /&gt;Find little chances every day to show you're grateful to be partners, to be friends, to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;You will make mistakes, but each time you meet life's challenges together, you will grow wiser, stronger, and surer of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;They are irreplaceable souvenirs of your journey through life.&lt;br /&gt;Make memories that will bring smiles and sighs whenever you look back. (Look back often!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward, too.&lt;br /&gt;Dream together.&lt;br /&gt;Plan together.&lt;br /&gt;Make promises to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in your tomorrows because tomorrows are what forever is made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make love last, put each other first.&lt;br /&gt;That is the way to make a beautiful life together, the kind of life you both deserve so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank God everyday for allowing me to meet my soul mate. One year down, many decades ahead!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7567608916425724893?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7567608916425724893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7567608916425724893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7567608916425724893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7567608916425724893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-song-everything-by-michael-buble.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Everything&quot; by Michael Buble + Love &amp; Marriage'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SjWsp0zLqqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/GYw7p-SoD2M/s72-c/n21702912_37784853_9274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3121162084952765997</id><published>2009-05-31T21:16:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:12:46.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Songs: Nobody writes a song like Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiM35iD7wwI/AAAAAAAAAso/yaQYtxT-k4U/s1600-h/Las%20Princesas%20de%20Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175044526916354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiM35iD7wwI/AAAAAAAAAso/yaQYtxT-k4U/s320/Las%2520Princesas%2520de%2520Disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's nothing more I love than Disney songs. In fact, I've been known to download them onto my iPod and when they randomly come on, an instant smile is brought to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each song reminds me of my childhood. I could even blame my love for Disney songs on my passion for singing. I remember singing the words to EVERY song from all the classic princess movies from a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gear up for the Disney On Ice show I'll be working to promote in the fall, I've decided to list out my favorites and make a playlist to listen to whenever life has got me down. In no particular order, here's my faves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX07j9SDFcc"&gt;Circle of Life&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most powerful intros of any Disney movie IMO. (ask me to sing the intro if you want a laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kl4hJ4j48s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;Aladdin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aladdin and Jasmine give little girls across the universe hope that love really will take you somewhere new and offer endless possibilities. Whether you agree or not, that's up to the listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddKhhqlzs3U"&gt;Colors of the Wind&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very deep song for children for sure. I absolutely love the animation that happens during this scene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjIssqHQJ6o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes&lt;/a&gt;" from Cinderella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Cinderella, you prove that anything can come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pPUmv3U2XY"&gt;Part of Your World&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric, why can't you see Ariel is SO in love with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejEVczA8PLU"&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Disney mix is complete without this anthem. It means no worries for the rest of your days....and who doesn't crack up at sidekicks Timon and Puma's lyrics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IltAsKmVroQ"&gt;Belle&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably my favorite Disney song ever. As a kid, I loved doing the voices from all of the characters from the movie and the girls I used to babysit would beg me to sing it to them. It's very Broadway-esque, so I'm guessing why I love it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b-Z0SSyUcw"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever thought up this song was crazy. And I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaVoNmL0vOM"&gt;Reflections&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;em&gt;Mulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song/movie showcases girl power. This song teaches young women that girls can do anything boys can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjegSDxnVX0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Once Upon A Dream&lt;/a&gt;" from&lt;em&gt; Sleeping Beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I was a soprano...I would sing this to my husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I missed any? What are your favorites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3121162084952765997?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3121162084952765997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3121162084952765997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3121162084952765997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3121162084952765997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-songs-nobody-writes-song-like.html' title='Sunday Songs: Nobody writes a song like Disney'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiM35iD7wwI/AAAAAAAAAso/yaQYtxT-k4U/s72-c/Las%2520Princesas%2520de%2520Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5282332666781651393</id><published>2009-05-31T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:59:14.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rant: Don't use the handicap button if you don't need it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiMYiK_iz-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6xwn9Eh1VPY/s1600-h/300_125199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342140558337036258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiMYiK_iz-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6xwn9Eh1VPY/s320/300_125199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a major pet peeve: when people who are not physically handicap use the handicap button on doors when they do not need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, a gal in stilettos, paired with a designer handbag and fancy sunglasses pushed the handicap button into the RenCen for absolutely no reason. She was perfectly able to open the door -- she was just carrying a small purse. But she used it. For no reason. She can't even use the germaphobe excuse because she touched the button to make the door open. Was it just laziness on her part? Most likely, but that's just another rant entirely. In my mind, there's no excuse. That button was not created for her to use at her &lt;em&gt;helpless&lt;/em&gt; disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand those who have their arms full utilizing the door opener. It's just truly bothersome to me when people use these doors for no reason. I feel blessed to not &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to use that button. I have legs. I have arms and hands. I can open the door and perhaps even be courteous enough to hold the door for whomever is walking behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those doors use power. Power can go out. If everyone and their brother uses those doors and they breakdown and no longer have power, what happens when someone comes along in a wheelchair and really needs it and it doesn't work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To understand my logic, I'll tell you a story. I had a friend in high school that I worked with that had cerebral palsy. She was extremely sweet and had mentioned to me once that she didn't hang out with many people outside of work and school because her wheelchair made everything difficult. So, my girlfriend and I decided to take her to the movies. We had a great time, but it the entire process wasn't easy. We had to pick her up from her house, lift her in and out of the car, lug the wheelchair around and sit in the front of the movie screen (not our first choice for a spot to sit) where there was actually room for a wheelchair. Had we not been there to open doors for her, it would have made for a horrible process for her I imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for you to agree with my thoughts. I just want to say that people with disabilities have a hard enough time dealing with getting places. Think next time you're faced with an automatic button. Do you really need it? If not, please think twice and maybe even have a thought of thanks for being blessed enough to not have to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5282332666781651393?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5282332666781651393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5282332666781651393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5282332666781651393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5282332666781651393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-dont-use-handicap-button-if-you.html' title='Rant: Don&apos;t use the handicap button if you don&apos;t need it!'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SiMYiK_iz-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/6xwn9Eh1VPY/s72-c/300_125199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8870492812227421980</id><published>2009-05-17T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:00:49.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Power'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song "This one's for the GIRLS" by Martina McBride</title><content type='html'>This post is for the girls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has been full of girl power. Between enlightening conversations with many of my faves, I also had the privilege to hear Martha Stewart speak and see one of my great friends, Lyndsey, star in as Sandy in the play &lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt; (her second play ever, p.s.). I feel very fortunate to have TONS of great gals that help me through each day and show me what true girl power is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore being married and couldn't ask for a better mate...but there is just something about dishing with a gf that just simply isn't the same with a male! (Jason, you know at the end of the day you have my heart!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this week's song choice - "This one's for the girls" by Martina McBride. With the lyrics of that song dancing in my mind, here's my tribute to my life's leading ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my girlfriends and all my amazing female family members. From my friends who I've grown-up with...to my college friends who always encourage me and share life's events with me. To all my other friends, whom I know from work, volunteering, church, through Jason, and several other places - thank you for enriching my life with your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336968555438926882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC4n-xd7CI/AAAAAAAAAr4/jWdgkLaG9Pc/s320/80s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336968765619395058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC40NwZWfI/AAAAAAAAAsA/AmqKiVFToxU/s320/my+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all four of my grandmas (including J's grandmas). You've all given me great words of advice and have given me the greatest blessings of all: my moms...I only wish I was able to see you all more. (Grandma N. below never wears a frown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336969688884996994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC5p9MEa4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/S7R5EZjFBc8/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you to my mother-in-law for raising such a wonderful man. Thank you also for opening your home and your family to me...and for making me feel so welcome in your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336970039975011810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC5-ZGc5eI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/cVqSBL6yd1w/s320/j%27s+mamma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you to my mom, who is my best friend. Thanks for being so strong and teaching me to be the same way. For laughing and talking with me about every insignificant detail of my life...and for giving me a perspective I generally don't think about. And of course, thanks for loving me with your HUGE heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336970734664232834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC6m1BRL4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/5-lPpYDjxk4/s320/Mom+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the ladies in my life: THANKS for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-8870492812227421980?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8870492812227421980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8870492812227421980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8870492812227421980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8870492812227421980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-song-this-ones-for-girls-by.html' title='Sunday Song &quot;This one&apos;s for the GIRLS&quot; by Martina McBride'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ShC4n-xd7CI/AAAAAAAAAr4/jWdgkLaG9Pc/s72-c/80s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2601982418893050442</id><published>2009-04-21T22:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:26:06.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiring 11-year-old with Lukemia has 1 Wish: To Receive Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Se59dVdbmkI/AAAAAAAAAro/IZgtREsAYNQ/s1600-h/adrian2_Copy_t220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327333352156142146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Se59dVdbmkI/AAAAAAAAAro/IZgtREsAYNQ/s320/adrian2_Copy_t220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story posted below was recently published in the &lt;em&gt;Tuscola County Advertiser&lt;/em&gt; a few weeks back and was circulated to me by my company's president as a plea for help. The story highlights a brave 11 year-old boy from Caro (you'll pass the town heading on I-75 in Michigan) who is fighting leukemia. His one wish? To receive cards. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story indicates he has 2-4 weeks to live and that two weeks is up (and today is his 12th birthday). I've searched everywhere online and it appears that he is still hanging on. Won't you please just take a moment of your day to send him a card to brighten his day? He's such an inspiration...if only more people (ahem, adults) had the courage and passion for others like he has, the world would be a much better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, I'm praying for you. I recently sent you a few cards from my nephews and I...I hope they get to you soon! xoxo from Troy, Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One small wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Stacey Tucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CARO — An 11-year-old who has courageously fought leukemia is asking if the community could grant him just one small wish - to send him a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian Gerber was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia when he was 8 years old. Over the past three years, he has battled his cancer and won twice, until it began to take a downward turn recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerber’s father, Randy Gerber, said the leukemia has begun to attack Adrian’s liver.&lt;br /&gt;“The cancer cells are increasing, the leukemia cells are increasing and his liver enzymes are increasing” Gerber said. “They’re giving him just two weeks, maybe a month to live.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re hoping he makes it to his 12th birthday on the 21st of this month.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Adrian has been fighting hard to save his own life, the young man never quits thinking about everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott Schalow, whose daughter Leah has battled cancer, remembers a time when Adrian lifted her spirits when she needed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“My daughter never took her chemo really well and one day we were in her room and, without a knock, the door opens and it’s Adrian,” Schalow said. “Without so much as a word, he walks up and he lays these quarters on her pillow and he tells her to go to the vending machine and to get something good when she’s done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Then he quietly left the room, to face his own chemo treatment. I will go to my grave remembering that incredible act of selflessness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian would also wander up a floor at Mott Children’s Hospital in Ann Arbor and could be found telling the children jokes, just to see them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy Gerber said Adrian has taught him more in the last three years than he could learn in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“He has taught me what’s really important in life,” Gerber said. “It feels like he’s the strongest while we’re the weakest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m proud to have him as a son.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With everything Adrian has been facing recently, his mother, Tina Smith said a card in the mail really makes his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It’s a hard road that he’s been going down and right now we’re doing everything we can to brighten up his day,” she said. “It would be nice for him to know that the community is thinking about him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah Schalow agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I really hope a lot of people send cards to him. That would really make his day,” she said. “He’s just a really great person and it’s just horrible that something like this happened to him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone interested in sending Adrian a card may do so at P.O. Box 201, Caro MI, 48723. He likes funny animal cards, loves dogs and hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2601982418893050442?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2601982418893050442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2601982418893050442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2601982418893050442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2601982418893050442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiring-11-year-old-with-lukemia-has.html' title='Inspiring 11-year-old with Lukemia has 1 Wish: To Receive Cards'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Se59dVdbmkI/AAAAAAAAAro/IZgtREsAYNQ/s72-c/adrian2_Copy_t220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6948337238666052726</id><published>2009-04-19T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:09:38.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: I'm Alive by Kenny Chesney + Dave Matthews</title><content type='html'>I know I've been awful about blogging lately...I promise I will try to get better, but as you all know, it's tough when the weather gets as beautiful as it has been as of late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I wanted to share this song as a Sunday Song...by two of my favorite artists across two different genre's - Kenny Chesney (looking forward to seeing him in August!) and Dave Matthews, one of my favorite singers EVER (have seen him in concert several times)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited the first time I heard this song. I absolutely adore when singers team up across different genres; to me, it's like peace on earth. Some other faves that have collaborated on a song/album  include: Jay-Z + Linkin Park (Collision Course album), Aerosmith + Run DMC (song - "Walk This Way) and Black Eyed Peas + Jack Johnson (song - "Gone").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, this song is just beautiful and serves as a great reminder when things get tough, just remember you're still alive. And, go Kenny &amp;amp; Dave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn easy to say that life’s so hard&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got their share of battle scars&lt;br /&gt;As for me I’d like to think my lucky stars that&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’d be easy to add up all the pain&lt;br /&gt;And all the dreams you set and watch go up in flames&lt;br /&gt;Dwell on the wreckage as it smolders in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But not me, I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today you know that’s good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and out is a blessing can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are dancin’ on the water here tonight&lt;br /&gt;It’s good for the soul, and there’s not a soul in sight&lt;br /&gt;But this motors caught its wind and brought me back to life&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today you know that’s good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in and out is a blessing can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’m alive, and well&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts-DCKDacEc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ts-DCKDacEc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6948337238666052726?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6948337238666052726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6948337238666052726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6948337238666052726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6948337238666052726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-song-im-alive-by-kenny-chesney.html' title='Sunday Song: I&apos;m Alive by Kenny Chesney + Dave Matthews'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1159853743417843450</id><published>2009-03-29T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:29:45.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Question for the World" by Phredley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_ZUjsf0_rzE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_ZUjsf0_rzE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome video by Phredley, a Detroit-based band. I love this video highlighting the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck in your move to L.A. Phred! Don't forget your Detroit roots and be sure to come back and show some love to the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1159853743417843450?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1159853743417843450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1159853743417843450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1159853743417843450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1159853743417843450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-song-for-world-by-phredley.html' title='Sunday Song: &amp;quot;Question for the World&amp;quot; by Phredley'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-529037841342925285</id><published>2009-03-26T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:34:05.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Sign of the Times: Jesus Still Loves You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwjUX5oVII/AAAAAAAAArA/72UcpKXcIT8/s1600-h/Jesus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317664092937802882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwjUX5oVII/AAAAAAAAArA/72UcpKXcIT8/s320/Jesus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the word on the street is that &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Still Loves Me&lt;/strong&gt;. At least the sign on I-75 tells me so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the sign a few days ago. It's attached to a chain link fence connected to an overpass heading north from Detroit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in traffic and chuckled when I saw the sign above me. I instantly imagined some crazy old man with wiry gray hair, dressed in a flannel pulling the sign out of a shopping cart and hanging it proudly on the fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing of it afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a different story. It was a great day...but something just felt different. I was again stuck under it and got to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was therapy for someone out there -- a way to tell the world, or at least hundreds of Detroit-area travelers, that they are not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the person that hung the sign had a bad day, got laid off, found out a family member had cancer, went home to a deceased pet. Maybe they wanted to end their life, but realized that even though awful things were surrounding them, somewhere, someone was feeling the same way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that way changed my perspective on the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone across the U.S.A. knows Michigan is struggling...even my grandma in Nebraska who doesn't even have cable worries about us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of paying attention to all of the doom and gloom portrayed in the media, how about we all collectively think positive for once? To all the amazing/talented/personable/wonderful Michiganders out there - this message is for you: You're not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomever this sign-putter-upper is: THANKS. I only wish there were other folks out there sending us little reminders like this to let us know that we're not alone. We may be struggling, but we're in this together, Michigan. It's all of us, and Jesus too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-529037841342925285?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/529037841342925285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=529037841342925285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/529037841342925285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/529037841342925285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-of-times-jesus-still-loves-you.html' title='A Sign of the Times: Jesus Still Loves You'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwjUX5oVII/AAAAAAAAArA/72UcpKXcIT8/s72-c/Jesus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-24442585774594497</id><published>2009-03-22T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:27:28.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: From 'Once' - Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This theme song from the movie 'Once' is simply gorgeous... and since I just watched the movie and can't get this song out of my head, I figured it would be an appropriate Sunday Song. The harmony is just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the record, I just saw the movie cost $160,000. That's amazing these days! Give it a watch, if only for the awesome music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-24442585774594497?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/24442585774594497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=24442585774594497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/24442585774594497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/24442585774594497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-song-from-falling-slowly.html' title='Sunday Song: From &amp;#39;Once&amp;#39; - Falling Slowly'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3380576583497972628</id><published>2009-03-15T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:46:15.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Stephen Clark's "We Build The Trucks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mAvyFEJZi1w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mAvyFEJZi1w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just another great Detroit-powered song by Channel 7 anchor Stephen Clark. Lovin' this song...hope it's on the radio someday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3380576583497972628?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3380576583497972628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3380576583497972628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3380576583497972628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3380576583497972628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-song-stephen-clark-build-trucks.html' title='Sunday Song: Stephen Clark&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;We Build The Trucks&amp;quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-321891287276133934</id><published>2009-03-12T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:31:49.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Flick: Young @ Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eZ4SIe5rVUM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eZ4SIe5rVUM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best movie I have seen in a very long time is "Young @ Heart," a documentary chronicling the lives of some very inspiring folks who have two things in common: their average age of 80 years old and their love for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Netflix's recommendation (it must know my dorky obsession for human-interest documentaries for some reason...), I added this to the top of my list immediately upon reading the description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video above is a song by one of my favorite members of the chorus, Fred Kittle, a hilarious man who sang this beautiful rendition of a Coldplay classic, while hooked to a breathing machine. Sadly, I just learned he died in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the raw emotion associated with real life displayed in this movie, the docu really shows what life is about -- living it to its fullest and making people smile. Watch it when you're feeling down and you are sure to be lifted instantaneously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-321891287276133934?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/321891287276133934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=321891287276133934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/321891287276133934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/321891287276133934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-favorite-flick-young-heart_12.html' title='New Favorite Flick: Young @ Heart'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2559503881769530773</id><published>2009-03-08T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:06:51.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song - Skillet's "Rebirthing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xvKAnyF4XCs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xvKAnyF4XCs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I've mentioned this song in a previous post, but I've decided it's worth its own individual post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of Christian rock band Skillet's rock opera "Rebirthing." I generally like hard rock, but often times I don't like/agree with the message inside in the songs lyrics. This is one I can rock out to and not feel like I need to wash out my mouth out with soap afterward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the start to the song -- it's almost like going into battle...Plus, I love the female guitarist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a listen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2559503881769530773?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2559503881769530773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2559503881769530773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2559503881769530773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2559503881769530773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-song-skillet.html' title='Sunday Song - Skillet&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Rebirthing&amp;quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3179193992539422364</id><published>2009-03-04T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:54:23.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIA'/><title type='text'>Yippee! Norman Rockwell's Art Coming to the Detroit Institute of Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474200563066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sa8Kp5SppfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/M0915fciE_4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I paint life as I would like it to be." - Norman Rockwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, we had two huge built-in bookcases in our house. The shelves were filled with encyclopedias, books about amphibians and apes, and of course, tons of children's books. I remember spending rainy Saturday afternoons plopped down on the floor admiring the pages of books filled with information I had yet to fully comprehend. One book I constantly looked through (besides the 'D' encyclopedia -- D for dogs -- I loved to look at the pics), was a book about Norman Rockwell and his artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockwell was one of the first artists I learned of as a kid. My grandpa was an oil painter, so I've always assumed my "artsy" genes came from him and fueled my fascination with a book about art at a young age. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rockwell, to me, is the one of the best artists ever (although snobby art-lovers might turn their nose up at that notion). He painted what he saw...many times things that were invisible to the naked eye, and many times seeing right through to the heart of the matter. He painted about controversy -- war and civil rights, but also painted what people knew and understood -- love, humor and everyday America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The painting shown above is my absolute favorite of his. I have a print of it hanging in our guest bedroom. I remember reading somewhere that the painting (from 1961) was a depiction of how Rockwell saw the world and how he wished the world would be. To me, it represents world peace and that's absolutely beautiful, especially considering the time in which it was painted (during Vietnam).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was ecstatic today when I heard on the news that some of Norman Rockwell's collection is coming to the Detroit Institute of Arts starting on Sunday. I'm excited to have the opportunity to see some of his work in person, right in my own backyard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"American Chronicles: The Art of Norman Rockwell," will be at the DIA March 8–May 31, 2009. The exhibit includes 44 paintings and 323 original Saturday Evening Post covers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began with a quote, and now I leave you with a quote:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The secret to so many artists living so long is that every painting is a new adventure. So, you see, they're always looking ahead to something new and exciting. The secret is not to look back." - Norman Rockwell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3179193992539422364?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3179193992539422364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3179193992539422364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3179193992539422364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3179193992539422364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/03/yippee-norman-rockwells-art-coming-to.html' title='Yippee! Norman Rockwell&apos;s Art Coming to the Detroit Institute of Arts'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/Sa8Kp5SppfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/M0915fciE_4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5698160857085030425</id><published>2009-02-22T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:58:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Peter Gabriel - "Down to Earth" from Wall-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lCN2iwjw_x8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lCN2iwjw_x8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In honor of tonight's Oscars, I've picked one of the songs up for a golden dude grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so fitting for this ADORABLE animated movie. If you haven't seen the flick, I highly suggest you give it a watch -- there are lessons for both children and adults to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Peter Gabriel's unique voice never gets old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5698160857085030425?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5698160857085030425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5698160857085030425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5698160857085030425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5698160857085030425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-song-peter-gabriel-to-earth-from.html' title='Sunday Song: Peter Gabriel - &amp;quot;Down to Earth&amp;quot; from Wall-E'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1578628326266873747</id><published>2009-02-14T13:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:22:54.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love at 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SZcLti2Ws6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/CEabhHOCHZQ/s1600-h/doc4996bf2826968012036236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302719963328852898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SZcLti2Ws6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/CEabhHOCHZQ/s320/doc4996bf2826968012036236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post this amazing heartfelt story from &lt;a href="http://www.theoaklandpress.com/"&gt;The Oakland Press&lt;/a&gt; in honor of the lovey day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoaklandpress.com/articles/2009/02/14/news/doc4996bf2826968012036236.txt"&gt;Love at 90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, February 14, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By CAROL HOPKINS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Oakland Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert “Bob” Porter was having his usual lunch at the Clarkston Senior Center seven years ago when he spotted a newcomer at one of the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I said to people there, ‘Who’s that cute gal?’ ” recalled Porter, who was then 83.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porter — a widower — didn’t speak to Treva Chivers that first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I was too bashful,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the two senior citizens did begin dating and eventually married, proving this Valentine’s Day that you can fall hard for someone no matter what your age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They now happily share an apartment at the Inn at Cass Lake in Waterford Township.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treva Chivers was born in Illinois but when she was 14, her family moved to Texas.She married at 16 and she and her husband, Norman, had four children. She was a housewife and for a decade worked as a nurse’s aide. When one of her sons moved to Michigan in the 1950s, she and Norman followed. Later in life, the couple moved to Florida. When Norman became very ill, they returned to Michigan to be near their son, Stephen, and his family in Clarkston. Her husband died in 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Porter was born in Pontiac and worked for years as a die designer for Chrysler, making fenders and hoods.He and wife Edith had two children, Ken and Connie. The couple lived in Florida for 23 years. They moved back to Michigan to be near family. After Edith died in 2000, Robert had his own apartment in Clarkston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the fateful day at the senior center. Robert eventually asked Treva out for a date and they began courting. Treva lived in her son Stephen’s basement apartment in Clarkston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when Robert took Treva home in his car, he turned to her and asked her for a kiss.“I told him I hadn’t kissed in so long,” Treva, now 96, said. Robert, now 90, remembered the day.“I told her, ‘Let’s practice!’” he said. While they were kissing, Robert’s foot slipped off the accelerator and the car rolled into the garage, damaging the door.“I jammed on the brake,” Robert said, a big smile spreading across his face.The kiss was worth it, he said.“Look what I got for it,” he said, glancing at his petite wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two dated for a year and married in May 2003. Treva wore a long dress for the occasion.Treva’s daughter-in-law, Debbe Chivers, was one of the attendees.“It was wonderful,” she said of the wedding at Clarkston Community Church. “We had a small reception and all the church members attended.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The couple moved to their Waterford complex in 2006. They are often seen holding hands and walking arm in arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I love to kiss her,” Robert said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day, they sit side by side and complete a crossword puzzle together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“She is a little better than I am,” said Robert about their puzzle-solving skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family keeps track of them. Robert has three grandchildren and five great-great grandchildren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treva has five grandchildren, eight great-grandchildren and three great-great-grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their advice to the lovelorn is simple.“Be honest and love each other,” Robert said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treva, a self-described optimist, admits she wasn’t even considering marriage when she met Robert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiled. “But when you meet someone and fall in love and they tell you all these wonderful things, you change your mind.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1578628326266873747?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1578628326266873747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1578628326266873747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1578628326266873747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1578628326266873747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-at-90.html' title='Love at 90'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SZcLti2Ws6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/CEabhHOCHZQ/s72-c/doc4996bf2826968012036236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1525954214184646911</id><published>2009-02-08T18:32:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:29:15.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sunday Songs: Songs of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SY93PW-S_7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/Pizd45Xx6N4/s1600-h/Love+Songs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300586392186978226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SY93PW-S_7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/Pizd45Xx6N4/s320/Love+Songs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sitting in church yesterday I learned it was &lt;a href="http://wmd.wwme.org/"&gt;World Marriage Day&lt;/a&gt;. How fitting, considering I was hoping to write a post of Sunday songs full of love in anticipation for the upcoming Valentine's Day holiday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this particular mass, the priest was renewing the vows of couples that have been married for 20+ years. They went through the different milestones (20 years, 30 years, etc.) and at the end, the entire congregation was surprised when he announced a couple that has spent 71 years of their life together. &lt;strong&gt;71 years!&lt;/strong&gt; I started thinking about that...That means they were married around 1938. I can't even begin to imagine how much they have experienced together. And to me, that is absolutely amazing. In a world that sometimes feels filled with hatred, divorce and infidelity, I am glad there are couples like this defying the odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This playlist, full of some of my all-time favorite love songs, is dedicated to that couple, whatever their names may be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. At Last, Etta James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cowboy Take Me Away, Dixie Chicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Out of My League, Stephen Speaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ribbon in the Sky, Stevie Wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Everything, Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Love Of My Life, Dave Matthews &amp;amp; Santana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You Make It Easy, Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You, Lauryn Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Forever, Ben Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Green Eyes, Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Grow Old With Me, Postal Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I Cross My Heart, George Strait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. If I Ain't Got You, Alicia Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Johnny &amp;amp; June, Heidi Newfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. God Bless The Broken Road, Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Somersault, Zero 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. The Luckiest, Ben Folds Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Me &amp;amp; You, Kenny Chesney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. More Than Words, Extreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. My Favourite Book, Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. When I'm 64, The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Sleeping To Dream, Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Stand By Me, Ben E. King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1525954214184646911?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1525954214184646911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1525954214184646911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1525954214184646911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1525954214184646911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-songs-songs-of-love.html' title='Sunday Songs: Songs of LOVE'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SY93PW-S_7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/Pizd45Xx6N4/s72-c/Love+Songs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6736685456845067618</id><published>2009-02-04T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:04:32.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Video: Lost Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was submitted to the AARP "U@50" video contest and placed second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, sister! I refuse to be part of a generation who doesn't move this world forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6736685456845067618?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6736685456845067618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6736685456845067618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6736685456845067618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6736685456845067618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/interesting-video-lost-generation_04.html' title='Interesting Video: Lost Generation'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7352764836775210204</id><published>2009-02-03T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:32:19.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polar Plunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Olympics Michigan'/><title type='text'>Diving into the Detroit River for a Great Reason! Special Olympics MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SYkJPjjH2JI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MabnCewhCxc/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298776599423342738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SYkJPjjH2JI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MabnCewhCxc/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month I am trying to raise funds for &lt;a href="http://www.somi.org/index.php"&gt;Special Olympics Michigan's&lt;/a&gt; Polar Plunge. The Plunge, held at various locations around the state, is an annual fundraiser open to individuals willing to plunge into freezing cold water to raise funds needed to support the year-round athletic training of more than 16,000 athletes across the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may have read in a &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/02/dive-into-icy-water-and-benefit-special.html"&gt;post last year&lt;/a&gt;, I feel compelled to give back to an organization that has taught me so much about myself. I am excited because two of my girlfriends will be making the plunge with me -- dressed according to our team name, Happily Ever After. (I'll post some photos afterward!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to come watch us plunge on Feb. 21 at 10 a.m. at the Roostertail in Detroit. And, if you're feeling generous and want to donate, visit my page &lt;a href="https://www.firstgiving.com/laurenweber"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you can't, feel free to cheer me on -- I'll need the support (and some liquid courage)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7352764836775210204?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7352764836775210204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7352764836775210204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7352764836775210204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7352764836775210204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/diving-into-detroit-river-for-great.html' title='Diving into the Detroit River for a Great Reason! Special Olympics MI'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SYkJPjjH2JI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MabnCewhCxc/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-464463721531171212</id><published>2009-02-01T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:57:56.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: John Rich - Shutting Down Detroit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GoIXxFSq7og' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GoIXxFSq7og'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you've heard this song, you probably could have guessed this would be the song I picked for this week's Sunday Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie, the first time I heard this, I shed some tears for Detroit. It pains me everyday to hear about the thousands of people being laid off from auto-related jobs and beyond. This song strikes a chord with me because it says exactly how I feel -- you shut Detroit down and watch out! It's going to be chaos for this entire country -- it truly will be the trickle down effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to John Rich for writing this song - in an hour. I'm glad someone out there in the 'real world' is paying attention to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-464463721531171212?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/464463721531171212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=464463721531171212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/464463721531171212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/464463721531171212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-song-john-rich-shutting-down.html' title='Sunday Song: John Rich - Shutting Down Detroit'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2917799043752854052</id><published>2009-01-29T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:53:24.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Wisdom from some "old girls"</title><content type='html'>There were a few things I gained when Jason and I moved into our home...namely an antique chest, complete with old school hats, a weird, yet beautiful, wardrobe and a bottle of wonderful champagne. But my favorite part left behind in our house are the random quotes our prior owner posted everywhere. I haven't taken them down because they are great and motivate me everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my favorite (located in the medicine cabinet of all places) almost every night...It's advice from women 100 years old and up. There's a lot of great knowledge here, so I figured I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't control other people. You can only control your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't hold onto anger -- you'll just make yourself miserable.&lt;br /&gt;- When playing Scrabble, don't use up the S's right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frances Johnson, 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Avoid a fast talker when looking for a husband. Go for someone who's steady.&lt;br /&gt;- Volunteering gets you away from your own worries.&lt;br /&gt;- More is not necessarily better. Going for first or biggest leads to unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edna Anderson, 100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A person never gets too old to love.&lt;br /&gt;- If you expect perfection from everyone, you'll be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;- You're better off alone than with bad company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Cavaliere, 106&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anything you love is important.&lt;br /&gt;- Children love praise. They'll do something again and again just to get you to praise them.&lt;br /&gt;- You'll always need your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melva Radcliffe, 105&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never feel sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- If you worry about being old, you will be old.&lt;br /&gt;- A mother should respect her children, just as they should respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evelyn "Tootsie" Yeager, 102&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2917799043752854052?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2917799043752854052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2917799043752854052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2917799043752854052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2917799043752854052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/01/wisdom-from-some-old-girls.html' title='Wisdom from some &quot;old girls&quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5533494912102416324</id><published>2009-01-25T19:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:21:44.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtis Granderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit Tigers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>Who's Your Tiger? Mine is absolutely GRAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SX0HVAMmRII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tqW2l1zOOTw/s1600-h/Curtis+Granderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295396794269058178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SX0HVAMmRII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tqW2l1zOOTw/s320/Curtis+Granderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession to make: I have a crush on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtis_Granderson"&gt;Curtis Granderson&lt;/a&gt;, the rockin' center fielder for the Detroit Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I really care about baseball? Nope, not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grandy is such a winner when it comes to knocking life outta the park, it's hard &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to feel the pitter-patter of love when you learn his story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became fascinated with Granderson last year when I randomly came across his &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/blog/index?name=granderson_curtis"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; on ESPN.com. It was there that I learned he is not only a great writer, but he also graduated with a degree in business marketing/managing. And boy does he know how to market himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good baseball player. He's very media-friendly. But most importantly, he does what many sports players do not do enough of: he gives back to the community. More specifically, he gives back to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his short time as a MLB player, he has donated time, money and memorabilia to tons of charitable causes not only in the Detroit area, but throughout the entire nation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of Granderson's parents were teachers in Chicago, therefore the importance of education has become the focal point in Granderson's message to area youth, as he is one of only a handful of MLB players with a college degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His foundation, the &lt;a href="http://www.grandkidsfoundation.org/"&gt;Grand Kids Foundation&lt;/a&gt; was established last year to help our local public schools purchase school supplies for needy families and buy books and supplies for schools that don't receive the funds they are always in dire need of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's even established numerous baseball programs in some of Michigan's inner cities and is currently working on creating a scholarship program for high school graduates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd, he's only 27 years old, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandy, I'll be rooting for you this season. Not because I love baseball, but because I love how you connect with the community. Keep up the good work and keep making Detroit proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5533494912102416324?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5533494912102416324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5533494912102416324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5533494912102416324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5533494912102416324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-your-tiger-mine-is-absolutely.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Tiger? Mine is absolutely GRAND'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SX0HVAMmRII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tqW2l1zOOTw/s72-c/Curtis+Granderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5725070372976304455</id><published>2009-01-25T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:34:32.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Lifehouse's Everything Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have loved this song since I saw Lifehouse live in high school. Amazing song...and this skit's interpretation sends chills down my spine. Whether you are religious or not...watch with an open mind. There is just plain something to be said about the power of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God places the heaviest burden on those who can carry its weight.” ~ Reggie White&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5725070372976304455?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5725070372976304455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5725070372976304455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5725070372976304455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5725070372976304455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-song-lifehouse-everything-skit.html' title='Sunday Song: Lifehouse&amp;#39;s Everything Skit'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7304545348571763493</id><published>2009-01-06T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:04:05.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Song Around the World" from Playing For Change </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet another un-Sunday song, however, this one is SO post-worthy. This vid is from an award-winning documentary called "Playing For Change: Peace Through Music." (check out www.playingforchange.com for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing musical concept. Thank you, video maker. Here's to a little peace in '09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7304545348571763493?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7304545348571763493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7304545348571763493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7304545348571763493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7304545348571763493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-song-around-world-from-playing.html' title='Sunday Song: &amp;quot;Song Around the World&amp;quot; from Playing For Change '/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6067060516354683286</id><published>2009-01-01T14:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:58:18.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Operation New Years Resolutions 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SV0fkr2NLdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xrUQhpBloF4/s1600-h/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286416252708662738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SV0fkr2NLdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xrUQhpBloF4/s320/2009-print-preview-blog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never made an official list of New Years resolutions, so I've decided to try it out this year. Many people create lofty resolutions that never even make it to February, so I've made what I consider a reasonable list, full of things I know I can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be healthy.&lt;/strong&gt; As most folks, I would love to lose weight -- but I'm not quite ready to cut junk food out of my life completely. I just want to take better care of myself. No more booze and bad food binges. Work out more and cook more healthily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress appropriately for my age and buy classic clothes.&lt;/strong&gt; My mom has been trying for years to make me look like a "grown-up." To be honest, I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; work clothes (I am def a jeans and fun T-shirt-kinda girl), but I know it's necessary to be taken seriously. And when you work in an office full of well-dressed women, it's hard to not stick out as the hippie that doesn't iron or send clothes to the dry cleaner. I need to work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a library card (and use it).&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's time I go back to my younger days of wandering the library looking for the perfect book. Besides, buying books is such a rip-off and libraries are full of great things like CDs and movies, too. (this leads me to my next point...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read more for pleasure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make more time to volunteer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to church more.&lt;/strong&gt; I love my sleep, I'm not gonna lie. But, that's a &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; excuse not to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to garden.&lt;/strong&gt; Word is I'm destined to have a green thumb...we'll see about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to sew. &lt;/strong&gt;I got a sewing machine last Christmas. By Christmas 2009, I want to know how to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get creative.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to engage the creative side of my mind more often. Handmade presents are much more fun than store-bought stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do small things to make other people's day&lt;/strong&gt; (i.e. send random cards to friends, pay for meal of person behind me in drive-thru line, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Best of luck to you all in 2009!&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/4011629095945434572-6067060516354683286?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6067060516354683286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6067060516354683286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6067060516354683286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6067060516354683286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2009/01/operation-new-years-resolutions-2009.html' title='Operation New Years Resolutions 2009'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SV0fkr2NLdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xrUQhpBloF4/s72-c/2009-print-preview-blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6150375105984742973</id><published>2008-12-28T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:41:44.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks'/><title type='text'>Sunday Songs: Best Movie Soundtracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVg4bZUBldI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z0KoryfQG-k/s1600-h/soundtracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285036206021776850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVg4bZUBldI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z0KoryfQG-k/s320/soundtracks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best creations ever was movie soundtracks...not only do they heighten emotions in movies, but they can be some of the best mixes other than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few of my faves, in no order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/William-Shakespeares-Romeo-Juliet-Enhanced/dp/B000002U4X"&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (circa '96)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mix will sure to bring you to every emotion possible - hate to love to freedom to death. Fab compilation. My faves are "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jt-NwAA3Wvo"&gt;Kissing You&lt;/a&gt;" by Des'ree and "&lt;a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/album/romeo-juliet-soundtrack/you-and-me-song/lyrics.html"&gt;You and Me Song&lt;/a&gt;" by Wannadies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Garden-State-Various-Artists/dp/B0002J58LK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1230514663&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Garden State (2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mix always reminds me of walking to class during college. I can't pick a favorite song...they all are amazing. However, I do have a bit of a soft spot for "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2XNmF8tnN0"&gt;Blue Eyes&lt;/a&gt;" by the Cary Brothers because during that time in my life I was dating a blue eyed boy (and my future hubby)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Almost-Famous-Various-Artists-Soundtracks/dp/B00004XR5G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1230515163&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Almost Famous (2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite movies ever. Plus, this reminds me of high school (I'll be honest - it's great to make-out to)! Great tracks: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Qn3tel9FWU"&gt;Tiny Dancer&lt;/a&gt;" by Elton John, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHQ_aTjXObs"&gt;Simple Man&lt;/a&gt;" by Lynyrd Skynrd and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wf0VP01JauQ"&gt;The Wind&lt;/a&gt;" by Cat Stevens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elizabethtown-Various-Artists/dp/B000AA305W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1230515496&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Elizabethtown (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mediocre movie, but great soundtrack to chill to. "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBSbZAn-hLM"&gt;Hard Times&lt;/a&gt;" by Eastmountainsouth has amazing harmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hope-Floats-Music-Motion-Picture/dp/B000006359/ref=pd_sim_m_1"&gt;Hope Floats (1998)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another mediocre flick, but I absolutely love this mix of romantic music with a bit of country. "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hl7LdevJ71c"&gt;Chances Are&lt;/a&gt;" by Detroit-native Bob Seger and Martina McBride and Garth Brooks' rendition of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb89CUTwTGw"&gt;To Make You Feel My Love&lt;/a&gt;" = GORGEOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forrest-Gump-Soundtrack-American-Classics/dp/samples/B000002AQQ/ref=dp_tracks_all_1#disc_1"&gt;Forrest Gump (1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just makes sense that I adore the soundtrack of my favorite movie of all time. It's all my favorite hippie-era groups, too: The Doors, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Mammas and the Pappas, etc. Can't get much better than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Soundtrack-Various-Artists/dp/B001ED7C58/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1230516556&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Twilight (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soundtrack makes the movie worth seeing, although the books are still better. Love Linkin Park, Paramore, Muse and Iron &amp;amp; Wine...but my favorite track doesn't even have words and it was written for the movie: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qUM9k1A1nU&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_426490&amp;amp;feature=iv"&gt;Bella's Lullaby&lt;/a&gt;. It's beautiful and fits the books/movie to a T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sex-City-Original-Motion-Picture/dp/B001662FH8/ref=pd_sim_m_1"&gt;Sex and The City - the movie (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the movie, this soundtrack is fabulous. I esp. love "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yugyMlfvoc"&gt;How Can You Mend A Broken Heart&lt;/a&gt;" by Al Green feat. Joss Stone and a remake of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS3d3bnK3-4"&gt;How Deep Is Your Love&lt;/a&gt;" by The Bird &amp;amp; The Bee. I just bought vol. 2 and hopefully it's just as good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's many, many more I adore, but this list, my friends, are what I consider the cream of the crop. Are there any others out there I should look into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6150375105984742973?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6150375105984742973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6150375105984742973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6150375105984742973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6150375105984742973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-songs-best-movie-soundtracks.html' title='Sunday Songs: Best Movie Soundtracks'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVg4bZUBldI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z0KoryfQG-k/s72-c/soundtracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3595224579342086746</id><published>2008-12-23T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:47:54.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Detroit People Mover Art</title><content type='html'>One thing downtown Detroit has going for it is the &lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Home.id.2.htm"&gt;People Mover&lt;/a&gt;. It's no &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_"&gt;L-train&lt;/a&gt;, but it does the job of transporting out-of-towners to places such as the Ren Cen, Joe Louis and Cobo in a clean, efficient and safe manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part of taking the short ride around the city? The beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Art-in-Stations.id.4.htm"&gt;artwork in the stations&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me to pick a favorite, but these two are absolutely gorgeous in my eyes (information/photos taken from the People Mover &lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Home.id.2.htm"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE LOUIS ARENA STATION -&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Joe-Louis-Arena.id.52.htm"&gt;VOYAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282835630183256402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVBnBBfZkVI/AAAAAAAAApk/8esld64UtHw/s320/joelouisart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"This piece was originally designed to be blue to depict the skys, since the images are of constellations. However, it was changed to orange to blend in with the colors of Joe Louis Arena. The artist painted a mural and sent the painting off to Crovatto Mosiacs, which is located in a little town in Italy. The town's chief industry is making venetian glass mosaics (too expensive to have done in the States). To make venetian glass workers pounded out very small pieces of colored glass and glued each piece with the flat side directly down onto sheets of paper. A wooden panel was then placed on top of the jagged sections, and shipped to Detroit. The panels were then installed on the station's walls. Then the sheets of paper were removed from the glass pieces to give us this finished art piece. The design is based on astrological signs from the 17th century."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Cadillac-Center.id.58.htm"&gt;CADILLAC CENTER&lt;/a&gt; STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282836240556026114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVBnkjTm6QI/AAAAAAAAAps/LPTXUTtKxyg/s320/cadillacart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"A profoundly rich green hue emanates from luminous arches, which are surrounded by Pewabic tiles that had been originally fired for the Stroh Brewery in 1955. The mural is interspersed with tiles depicting Detroit workers, which were originally installed in Detroit's Northern High School in 1926. The bronze plaque of Madame Cadillac entering Detroit after her canoe journey from Quebec is by Carlos Romanelli, dated 1903. It is presently on loan from the Detroit Institute of Arts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the &lt;a href="http://www.thepeoplemover.com/Art-in-Stations.id.4.htm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. What's your favorite piece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently guided art tours are are available for groups of 10-30 by appointment through the tour season (May-October). Hmmm....may just have to get some folks together to learn about the art/history first hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3595224579342086746?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3595224579342086746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3595224579342086746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3595224579342086746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3595224579342086746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/detroit-people-mover-art.html' title='Detroit People Mover Art'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVBnBBfZkVI/AAAAAAAAApk/8esld64UtHw/s72-c/joelouisart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-423827325469136660</id><published>2008-12-22T21:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:59:17.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Songs: The Ultimate Workout Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282829040758534066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVBhBd-Hr7I/AAAAAAAAApc/W5fkCXFozJg/s320/workout-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alright it's Monday, so I'm a little late for a Sunday Song, but I'm still calling it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of myself trying to get my butt in shape, I've decided to share with you what I consider to me the ultimate workout playlist. Mind you, I fell off the treadmill listening to it (v. embarrassing), but that just means it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good. So, without further ado, here's my mix, in order of intensity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paolo Nutini - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CCQ7IiWZBg"&gt;New Shoes&lt;/a&gt;" : gym shoes?&lt;br /&gt;2. Fedde Le Grand - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYPqA4slnbQ"&gt;Put Your Hands Up For Detroit&lt;/a&gt;" : our lovely city.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamie Lidell - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T--j0_yxBaY"&gt;Little Bit of Feel Good&lt;/a&gt;" : goes along way.&lt;br /&gt;4. Caesars - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an6A-Wu6-B4"&gt;Jerk It Out&lt;/a&gt;" : kick it old school.&lt;br /&gt;5. Silvertide - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPC4Sfhcomg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Blue Jeans&lt;/a&gt;" : makes me want to drop a few sizes in my blue jeans.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rusted Root - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juKh1-pxTms"&gt;Ecstasy&lt;/a&gt;" : Spanish/Carribean-influence vibe. Muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;7. Jamiroquai "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGjC0wbUXzk"&gt;Canned Heat&lt;/a&gt;" : Yes, Napolean Dynamite made it famous, but this song makes &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; wanna dance.&lt;br /&gt;8. The Killers "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc"&gt;Mr. Brightside&lt;/a&gt;" : destiny is calling me...&lt;br /&gt;9. Skillet - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIQ_NkmYw3g"&gt;Rebirthing&lt;/a&gt;" : this Christian band's song rocks my socks off. love the strings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Linkin Park - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYwUwDX6Vwk"&gt;Faint&lt;/a&gt;" : ultimate anger song...but anything by LP rocks, really.&lt;/div&gt;11. OutKast - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XBgXBvI8a0"&gt;B.O.B.&lt;/a&gt;" (Bombs Over Baghdad) : nananana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool down =&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xK8t0gP4isE"&gt;Superwoman&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Damian Marley and Bobby Brown - "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rry3-Mu7FaI"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Robin Thicke - "&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOM215SM8UU"&gt;Lost Without You&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share with me what songs you like to workout to. I need some kick booty inspiration to continue this recent spurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-423827325469136660?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/423827325469136660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=423827325469136660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/423827325469136660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/423827325469136660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-songs-ultimate-workout-playlist.html' title='Sunday Songs: The Ultimate Workout Playlist'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SVBhBd-Hr7I/AAAAAAAAApc/W5fkCXFozJg/s72-c/workout-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2171490705112476556</id><published>2008-12-16T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:19:42.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation Army'/><title type='text'>Ring-A-Ling...It's that time of year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUhetHssZwI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZzlEZ0p_vsY/s1600-h/red_kettle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574692345538306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUhetHssZwI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZzlEZ0p_vsY/s320/red_kettle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, whether you like 'em or loathe 'em, it's the bell ringing time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've volunteered to ring bells for &lt;a href="http://www.salmich.org/"&gt;The Salvation Army&lt;/a&gt; in the past, but none has been as much fun as ringing with my partner in crime, &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;. We wear Santa hats and act goofy and play music, but more importantly we walk away knowing we did our part to contribute to the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our clients at the PR agency where I work is The Salvation Army, both of &lt;a href="http://www.salmich.org/"&gt;metro Detroit &lt;/a&gt;and for &lt;a href="http://www.sawashtenaw.org/"&gt;Washtenaw County&lt;/a&gt;. I don't serve directly on the accounts, however, I hear the banter that goes back and forth and am amazed by the passion my teammates put into the work they do for the organizations. (yes, they are paid for the work, but &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;millions &lt;/strong&gt;of hours they over service)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the news everyday: times are extremely tough in Michigan right now and unfortunately, the Salvation Army is experiencing it first-hand. Not only is the need for their services up more than 20 percent across the board (especially in the 'burbs, folks), but donations to their annual Red Kettle fundraising campaign is down a good chunk of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've told my colleagues from time to time -- I think the issue is people just simply don't understand what their donation go toward. Let me tell you one thing -- it's not just thrift stores, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 alone, The Salvation Army in Metro Detroit utilized Red Kettle contributions to help provide the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;7,811 meals &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelter for more than 2,110 men, women and children each night &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To purchase 9,951+ winter clothing items, including coats, hats and mittens &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To purchase 111,030 Christmas gifts for kids and seniors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Additionally, donations also funded rehabilitation and after school programs, provided utility assistance, free legal aid and helped to make many more other beneficial programs possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my thoughts on three ways to help TSA:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONATE.&lt;/strong&gt; Drop a few pennies into the bucket. Or maybe even an extra buck if you're feeling frisky. So you can't get a taco at T-Bizzle. At least you can feed a hungry, local child. Or maybe even two for that matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLUNTEER.&lt;/strong&gt; What is 2 hours of time in the scheme of life? Not much. Bell ringing is great fun and is wonderful people watching. (sign up at &lt;a href="http://www.ringbell.org/"&gt;ringbell.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAY THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a small gesture, but believe me, when you're standing out in the cold, hearing those words warms your soul right up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2171490705112476556?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2171490705112476556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2171490705112476556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2171490705112476556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2171490705112476556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/ring-lingits-that-time-of-year.html' title='Ring-A-Ling...It&apos;s that time of year!'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUhetHssZwI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZzlEZ0p_vsY/s72-c/red_kettle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2970712450927229662</id><published>2008-12-14T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:13:37.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classical music'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "O Fortuna" from Carmina Burana</title><content type='html'>I won two tickets this week to see famed musician/composer &lt;a href="http://www.leonardslatkin.com/"&gt;Leonard Slatkin&lt;/a&gt; direct &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmina_Burana_(Orff)"&gt;Carmina Burana&lt;/a&gt; today with the &lt;a href="http://www.detroitsymphony.org/"&gt;Detroit Symphony Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;, so Jason and I went to check it out for our 6-month wedding anniversary. It was AMAZING! We had awful seats (upper balcony isn't recommended), but it didn't even matter...you could've heard a pin drop during the performance because the entire audience was in absolute awe with the talented musicians and singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the entire piece, which is made up of 24 medieval Latin poems, is "O Fortuna." If you haven't ever heard it, go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuERh0jBjh8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; NOW. It'll raise the hair on your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rounded out the night with dinner at &lt;a href="http://slowsbarbq.com/"&gt;Slows BBQ&lt;/a&gt;. As always, we had to wait nearly 45 minutes, but the amazing food totally makes the wait bearable. It was a perfect night to end a wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2970712450927229662?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2970712450927229662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2970712450927229662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2970712450927229662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2970712450927229662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-song-o-fortuna-from-carmina.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;O Fortuna&quot; from Carmina Burana'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4036456976593048494</id><published>2008-12-11T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:32:14.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post is Brought To You By The Letter R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUHLSRN9NFI/AAAAAAAAApI/BxHLELOf_ws/s1600-h/R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278723752974955602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUHLSRN9NFI/AAAAAAAAApI/BxHLELOf_ws/s320/R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you just need to "fluff" it up and do a fun post. Hence, why I asked the fab &lt;a href="http://secretlysupergirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Supergirll&lt;/a&gt; to tag me for a post based on a letter of her choosing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop-a-loop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave a comment on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter and the chain continues on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s my list, all starting with my assigned letter -- R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Random. I am pretty sure that sums up my personality well. I can be so off-color but be so "corporate" if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rabbits. One of my favorite books as a kid was &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Kr3QSOrKoGYC&amp;amp;dq=runaway+bunny&amp;amp;pg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=236zr9v4ym&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;sig=YoQOQZLhZ1YCTcQVDLMb3VEiDbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;resnum=8&amp;amp;ct=result#PPT50,M1"&gt;Runaway Bunny&lt;/a&gt; (pretty profound when you read it as an adult). As a kid, I also had a recurring dream of visiting the Easter bunny's house. It was my favorite dream and I recall praying to have that dream over and over. I later read in a dream book that dreaming about rabbits signify luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rent. One of my favorite musicals of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Red House. This &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjOQ9r35uiU"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; by Jimi Hendrix was what inspired me to check out more blues music. I absolutely love the sound. It's just plain sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ring of Fire. Johnny Cash's hit always reminds me of Jason's family and more importantly, our "burning" love for each other (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Raspberries. My absolute favorite fruit. Too bad they're so expensive and go bad so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rainbows. Cheesy to say, but there's always one after a storm...and they amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Reading. It's the only way I can truly turn off my brain at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Romance. Some say it's dead, while I see the glass as half full. Everyday I see/read of romance. It does exist, it just may be a bit different than it was "back in the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. R-e-s-p-e-c-t. It means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that was not as hard as I thought it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4036456976593048494?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4036456976593048494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4036456976593048494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4036456976593048494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4036456976593048494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-letter-r.html' title='This Post is Brought To You By The Letter R'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUHLSRN9NFI/AAAAAAAAApI/BxHLELOf_ws/s72-c/R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6460449948225966881</id><published>2008-12-10T20:59:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:13.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Learning the Joy of Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278353287301154994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUB6WVCZyLI/AAAAAAAAApA/moneelrbbk8/s320/CIMG0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have a recent obsession: COOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most Americans, food is a passion of mine. I enjoy finer food, but as mentioned in an earlier post, I am also completely satisfied with Coney Island fare or Taco Bell on occasion. Regardless, one thing I've learned over the past few months is there's just something so satisfying about making a meal on your own that actually turns out the way it looks in the cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of cooking all started when Jason and I moved into our house last year. We decided that with an official "big kid" kitchen, we needed to start utilizing the space for something other than a spot to throw mail. Although we still do have empty cupboards, we're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really tough to find the time to cook and since we generally don't get home until about 7 p.m., we need to make dinners that are both quick and tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/FoodFamilyArchive/FoodAndFamilyArchiveLanding.aspx"&gt;Kraft Food &amp;amp; Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; magazine. We only get the mag because the prior home owner got it and let me tell you, it's a lifesaver! Although we're fans of Top Chef, it's virtually impossible to cook quickly and on a budget with the ingredients needed for the extravagant meals they create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going gourmet, we've made all kinds of things from the magazine's simple pages plus many others from additional cookbooks...recent meals have included tuna pie, beef stroganoff, chicken and biscuits, chili, bruschetta chicken bake, garlic ranch chicken...and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend giving the mag and cooking in general a try. It truly gives you something to look forward to each day...and provides a great escape from daily stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6460449948225966881?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6460449948225966881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6460449948225966881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6460449948225966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6460449948225966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/12/learning-joy-of-cooking.html' title='Learning the Joy of Cooking'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SUB6WVCZyLI/AAAAAAAAApA/moneelrbbk8/s72-c/CIMG0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3193299343193495344</id><published>2008-11-30T20:04:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:21:52.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "The Winter Rose"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/STNGkCdRKQI/AAAAAAAAAow/PgEqabiTajg/s1600-h/Winter-Roses300x451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274637173529848066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/STNGkCdRKQI/AAAAAAAAAow/PgEqabiTajg/s320/Winter-Roses300x451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love singing. I have been in choirs my entire life...except for the past four years. I was sad when life just got to crazy to make time for my favorite pastime. But as I've gotten a tighter grip on what to expect with my job, I decided I needed to &lt;em&gt;make time&lt;/em&gt; to sing. After my dear friend Lyndsey joined her local community chorus, I decided to check if there was one in my area. And sure enough, there is and I've been singing with the group ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am by FAR one of the youngest people in the group, but I don't care. There is just some amazing inner peace I get within myself when I sing harmony in a large group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the pieces we are singing in our holiday concert this Friday is "The Winter Rose." It chills me every time I sing it, and sometimes when I think about the words, I get choked up. The work tells the story of Jesus’ ministry, passion, death and resurrection, however, I believe it can be taken whichever way you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find an MP3 online anywhere, but I thought I'd at least share the beautiful lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Winter Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph Martin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the silence of the winter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while stars shown high above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God sent from heaven's garden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a rose to show His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It opened in the dark of night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the world was fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So perfect was its beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made the heavens weep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The angels paused to wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon that winsome sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And kings and shepherds gathered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To worship in its light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all breathed in its beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A precious sweet perfume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the bleak midwinter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rose began to bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O let us now remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God put on the thorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Love restored the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Winter Rose was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Love restored the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Winter Rose was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the Detroit area and want to check out the concert, here's the details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Troy Community Chorus presents &lt;em&gt;Joyful and Triumphant -- &lt;/em&gt;30th Anniversary Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 p.m. -- December 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Troy Athens High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3193299343193495344?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3193299343193495344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3193299343193495344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3193299343193495344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3193299343193495344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-song-winter-rose.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;The Winter Rose&quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/STNGkCdRKQI/AAAAAAAAAow/PgEqabiTajg/s72-c/Winter-Roses300x451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-350317527314436869</id><published>2008-11-24T19:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:20:51.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Quick Thoughts on the Twilight Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272393984415580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SStOZPz_QGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jjsXUggfwOU/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll admit it, I've entered the "Twilight" zone. I've read the first two books in the acclaimed series and have started on the third. Along the way, I have enjoyed them immensely. They are an easy read and provide the perfect escape at the end of the day when all I want to do is turn off my brain and relax. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie yesterday and thought it was decent -- it was good for what it was, but in my opinion, the book almost always surpasses the movie. Regardless, I was still extremely proud today when I read that the director of this movie, Catherine Hardwicke, broke the record for the biggest opening ever for a female director. GIRL POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love is that media folks are saying is that it was audiences of teenage girls that were filling the theaters to a take in a whooping $70.6 million this weekend alone. But what about us 20-somethings? Regardless of the cheesiness, there's just something to be said about a good, fluffy (and screwed up) romance. Teens and adults alike swoon over Edward Cullen and his mysteriousness. Stephenie Meyer (the author) knew what the heck she was doing when she created this series. GIRL POWER for her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna lie...I am already excited for "New Moon" to come out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-350317527314436869?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/350317527314436869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=350317527314436869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/350317527314436869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/350317527314436869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-thoughts-on-twilight-craze.html' title='Quick Thoughts on the Twilight Craze'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SStOZPz_QGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jjsXUggfwOU/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7803569215164127415</id><published>2008-11-23T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:23:17.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: T-Baby's "It's So Cold in the D"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aktLRiWXfqg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aktLRiWXfqg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This YouTube video phenomenon has bombarded Detroit radio airwaves. It's horrible vocally and the video is awful as well, but local singer T-Baby is on to something and the big star rappers should take note...this song is SO catchy! It's been in my head since I first heard it a month ago. Add some decent back-up vocals and change the words to be grammatically correct and this just may become the next Detroit anthem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with December coming up so quickly, she's spittin' the truth...It IS so cold in the D!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7803569215164127415?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7803569215164127415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7803569215164127415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7803569215164127415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7803569215164127415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-song-t-baby-so-cold-in-d.html' title='Sunday Song: T-Baby&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s So Cold in the D&amp;quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-480387189005265796</id><published>2008-11-16T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:40:22.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Kid Rock's "Roll On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/a5w4DfUvdcw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/a5w4DfUvdcw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love him or hate him, Kid Rock sure brings about some good karma for the D. His lastest hit song's video, "Roll On" features tons of great scenery of the city and makes us proud. Thanks, Kid for not forgetting your D-town roots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-480387189005265796?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/480387189005265796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=480387189005265796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/480387189005265796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/480387189005265796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-song-kid-rock-on.html' title='Sunday Song: Kid Rock&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Roll On&amp;quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-1700955124908062384</id><published>2008-11-11T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:10:39.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>A Salute to Vets &amp; Soldiers Across America</title><content type='html'>In honor of Veteran's Day, I am posting a very powerful forward I received from my mother-in-law about the life of a soldier. It makes me very thankful for those who have fought for our freedom in the past and those currently serving our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602178849533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SRpIRdBmb0I/AAAAAAAAAes/sjji-N3tZCI/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how hot it is. He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. He doesn't get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267601836211397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SRpH9gmTYbI/AAAAAAAAAek/gXRI-L6cjFs/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes as a baby cries. He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him. He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees the broken bodies lying around him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267601617314014098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SRpHwxJGY5I/AAAAAAAAAec/I9LA3O8yxEc/s320/image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay at home and watch TV. He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable. He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602441976264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SRpIgxP5tXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uRhjepFipG8/s320/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER our Troops NOW and do not forget them LATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-1700955124908062384?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/1700955124908062384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=1700955124908062384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1700955124908062384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/1700955124908062384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/salute-to-vets-soldiers-across-america.html' title='A Salute to Vets &amp; Soldiers Across America'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SRpIRdBmb0I/AAAAAAAAAes/sjji-N3tZCI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6768905377670509556</id><published>2008-11-09T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:21:11.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coney Island'/><title type='text'>Greatest Detroit Hit: Coney Island Restaurants</title><content type='html'>There's tons of great products made in Detroit, but nothing tops the &lt;em&gt;straight-up&lt;/em&gt; DEEETROIT category quite as much as &lt;a href="http://jobspage.typepad.com/coneydetroit/"&gt;Coney Island&lt;/a&gt; restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Detroiters consider themselves coney connoisseurs...Between &lt;a href="http://www.kerbyskoneyisland.com/"&gt;Kerby's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://leosconeyisland.com/"&gt;Leo's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nationalconeyisland.com/"&gt;National&lt;/a&gt; and hundreds of other great family-owned joints -- Detroit-area Coney Island restaurants all are so similar and amazingly cheap. I like to jokingly blame my Greek roots for my weekend cravings, but I really think it's just me feeling incestuous about my love for Michigan-made products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical Detroit-area Coney Island provides the perfect menu for all to nosh on: classic coney islands, Greek salads, spinach pie, Gyros, baklava and my personal fave non-traditional classic - chicken hanis. Besides the variety of menu choices, I'd have to say my favorite part of my coney visits is that although you may go to different places, the food always gets to you super fast and it generally tastes the same. It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As all Greek families have, my great-grandpa once had a restaurant in Detroit at the intersection of Woodward and Peterboro. I would give my eye teeth to see that place in action nowadays. I'm not really sure why it ever went out of business, but I'm surely glad that at least the iconic Detroit anchors American and Layfayette Coney Islands have survived in the D for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Coney_Island#Genealogy_of_the_name"&gt;history of the coney in Detroit&lt;/a&gt; is quite fascinating... &lt;a href="http://www.americanconeyisland.com/history.htm"&gt;American Coney Island&lt;/a&gt; came first -- established by immigrant Gust Keros in 1917. The restaurant was first started by Keros and his brother, who got into an argument soon after and split their restaurant into two parts -- the present day American and Lafayette Coney Islands which are next door to each other, and who to this day jokingly argue about which is the "original." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess you could say once again my Greek roots pushed me to experiment -- which one really is &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;? A few colleagues and I decided to take a rainy Friday to challenge ourselves to determine which takes the prize for being the top Coney Island in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266833568679521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReNOdA-7DI/AAAAAAAAAds/XWfueLgquig/s320/CIMG0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We started at American. After being beckoned inside by an older waiter with a thick Greek accent, we were seated and quickly received exactly what we all wanted -- an original coney with all the fixing's. We were impressed. A snappy &lt;a href="http://www.dearbornsausage.com/catalog/index.php"&gt;Dearborn Sausage&lt;/a&gt; dog with chili with a slight kick tasted pretty good going down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266836655106836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReQCG2mRyI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q6F-WgJTfmk/s320/CIMG0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The owner, who called himself "Dan-Dan the hot dog man," told us a bit about the history of the two restaurants and claimed American was the best because it was the Detroit original. Before leaving, we got a pic with him (of course, he's the guy with the American flag-inspired hat!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266834302790220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReN5LynOjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8gM97lxWLSw/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From there, we walked next door to Layfayette and were greeted by classic 50s mint green tile walls and another older Greek gentleman waiter. The coney, of course, arrived quickly. The &lt;a href="http://wintersausageonline.com/"&gt;Winters Sausage&lt;/a&gt; hot dog was a little softer than American's and the chili had a bit more of a kick -- possibly from extra spices used in the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266836429957158002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReP1AGu1HI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gsvK-jAAfAg/s320/CIMG0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As mentioned above, most Coney Islands generally have the same fare with the same taste. But, we unanimously decided that American's dog was our favorite. The snappy casing on the hot dog, the passionate owner and the good old fashioned Americana theme was what sold us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266838280753489890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReRgu29p-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/RSCcUUs9bQg/s320/CIMG0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But really, in the end, both were extremely similar. Some picky points: both could have used more mustard (or at least had it on the table) and both gave me a mild case of heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and take the coney challenge yourself. And be sure to frequent your local coney joint. It's a Detroit classic not to be missed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6768905377670509556?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6768905377670509556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6768905377670509556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6768905377670509556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6768905377670509556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-detroit-hit-coney-island.html' title='Greatest Detroit Hit: Coney Island Restaurants'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReNOdA-7DI/AAAAAAAAAds/XWfueLgquig/s72-c/CIMG0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5866426271338474205</id><published>2008-11-09T19:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:25:47.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupac'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Changes" by 2Pac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/t/tupac/changes_full/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266828268227290034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReIZ7SsY7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/7qdoIrutWZI/s320/2Pac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a shame Tupac Shakur isn't alive today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Pac's song &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK3rj9Eodz0"&gt;Changes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has lyrics that say "And though it seems heaven sent / We ain't ready to have a black president." Yet, today, a little more than a decade after 2Pac's death, we obviously ARE ready for a black president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, as you all know, we elected Barack Obama -- a president that doesn't "look" like a single past president. African American children in classrooms with photos of all the presidents lining the walls will now have a face that looks like them -- something many having been dreaming about for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, slavery, segregation and mere ignorance have hindered the hopes of black progress time and again. Obama symbolizes the resurrection of hope and the restoration of belief in a country that has often failed to treat its black citizens as equals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.&lt;/em&gt; - 2Pac, Changes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to the next four years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5866426271338474205?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5866426271338474205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5866426271338474205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5866426271338474205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5866426271338474205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-song-changes-by-2pac.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Changes&quot; by 2Pac'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SReIZ7SsY7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/7qdoIrutWZI/s72-c/2Pac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2132552055868974957</id><published>2008-11-02T19:25:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:21:51.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Seasons of Love" (From Rent)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQ5KjGPjj1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/s5DWXuhydiw/s1600-h/poster_rent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264226981274423122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQ5KjGPjj1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/s5DWXuhydiw/s320/poster_rent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As mentioned in the &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-influences.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, my mom truly exposed me to everything possible since I was very young. One thing I got hooked to virtually right out of the womb, was live theater. Coming from a middle class background, heading into Detroit to see a show at the Fox or the Fisher wasn't always an affordable option, but nonetheless, we often made the trip downtown for a show at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen tons of plays-- straight and musicals and have even been a part of a half dozen or so. Through my experiences, I would have to say my absolute favorite is &lt;a href="http://www.siteforrent.com/"&gt;Rent&lt;/a&gt;. The first time I heard the music, I fell in love and begged my parents to take me to see it during a family trip to Toronto in the 7th grade. Looking back, I may have been one of the youngest audience members, but regardless of the adult content, I LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of background: The play focuses on the year in the life of a group of artsy friends living in New York’s East Village. The friends remain close as they lead lives filled with the threat of homelessness, drugs, homosexuality and AIDS. To me, the play depicts truth to the core and I highly recommend open-minded folks out there to see it live, or if you cannot, at least 'rent' the movie. (Thanks &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; for letting me borrow your copy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the music throughout the play is genius, but the headlining song, "Seasons of Love" may easily take the cake for being one of the best Broadway songs ever written. The lyrics discuss "525,600 minutes," which is the number of minutes in a typical calendar year. Throughout the song, various answers are suggested for how to measure a year (daylights, sunsets, midnights, cups of coffee), however, the conclusion is made that love is the only proper measure of a year in a human life. And I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel slightly guilty for spending the money to see the play for the second time, I can't help myself -- I am going with my girlfriends to see it when it comes to the &lt;a href="http://www.motopera.org/"&gt;Detroit Opera House&lt;/a&gt; in February and I couldn't be more excited. I just may be an official 'Renthead,' singing along with every lyric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the movie version of "Season's of Love" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hj7LRuusFqo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2132552055868974957?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2132552055868974957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2132552055868974957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2132552055868974957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2132552055868974957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-song-seasons-of-love-from-rent.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Seasons of Love&quot; (From Rent)'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQ5KjGPjj1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/s5DWXuhydiw/s72-c/poster_rent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-191504973156675135</id><published>2008-10-28T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:50:16.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch Albom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>My Life Influences</title><content type='html'>I was lucky to hear famed writer and Detroit Free Press columnist &lt;a href="http://www.albom.com/"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/a&gt; speak at the PRSA National Conference this morning. He did a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked through a bit of his past, he mentioned how important several people have been in shaping his life (think &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tuesdays-Morrie-Young-Greatest-Lesson/dp/0385484518/sr=1-2/qid=1159117257/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-6003442-4722306?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/a&gt; if you've read it). It seemed the theme of his entire speech (besides plugging his books), was to never forget those who have mentored you throughout your life -- both professionally and personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was speaking, my mind started to wander. Who has been the influencers in my life? To combat my questioning brain, I came up with a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The obvious influencers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the happiest lady ever, ever, ever. I have her to thank for my optimism and my ability to talk to make strangers feel comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma B. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's stubborn as heck and she never gives up. She taught me when you set your mind to something, gosh darn it, you gotta make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is one of the smartest people I know. Not just the book smart stuff, but the street smarts, too. He's got a good combo for both and I think I was blessed with that half/half gene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has taught me the art of communication and expression. I've always been into a little bit of everything and I think it's because she exposed me to so many things at a young age -- both good and bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The not-so-obvious folks/things:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Trader -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th grade teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs. Trader split our classroom up between the "smart" math kids and the "slower" math kids...I was put in the slow class, while all my friends left for the smart kid class. I think I cried myself to sleep for a week. But Mrs. Trader quickly saw my talent for other subjects -- English and the arts and reiterated to me that we all have our talents and mine just didn't happen to be math. To this day, I have her to thank for helping me to find where my talents lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked there for 2.5 years in high school. Contrary to the popular belief that Wal-Mart is the devil, they treated me well and paid me well. I met tons of great people while working there and was able to learn the true value behind obtaining a college degree. I was also able to save enough money to go on a trip to Europe and get through my first year of college, so I guess you could say it helped me with money management as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bushey -- middle and high school choir teacher and neighbor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who went to high school with me will agree, Mr. B had the ability to make anyone feel at home. His classroom was more than just a place to sing...it was a place where I gained wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just may have the bestest friends ever and I feel very fortunate in that regard. My friends have taught me the most important lesson ever -- when things get crazy, take a breath (or a drink!) and be sure to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could name a thousand folks, but these are the cream of the crop. Who has influenced you? Think about it, it's pretty neat stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-191504973156675135?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/191504973156675135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=191504973156675135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/191504973156675135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/191504973156675135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-influences.html' title='My Life Influences'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3553097564190233907</id><published>2008-10-26T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:02:31.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Songs: Music by the Vitamin String Quartet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQToFrMObkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yjpZ5iqWN4Y/s1600-h/vitamin.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261585448866573890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQToFrMObkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yjpZ5iqWN4Y/s320/vitamin.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flippin' love stumbling coming across random, great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm out of the loop on these folks, but one of my most recent lucky finds is music by the &lt;a href="http://www.vitaminrecords.com/web/page.asp"&gt;Vitamin String Quartet&lt;/a&gt;. The songs they play aren't originals but orchestral versions of popular songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting to hear a song that is so recognizable to you performed in a completely different style. But this isn't your average cover song...the strings being played can sometimes feel as if the entire meaning of the song has changed. Pretty amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VSQ Tribute is a series of string quartet tribute albums, released by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/VitaminRecords.com"&gt;Vitamin Records&lt;/a&gt; and performed by several different groups of string quartets. From the Beatles and Paramore to Queen and Seether, the group has managed to bring a classical sound to some of the biggest songs in history by giving them a fresh, new sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of my faves thus far:&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to The Used - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2aZ1WF8o1k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Taste of Ink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to Coldplay - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8-0i-R0gt0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Clocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to System of a Down - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqIFBbSN80c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Aerials&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute To The Killers - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84WLtcbgs8Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Mr. Brightside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to My Chemical Romance - &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFBi2wYtxmw"&gt;I'm Not Okay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tribute to Paramore - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVFkJWO5gI0"&gt;Crushcrushcrush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to Queen - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q44ZVku5rIc"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them a listen. Even if your generally not a fan of classical music, I guarantee you'll appreciate this stuff. And it's so fun to sing along, too...It's like karaoke with strings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all of the Vitamin String Quartet's albums at &lt;a href="http://www.vitaminrecords.com/web/page.asp" target="new"&gt;VitaminRecords.com&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/4011629095945434572-3553097564190233907?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3553097564190233907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3553097564190233907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3553097564190233907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3553097564190233907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-songs-music-by-vitamin-string.html' title='Sunday Songs: Music by the Vitamin String Quartet'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SQToFrMObkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yjpZ5iqWN4Y/s72-c/vitamin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5258186957888120738</id><published>2008-10-19T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:56:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Detroit '67" by Sam Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rCi17SEPgpc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rCi17SEPgpc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this song and the video is a great tribute to Detroit -- even though Sam Roberts is Canadian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it shows the grit and blight of Detroit, but also highlights the charm, beauty and history. Very well done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5258186957888120738?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5258186957888120738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5258186957888120738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5258186957888120738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5258186957888120738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-song-by-sam-roberts.html' title='Sunday Song: &amp;quot;Detroit &amp;#39;67&amp;quot; by Sam Roberts'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-34153011338292952</id><published>2008-10-16T16:25:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:51:11.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Six Random Things</title><content type='html'>I feel honored the fabulous &lt;a href="http://secretlysupergirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;Supergirll&lt;/a&gt; tagged me in a meme and now it's my turn to talk about 6 unspectacular things about me, so here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I loathe drama-filled TV sitcoms, but I love all Bravo reality shows (with the exception of Real Housewives...).&lt;br /&gt;2. My maiden name, &lt;em&gt;Panaretos &lt;/em&gt;means of all virtues in Greek...or so I'm told!&lt;br /&gt;3. My hubby would say the craziest thing about me is that I could have died &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;...As a baby, I went down the basement stairs in my walker &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I almost drown when I was two (my dad rescued me). I am still very clumsy...yet have never broke a bone.&lt;br /&gt;4. I really, really, really love Taco Bell (most of you know this). And if Yum! Brands weren't based in California, I would LOVE to do PR for them...even though they probably induce millions of heart attacks each year.&lt;br /&gt;5. I took ballet for 13 years, 3 of which was on point. Man, I give those real ballerinas credit. Bleeding toes were awful.&lt;br /&gt;6. I provide TMI to almost everyone I encounter on a daily basis. I can't help it -- I'm very open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that enthralling? Now I tag &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Estrella10&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://radiantthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Radiant Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://randommsugirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;randommsugirl&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-34153011338292952?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/34153011338292952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=34153011338292952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/34153011338292952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/34153011338292952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-random-things.html' title='Six Random Things'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8429381148062696384</id><published>2008-10-14T20:31:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:03:18.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Free Scoop of Ben &amp; Jerry's to Voters</title><content type='html'>Just came across this &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt; promotion from Ban &amp;amp; Jerry's and thought I'd share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to participating scoop shops on November 4th from 5-8pm, show us you voted and you'll get a free scoop of ice cream. Show us your "I Voted" sticker, a photo of you in front of your polling station, do the "I Voted dance" or just tell us you voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPU65C8c7TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OlVQeOE2eSQ/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257172891742301490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPU65C8c7TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OlVQeOE2eSQ/s320/poster.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/scoop_shops/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the B &amp;amp; J's nearest you or to find out about other election events, check the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/benjerry"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heart you Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's! Thanks for always keeping my ridiculous ice cream cravings satisfied.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4011629095945434572-8429381148062696384?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8429381148062696384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8429381148062696384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8429381148062696384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8429381148062696384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-scoop-of-ben-jerrys-to-voters.html' title='Free Scoop of Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s to Voters'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPU65C8c7TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OlVQeOE2eSQ/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3981749777176252009</id><published>2008-10-12T18:35:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:34:45.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Citizen/Soldier" by 3 Doors Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPKBzPBmO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/T84aBPXuLPQ/s1600-h/Soldiers+Pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256406432301333410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPKBzPBmO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/T84aBPXuLPQ/s320/Soldiers+Pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop for a moment today to pray for a soldier. Remember what they give up to fight for you and me. Honor their sacrifice. Never forget that we live in the land of the free because of the brave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days I forget we are in a war because I don't see it on a daily basis...To me, it's too scary to really think about the thousands of men and women &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/forces/casualties/"&gt;my age&lt;/a&gt; (and much younger) fighting and dying in a war many do not believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJRthpxDM10"&gt;Citizen/Soldier&lt;/a&gt; was written by 3 Doors Down as a tribute to the &lt;a href="http://www.1800goguard.com/"&gt;National Guard&lt;/a&gt; and the lyrics convey the band's views regarding the actions performed by the military. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have already seen the music video, as it has appeared for awhile as a movie theater ads as part of a $24 million recruiting campaign targeting 18 to 24-year-olds. The campaign aims to build Guard enrollment as the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan continue to tap into the state-based units. Guard soldiers make up as much as half the ground troops in Iraq, with more than 224,000 members having served in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. An additional 25,000 are leaving for Iraq this fall and 14,000 are deploying to Iraq and Kuwait in the spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's video explores the battles, victories and proud traditions of the National Guard from 1636 through today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I’m not a big fan of 3 Doors Down, however, this is a great tribute song and a great video. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJRthpxDM10"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and be reminded of why we need to be thankful for our troops that fight for our safety on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3981749777176252009?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3981749777176252009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3981749777176252009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3981749777176252009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3981749777176252009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-song-citizensoldier-by-3-doors.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Citizen/Soldier&quot; by 3 Doors Down'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SPKBzPBmO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/T84aBPXuLPQ/s72-c/Soldiers+Pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2486115400072921742</id><published>2008-10-10T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:10:42.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Treasure of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jason and I received a beautiful wedding card (it's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; four months late!) the other day and I liked the darn cheesy poem so much I've decided to transcribe it on here so I can have it forever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Treasure of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sooner or later we begin to understand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We begin to know that love is here and now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;real and true, the most important thing in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For love is the creator of our favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a promise that is always kept, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a fortune that can never be spent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;one known only by those who love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Anonymous&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/4011629095945434572-2486115400072921742?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2486115400072921742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2486115400072921742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2486115400072921742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2486115400072921742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/treasure-of-love.html' title='The Treasure of Love'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7103076714055870578</id><published>2008-10-05T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:27:54.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song(s): Beatles Covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOgxYQ__bYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fShcSmHr98o/s1600-h/Beatles_-_Abbey_Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253503258277670274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOgxYQ__bYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fShcSmHr98o/s320/Beatles_-_Abbey_Road.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, it's another week where I can't decide on just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; specific Sunday song...so instead, I have another mini list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the 2007 flick &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/acrosstheuniverse/"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/a&gt; last night and got inspired by all the amazing new spins on classic Beatles jams. It got my mind going...I have adored The Beatles since I found my parents extensive collection of their records in our basement when I was young. I tried to be hip and hang them on my walls with tacks, but of course that didn't fly for long (and thank goodness)...those babies could be worth something now-a-days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I enjoy the most about the music John, George, Ringo and Paul made is how their songs seem to transcend across all musical genres, hence my decision to make a list of my favorite Beatles covers by other artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekta6EKhb2g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Joe Cocker — With a Little Help From My Friends&lt;/a&gt; (love this one esp. because of the show the Wonder Years!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gLWTtlMwo4"&gt;Fiona Apple — Across the Universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfIh34uZY00"&gt;Eddie Vedder — You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moleabskc1E"&gt;Ben Harper — Strawberry Fields Forever&lt;/a&gt; (also love Ben's rendition of John Lennon's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yci9mR1OHtw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Beautiful Boy&lt;/a&gt; = tear jerker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3VrggQW7tk"&gt;Sarah McLachlan — Blackbird &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ri22ORVo1w"&gt;Jack Johnson — Imagine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1sj5Bh_5cs"&gt;Thrice — Eleanor Rigby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22pS8rZWcE4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ray Charles — Let it Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you take a listen. There's so many great Beatles covers out there, but as always, the originals can never be topped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7103076714055870578?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7103076714055870578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7103076714055870578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7103076714055870578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7103076714055870578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-songs-beatles-covers.html' title='Sunday Song(s): Beatles Covers'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOgxYQ__bYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fShcSmHr98o/s72-c/Beatles_-_Abbey_Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3042514961000539046</id><published>2008-09-29T20:24:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:29:04.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Saturday in Detroit</title><content type='html'>My mom and I spent Saturday doing all things Detroit. I was finally able to hit up some of the cultural hot spots I can never find time for and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day with omelettes from &lt;a href="http://www.toastferndale.com/"&gt;Toast&lt;/a&gt;, a Ferndale diner (OK, everything else in the post is Detroit), as recommended many times by my dear friend &lt;a href="http://nicolena10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;. It was delish! We had a "20 minute" wait, which really turned out to be 5 minutes and were greeted by friendly and fast-working staff. I'll definitely go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6Gk2LCgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/j5SxjGqFyU8/s1600-h/CIMG0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we went to explore artist Tyree Guyton's &lt;a href="http://www.heidelberg.org/index.html"&gt;Heidelberg Project&lt;/a&gt;, a housing project on the eastside of the city that has had many question what art really means. While driving through the dilapidated neighborhood surrounding the project, my only thought was "how sad." Once we entered Heidelberg street and saw the randomness that makes up the art-filled streets and homes, my only thought was, "Man this is weird. But at least it's not sad anymore, it's just...interesting." I mean, who literally staples hundreds of stuffed animals to a house? Art is in the eye of the beerholder I suppose! Nonetheless, it was fascinating and beautiful in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6Gk2LCgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/j5SxjGqFyU8/s1600-h/CIMG0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612893879405058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6Gk2LCgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/j5SxjGqFyU8/s320/CIMG0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251612651882652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF54fVppFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ERl8F476RaI/s320/CIMG0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some photos of the houses, we headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.detroiteasternmarket.com/"&gt;Eastern Market &lt;/a&gt;-- a place I've been dying to go to since I moved closer to the area a few years ago. It was AWESOME! I could have walked up and down the rows of produce for hours -- it was like a candy store to me. There was just something so great feeling about buying items from local farmers and entrepreneurs. And the prices! I don't know a single store that can beat 'em! I walked out with grapes, tomatoes, raspberries and strawberries all for just $4.50. And with fall in full bloom, you couldn't beat the prices for mums and the other flowers that decorated the rows either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6pe8lekI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FUKZWo0jIbU/s1600-h/CIMG0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613493591112258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6pe8lekI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FUKZWo0jIbU/s320/CIMG0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613237164307074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6ajrq8oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zZEosU4LJmg/s320/CIMG0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From Eastern Market, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.pewabic.org/"&gt;Pewabic Pottery&lt;/a&gt;, the famed Detroit historical landmark on Jefferson. This was another spot I could have stayed for hours. I have always loved ceramics and find such beauty in their uniqueness. It took me nearly an hour to pick out the perfect, reasonably priced piece -- a simple, circular, "Pewabic green" flower that was fired in the Detroit studio. My mom and I also wandered around the current exhibit - &lt;a href="http://www.pewabic.org/exhibition-calendar.htm"&gt;"Texting: Print and Clay"&lt;/a&gt; and admired the intricate and modern pieces and learned a little about Pewabic's 105-year history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613896046296434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF7A6NYPXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3FwW5431Fd4/s320/CIMG0626.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back toward home, we drove around &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Scripps_Whitcomb_Conservatory"&gt;Belle Isle Park&lt;/a&gt;, which was huge and very beautiful (I've never seen so much grass in Detroit!) then we hit up the &lt;a href="http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080731/ENT08/80731041"&gt;Good Girls Go to Paris Creperie&lt;/a&gt;, a new stand hidden on John R, a block off of Woodward. I had the Mollika (cherries, chocolate and whipped cream), while my mom had the Cora (strawberries, blueberries and whip). Very cool concept and I'm happy the adorable owner decided to set-up shop in downtown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF9yC3PxBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UGWFh2VCltk/s1600-h/CIMG0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616939206231058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF9yC3PxBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UGWFh2VCltk/s320/CIMG0629.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251614143031255858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF7PSTLozI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fP26xVbFHKg/s320/CIMG0627.JPG" width="198" border="0" /&gt; Overall, it was a perfect day and I have the city of Detroit (and my mom) to thank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-3042514961000539046?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3042514961000539046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3042514961000539046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3042514961000539046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3042514961000539046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-saturday-in-detroit.html' title='A Beautiful Saturday in Detroit'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOF6Gk2LCgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/j5SxjGqFyU8/s72-c/CIMG0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5854195955823511803</id><published>2008-09-28T20:51:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:27:49.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs that tell stories'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song(s): Tunes that Tell a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOA83KSoAzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXTmMMYfzG4/s1600-h/musicbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251264083866944306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOA83KSoAzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXTmMMYfzG4/s320/musicbook.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Many of my favorite songs are ones that tell stories -- whether of happiness or grief. While driving around Detroit yesterday, my mom and I brainstormed some of our favorite songs that tell stories. Here's my top ten, in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M89c3hWx3RQ"&gt;Johnny Cash - A Boy Named Sue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;This song tells a moving tale of a young man's quest for revenge on an absent father whose only contribution to his entire life was naming him Sue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun fact: The lyrics were actually written by children's author, Shel Silverstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EhpyRjNNqs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Eagles - Hotel California&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;This easily may take the cake as one of my fave songs EVER (esp. for driving), but for the purpose of the list, it tells a great, creepy story...Is it about hell? Drugs? Death? I guess it's all in the ears of the listener...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP1G5i5q-hk"&gt;Tim McGraw - Don't Take The Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, Ok, this one is damn sappy. But the lyrics, oh the lyrics...so sweet, so real, so country. Beware: Kleenex is absolutely necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0gX-bipodU"&gt;David Ball - Riding with Private Malone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Listen to the lyrics carefully. If this song doesn't give you the chills, I don't know what will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vA5EnNIl80A&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ain't nothing like the real thing baby...this tune recounts the story of the great ship sinking in Lake Superior in 1975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lb2K6TsMmgo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trisha Yearwood - She's In Love With The Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a simple country tune that proves &lt;em&gt;what's meant to be will always find a way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH46SmVv8SU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;This song tells the story of a man who doesn't have time for his kid, the kid grows up and then he doesn't have time for his old man. It serves as a reminder to us all about the importance of making time for loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EotM7FH8uQg&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Bob Dylan - Hurricane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurricane is a 1976 protest song co-written by Bob Dylan about the imprisonment of famed boxer &lt;a title="Rubin Carter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubin_Carter"&gt;Rubin "Hurricane" Carter&lt;/a&gt;. It describes alleged acts of racism and profiling against Carter, which Dylan describes in the song as leading to a false trial and conviction. Very controversial song for its time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_K6Y-YGZUec"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reba McEntire - Fancy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Reba's finest, although it wasn't orginally performed/written by her. The song tells the sad tale of an impoverished mother whose husband has recently abandoned the family. She buys her daughter a red dress and encourages her to "be nice to the gentleman" (implying prostitution) as a way to make money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFOyLDe1nbw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don McLean - American Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classic song. Who knows what the real meaning is, but that's half the fun! Many say it's dedicated to Buddy Holly...but there are many other singer/band references (Beatles, Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there have ideas for songs that tell great stories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5854195955823511803?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5854195955823511803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5854195955823511803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5854195955823511803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5854195955823511803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-songs-tunes-that-tell-story.html' title='Sunday Song(s): Tunes that Tell a Story'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SOA83KSoAzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXTmMMYfzG4/s72-c/musicbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6321696508499201787</id><published>2008-09-25T19:45:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:06:36.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Buy One, Get One Free Kittens from Michigan Humane Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNwlAQUdMQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s-fSHqkTI2c/s1600-h/myspace-cats-images-0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250111951918149890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNwlAQUdMQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s-fSHqkTI2c/s320/myspace-cats-images-0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always been a cat lover as long as I can remember. Don't get me wrong, I love ALL animals, but there's just something mysterious and sassy about furry felines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, my husband doesn't have the same love for them (or any indoor pet for that matter)...So, until we have children and they're pulling on his pant leg begging to get a precious pup or kitty, I will live vicariously through my friends and their furry "children."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An uber-cool program that was recently launched by the &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageServer"&gt;Michigan Humane Society&lt;/a&gt; provides the purrrfect solution for those looking to add a furball to their homes: buy one / get one free kitty's. I heard about it as a public service announcement on &lt;a href="http://www.wwj.com/"&gt;WWJ-AM&lt;/a&gt; and just thought it was (pardon the pun) the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cats+pajamas"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cat's pajamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (yes, click on the link for the definition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the scoop from the MHS &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/News2?page=NewsArticle&amp;amp;id=10551"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With “cat” season in full swing and cat and kitten intakes at peak summer levels, the Michigan Humane Society announces an exciting program that seeks more cats and kittens going home in twos! The “Purrfect in Pairs” program looks to double the number of cats being adopted by carefully matching pairs and charging only one adoption fee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to placing more cats and kittens in loving homes, the added benefit of the program is that many cats do better in pairs by providing exercise, social interaction and mental stimulation for each other. Adopters will see that two really is twice as nice - and results in twice the love without twice the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHS will adopt together cats who are well-matched and have been selected for their suitability to the program. Placing two cats together will also help maximize the available cage space - which is critically needed this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MHS maintains a thorough &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageNavigator/adoptionprocess"&gt;adoption process&lt;/a&gt; to ensure each kitten or cat is placed in a loving, responsible home. As with all MHS adoptions, the “pair” will have the added value of the &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageNavigator/adopt_program"&gt;MHS adoption package&lt;/a&gt;, which includes: sterilization surgery, age-appropriate vaccinations, a medical check-up, 10-day health plan and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHS encourages you to visit its three metro Detroit adoption centers, or visit &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/adopt"&gt;www.michiganhumane.org/adopt&lt;/a&gt; to “meet” your potential new furry family members online. MHS adoption centers are located in &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageServer?pagename=locationshours_detroit"&gt;Detroit&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageServer?pagename=locationshours_rochesterhills"&gt;Rochester Hills&lt;/a&gt;; and &lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageServer?pagename=locationshours_westland"&gt;Westland&lt;/a&gt;. Adoption hours are Saturday/Sunday/Monday, 11 a.m. to 5 p.m., and Tuesday through Friday, 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about smart marketing! All I know is that whenever that fateful day comes when I am &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; able to pick out a cat of my own, the hubby's not only going to be stuck with one, but two!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michiganhumane.org/site/PageServer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250112590633919538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNwllbuKZDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zgPBh7MQ7bI/s320/logoMain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6321696508499201787?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6321696508499201787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6321696508499201787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6321696508499201787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6321696508499201787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-one-get-one-free-kittens-from.html' title='Buy One, Get One Free Kittens from Michigan Humane Society'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNwlAQUdMQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s-fSHqkTI2c/s72-c/myspace-cats-images-0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-9171360869534190235</id><published>2008-09-22T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:25:00.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>It's Official: Fall's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNhTIjmWx5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/67YF6HzVri0/s1600-h/57831845_c9973f6dc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036772160489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNhTIjmWx5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/67YF6HzVri0/s320/57831845_c9973f6dc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is BY FAR Michigan's most spectac season. It makes me so happy that it is finally here...now only if it could last a tad longer than normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Autumn: The year's last, loveliest smile."&lt;/div&gt;-- William Cullen Bryant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-9171360869534190235?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/9171360869534190235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=9171360869534190235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/9171360869534190235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/9171360869534190235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-official-falls-here.html' title='It&apos;s Official: Fall&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNhTIjmWx5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/67YF6HzVri0/s72-c/57831845_c9973f6dc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7958441266272015908</id><published>2008-09-21T22:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:59:58.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Say" By John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNcE9_IUCrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/x_KcmvnLNAI/s1600-h/john-mayer-say.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248669353688435378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNcE9_IUCrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/x_KcmvnLNAI/s320/john-mayer-say.png" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been a moderate &lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt; fan since a friend made a copy of &lt;em&gt;Room For Squares&lt;/em&gt; for me back in high school. That CD inspired me to go see John in concert at &lt;a href="http://www.mbtheatre.com/"&gt;Meadowbrook&lt;/a&gt;. He was amazing to hear live. What's even more amazing than his talent are the lyrics to his songs, which are always sang with incredible passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say" was written by John for the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0825232/"&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/a&gt;," starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman (&lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;actor ever!). The flick showcases the importance of living life to its fullest. This song, played at the very end of the movie seems to further reiterate the notion of living life to its fullest by making sure if you have something to say about life -- be sure to SAY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the song is a bit repetitive, there are some wonderful lyrics. Here's my favorite part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do it with a heart wide open... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song and video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ0z86LmXBM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7958441266272015908?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7958441266272015908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7958441266272015908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7958441266272015908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7958441266272015908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-song-say-by-john-mayer.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Say&quot; By John Mayer'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SNcE9_IUCrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/x_KcmvnLNAI/s72-c/john-mayer-say.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-4036765418894419546</id><published>2008-09-14T18:02:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:02:25.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June Carter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Cash'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Johnny And June" by Heidi Newfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SM2Xee6aWtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fRSAa7pGC8g/s1600-h/Johnny_and_June_Cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015690906426066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SM2Xee6aWtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fRSAa7pGC8g/s320/Johnny_and_June_Cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June // Rings of fire burnin' with you // I wanna walk the line, walk the line // 'Till the end of time // I wanna love, love ya that much // Cash it all in // Give it all up // When you're gone, I wanna go too // Like Johnny and June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am so in love with this new song by Heidi Newfield! Not only because the lyrics capture how I feel about my husband, but also because it is a tribute to one of the greatest Hollywood romances of all time: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Cash"&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_Carter_Cash"&gt;June Carter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny died just four months after June -- a loss that no doubt had Johnny’s world falling apart and taking away his will to remain earthbound. Sure, John and June they had their tough times, as documented in the flick &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walk_the_Line"&gt;Walk The Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but in the end -- and as always, love conquered all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What June did for me was post signs along the way, lift me when I was weak, encourage me when I was discouraged, and love me when I was alone and felt unlovable. She is the greatest woman I have ever known. Nobody else, except my mother, comes close. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Johnny Cash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Johnny! I feel blessed and honored to have a soul mate and best friend who is committed to me the way John was to June and I can only hope for a forever kinda love like theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song and video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6-4irHfExI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-4036765418894419546?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/4036765418894419546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=4036765418894419546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4036765418894419546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/4036765418894419546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-song-johnny-and-june-by-heidi.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Johnny And June&quot; by Heidi Newfield'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SM2Xee6aWtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fRSAa7pGC8g/s72-c/Johnny_and_June_Cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-444247860676496247</id><published>2008-09-10T22:03:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:47:42.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Way for Southeast Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera Bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vista Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Volunteering Time = Unbelievably Rewarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMk9lGqvoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/DApTedCuJmw/s1600-h/Vista+Maria+Group+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790948704002530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMk9lGqvoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/DApTedCuJmw/s320/Vista+Maria+Group+Shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is one of the most beautiful compensations in life...that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself. - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I volunteered with &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;Panera Bread&lt;/a&gt; (my client) and &lt;a href="http://www.iliveunited.org/"&gt;United Way for Southeastern Michigan&lt;/a&gt;'s joint partnership program -- Impact Your Neighborhood. It was a wonderful experience for me and the quote above truly embodies what I felt like upon leaving the volunteer site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was only a few hours of time, it was so rewarding. A group of 20 of us (pictured) worked at &lt;a href="http://www.vistamaria.org/"&gt;Vista Maria&lt;/a&gt;, a nonprofit child welfare agency for girls and their families, based in Dearborn. The organization works with young women, approx. ages 11-18, to help them overcome past hardships and recover from histories of abuse, neglect and other traumas. These girls have been through so much that I cannot even begin to imagine...the least I could do was pull some weeds on their lawn and play games with them!&lt;br /&gt;(Fun historical fact: The organization started to take shape in the 1930s when a &lt;a href="http://www.vistamaria.org/template.php?pid=20"&gt;group of Detroit nuns&lt;/a&gt; bought the land belonging to the Ford family for just &lt;strong&gt;$1&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering always brings clarity to my life, hence why I jump at any opportunity I can make time for. I was reminded of why I do this while working with all of the amazing people that showed up...One guy explained to me that he was an exchange student from Taiwan and volunteering helped him practice his English with patient people...I laughed and then he continued to explain how so many Americans have taken the time to help him -- volunteering just a few hours of his time was the least he could do to give back to America. Hearing him saying that almost brought me to tears...in a world that feels so corrupt and jaded at times, it was refreshing to be surrounded by so many genuinely civil-minded individuals. It also was pretty cool to realize these folks were definitely not just there for the free food...volunteering was just simply something each of the people found necessary to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience just proved to me once again that sometimes it really is the small things we do -- or the few hours of time we dedicate to others that can make us feel like a million bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-444247860676496247?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/444247860676496247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=444247860676496247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/444247860676496247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/444247860676496247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/volunteering-time-unbelievably.html' title='Volunteering Time = Unbelievably Rewarding'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMk9lGqvoeI/AAAAAAAAAac/DApTedCuJmw/s72-c/Vista+Maria+Group+Shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7255000364778336422</id><published>2008-09-07T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:03:12.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Bob Marley Essentials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMWd7xjhwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/V-EHQjT7Gk0/s1600-h/20070830_Bob_Marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243770991383003586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMWd7xjhwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/V-EHQjT7Gk0/s320/20070830_Bob_Marley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"One good thing about music: when it hits, you feel no pain." - Bob Marley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aside from the original "I Shot the Sheriff" and T-shirts with pot leaves on them, I knew nothing of Bob Marley until I went on a family cruise to the Caribbean and talked to the locals a few years ago. They all worshipped Marley and all he stood for. Ever since then, I've had a fascination with him and have been hooked to his music. Sounds cheesy, but I get what the locals were hearing...There's just something about his music that just &lt;em&gt;speaks&lt;/em&gt; to people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of choosing just one Sunday Song, I am choosing songs that I call the essential Marley 5: Three Little Birds, No Woman No Cry, One Love, Buffalo Soldier and Trenchtown Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving a mini biography of this amazing man, I will simply leave you with a wonderful quote from the ever-popular Wyclef Jean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What separates Bob Marley from so many other great songwriters? They don't know what it's like for rain to seep into their house. They wouldn't know what to do without their microwaves and stoves -- to make a fire with wood and cook their fish next to the ocean. Marley came from the poverty and injustice in Jamaica, and that manifested itself in his rebel sound. The people were his inspiration. Straight up. Like John Lennon, he brought the idea that through music, empowerment and words, you can really come up with world peace. But it's hard to compare him to other musicians because music was just one part of what he was. He was also a humanitarian and a revolutionary. His impact on Jamaican politics was so strong, there were assassination attempts on his life. Marley was like Moses. When Moses spoke, people moved. When Marley spoke, they moved as well." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7255000364778336422?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7255000364778336422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7255000364778336422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7255000364778336422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7255000364778336422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-song-bob-marley-essentials.html' title='Sunday Song: Bob Marley Essentials'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SMWd7xjhwcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/V-EHQjT7Gk0/s72-c/20070830_Bob_Marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5329982637542722393</id><published>2008-08-31T20:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:38:51.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: Priscilla Ahn's "A Dream"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91306881"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240843011547731202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLs286rkFQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TiMaXZx8MkM/s320/ahn300.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A thing I have recently fallen in love with is &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4703895"&gt;NPR's Song of the Day&lt;/a&gt;. I have been learning TONS of great music through this! I subscribed to the daily newsletter and have learned of so many great artists and the neat stories behind their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the artists I learned about and now can't get enough of is &lt;a href="http://www.priscillaahn.com/main.htm"&gt;Priscilla Ahn&lt;/a&gt;. Her beautiful voice chills me to the core everytime I hear it! One of her songs that is hauntingly beautiful is "Dream." She sounds a bit like &lt;a href="http://www.rosiethomas.com/"&gt;Rosie Thomas&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.sarahmclachlan.com/"&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/a&gt;, but still has her own personality in her songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91306881"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; had to say about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As a new singer-songwriter with a new debut album, Priscilla Ahn is an unfamiliar figure. But from her first breaths in "Dream," she possesses a presence that can't be overlooked. It's not just the startling clarity of her singing, but also the lovely and occasionally wry songwriting that's bound to capture listeners' attention and imaginations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sweet innocence to "Dream," with the childish hopes and desires of a "little girl, alone in her little world" captured in the sing-song cant of Ahn's flawless voice and swinging guitar. As she ventures from childhood to adulthood and old age, the song becomes more complex as it moves along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream changes, as well: The child sings, "I had a dream / that I could fly / from the highest swing / I had a dream." The adult takes her flight from the highest tree, before finally seeking out the highest point of all. Looking back, she sings, "I lived it full and I lived it well / as many tales I lived to tell," adding, "I'm ready now / to fly from the highest wing / I had a dream." The song closes in the same simple address as it began, with Ahn lifting her voice — and her audience's eyes — to the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240843255933219826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLs3LJFms_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/MRDi1MWYc1c/s320/lw_d05_041_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5329982637542722393?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5329982637542722393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5329982637542722393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5329982637542722393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5329982637542722393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-song-priscilla-ahn.html' title='Sunday Song: Priscilla Ahn&apos;s &quot;A Dream&quot;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLs286rkFQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TiMaXZx8MkM/s72-c/ahn300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-3982116406416967133</id><published>2008-08-30T14:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:47:01.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public relations'/><title type='text'>LUSH Tells the Naked Truth about what it means to be an environmentally-friendly company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://usa.lush.com/cgi-bin/lushdb"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240378492987743266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLmQeYMhnCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vCvc77zcAhU/s320/Lush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to chuckle the other day when I heard about this PR stunt that was projected to get a lot of attention at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesomersetcollection.com/"&gt;Somerset Collection&lt;/a&gt; in Troy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://usa.lush.com/cgi-bin/lushdb"&gt;LUSH&lt;/a&gt;, a global company that sells toiletries and shampoos was planning to have employees disrobe for a half an hour to promote its products' environmentally smart "naked" packaging (they don't use bottles or tubes). The employees that volunteered would have been wearing aprons that said "Ask me why I’m naked." Their butts would have been the only *private* part exposed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Somerset Collection was quick to veto the idea saying something along the lines of "our customers are too conservative for this type of promotion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, I think it was a genius way for them to get attention, even though the event didn't happen. I heard a few radio interviews and saw media coverage in the local papers and it made me curious, so naturally I checked out the company's Web site and made a mental note to stop by the store next time I'm at Somerset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the site, more than 50 percent of the store’s products are package-free, and all of its paper bags, cardboard boxes and re-useable tins are made from recycled materials. It's also states that packaging contributes to 2 percent of overall greenhouse gases, and plastic uses 8 percent of the world’s oil resources. The U.S. consumes 79.6 million tons of packaging each year, and more than half ends up in landfills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During last year alone, approximately 3 million plastic bottles were not manufactured, transported and disposed of because customers chose to buy LUSH’s solid shampoo bars instead of a bottled product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, they have a wonderfully 'cheeky' idea. I give 'em mad kudos for trying something interesting, even if it doesn't take off with the masses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad Somerset doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor in all of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usa.lush.com/cgi-bin/lushdb/products/bathshower.html?expand=Bath&amp;amp;sexpand=none"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240380854650383170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="75" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLmSn2Exq0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BKKZdU9O-ZE/s320/bathShowershelf2.jpg" width="336" 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/4011629095945434572-3982116406416967133?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/3982116406416967133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=3982116406416967133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3982116406416967133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/3982116406416967133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/lush-tells-naked-truth-about-what-it.html' title='LUSH Tells the Naked Truth about what it means to be an environmentally-friendly company'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLmQeYMhnCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/vCvc77zcAhU/s72-c/Lush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-235359976982439160</id><published>2008-08-26T18:26:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:23:47.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Preparing for the Next 'Round of Heroes @ the Paralympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLSNe8OMcWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GmRlXo_srqM/s1600-h/stockwell_injured_vet32108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238967829239984482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLSNe8OMcWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GmRlXo_srqM/s320/stockwell_injured_vet32108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you all, but I'm not a big sports fan. I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to know who's who in Detroit sports and who are the &lt;em&gt;big guns&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to the &lt;em&gt;big teams,&lt;/em&gt; but for the most part, I really just don't care. I appreciate the talent needed to suceed, but sports in general are just not that interesting to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except anything surrounding the Olympics. I don't know if it was my Greek roots coming out, or if I just watched the games much more than I have in years past, but the 2008 games were the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; I've seen ever. (Very big kudos to &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt; for great coverage!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there was &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/China/story?id=5650255&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;scandal&lt;/a&gt;. But, there was also record-breaking &lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/International/China/story?id=5656201&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;triumph&lt;/a&gt;. There were tears, sweat and blood. It's true -- the Olympics are truly composed of the drama folks like me need to &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; sports. And I truly enjoyed every minute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought the Olympics were done (tear), I read a great &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/e60/columns/story?columnist=thompson_wright&amp;amp;id=3552762"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; and learned we've only just begun with the gold medal inspiration. September 7-17th, 4,200 disabled athletes from around the world will compete in the &lt;a href="http://en.paralympic.beijing2008.cn/index.shtml"&gt;Paralympics&lt;/a&gt; in Beijing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paralympians are categorized into five different groups: spinal cord injury, amputee, visual impairment, cerebral palsy and ‘les autres’ (basically, French for those who don’t fit in the other categories). There are 20 different events including wheelchair basketball, archery, swimming and wheelchair fencing, among others. (How sweet would those be to watch?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fellow American I will be rooting for is Melissa Stockwell, a solider who lost her leg in Iraq. She rocks! Read her &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/"&gt;ESPN&lt;/a&gt; story &lt;em&gt;Little Leg,' big heart and positive thinking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/e60/columns/story?columnist=thompson_wright&amp;amp;id=3552762"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and prepare to be inspired. Gold medal or not, she's a true American hero...in more ways then one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Paralympians -- I know I'll be rooting for you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-235359976982439160?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/235359976982439160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=235359976982439160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/235359976982439160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/235359976982439160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-leg-big-heart-preparing-for-next.html' title='Preparing for the Next &apos;Round of Heroes @ the Paralympics'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLSNe8OMcWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GmRlXo_srqM/s72-c/stockwell_injured_vet32108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2782231644555068491</id><published>2008-08-24T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:51:24.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddy Guy'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song - "Skin Deep" by Buddy Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLIdhgjWYgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jnuHvSvH8Ck/s1600-h/Buddy+Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281778096398850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLIdhgjWYgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jnuHvSvH8Ck/s320/Buddy+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excited for my upcoming road trip to Chicago to see one of my favorite people &lt;a href="http://randommsugirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;EVER&lt;/a&gt;, I'm picking out Chi-town native blues artist &lt;a href="http://www.buddyguy.net/site.html"&gt;Buddy Guy's&lt;/a&gt; new single "Skin Deep" as this week's song. AWESOME song with a GREAT, positive message...and what artist can beat those hot guitar licks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-2782231644555068491?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2782231644555068491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2782231644555068491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2782231644555068491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2782231644555068491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-song-skin-deep-by-buddy-guy.html' title='Sunday Song - &quot;Skin Deep&quot; by Buddy Guy'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLIdhgjWYgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jnuHvSvH8Ck/s72-c/Buddy+Guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-8275773219002224049</id><published>2008-08-24T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:47:47.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love: A Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLGrxTjFF5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/NoQ_bfzRerk/s1600-h/eat+pray+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238156705157945234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="295" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLGrxTjFF5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/NoQ_bfzRerk/s320/eat+pray+love.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert's novel, &lt;em&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/em&gt; has gotten many thumbs ups across the globe. I've just finished the book and I personally have enjoyed it immensely (although there are folks who beg to differ). There's just something about the way she carries herself that makes me want to be her friend (mostly by setting her straight half the time...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of describing the entire book and the parts I liked/disliked, I figure I'd just list some of the most memorable quotes spoken since there was a lot of wisdom hidden in the pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Richard from Texas" describes soul mates:&lt;/strong&gt;"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"You don't want to go cherry-picking a religion," a friend of mine once said. "Which is a sentiment I completely respect expect for the fact that I totally disagree. I think you have every right to cherry-pick when it comes to moving your spirit and finding peace in God. I think you are free to search for any metaphor whatsoever which will take you across the worldly divide whenever you need to be transported or comforted... You take whatever works from wherever you can find it, and you keep moving toward the light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"There's no trouble in this world so serious that it can't be cured with a hot bath, a glass of whiskey, and the Book of Common Prayer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And my personal fave: &lt;em&gt;You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Great summer read. I highly recommend it!&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/4011629095945434572-8275773219002224049?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/8275773219002224049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=8275773219002224049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8275773219002224049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/8275773219002224049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/eat-pray-love-womans-search-for.html' title='Eat Pray Love: A Woman&apos;s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SLGrxTjFF5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/NoQ_bfzRerk/s72-c/eat+pray+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-2585396818421319195</id><published>2008-08-17T20:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:33:52.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori Amos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/musicl?lid=WGynz9bi3EI&amp;amp;aid=GOQnnRHjI4K&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=music&amp;amp;ct=result"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235647922793942338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="308" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKjCC88lDUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eyNHqD0lSvA/s320/Little%2520Earthquales.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's songs you just get certain &lt;em&gt;feelings&lt;/em&gt; with. "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmGnEFu-1_0"&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;/a&gt;" by Tori Amos is one of those songs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won Tori's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hereinmyhead.com/collect/earth/index.html"&gt;Little Earthquakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; album during a contest at a 6th grade dance. I looked at it and thought, "Who the heck is Tori Amos?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriends Leah and Nikki said "Oh, she's really good. I think you'll really like her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This track is one of my favorite songs ever. The lyrics are different, strange -- but in a good way. Many say the song was written to give a voice to her inner rage from being raped by an obsessive fan. To me, the song discusses how she was silent for many years about what happened to her, but does not want to remain silent anymore. It could take on several other meanings, but that's really up to the listener to decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Startlingly original, the song's combo of piano, strings and Tori's hauntingly beautiful voice make it an instant 90's classic. Take a listen for yourself &lt;a href="http://free.napster.com/search/results.html?query=silent+all+these+years&amp;amp;type=track"&gt;here&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/4011629095945434572-2585396818421319195?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/2585396818421319195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=2585396818421319195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2585396818421319195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/2585396818421319195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-song-silent-all-these-years-by.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Silent All These Years&quot; by Tori Amos'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKjCC88lDUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eyNHqD0lSvA/s72-c/Little%2520Earthquales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7334425918407552786</id><published>2008-08-14T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:13:19.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs R Fun'/><title type='text'>The Logic Behind My Blog Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKON1mfw_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/JeQ9m0UIMxM/s1600-h/cool-stairs-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234183143941012882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKON1mfw_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/JeQ9m0UIMxM/s320/cool-stairs-1.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend asked me why I named my blog &lt;em&gt;Staircase to Earth's Loveliness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My answer: When I was younger, I had a huge sticker collection I used for arts &amp;amp; craft-type stuff. I had a pile of the stickers I vowed to myself that I would never use or trade (too pretty, too funny, etc.). One said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth's loveliness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Michelangelo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been smitten with that expression ever since...To me, it means it simply means to have fun conquering those stairs called life and don't forget to enjoy all the beauty the world offers along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and most importantly, always keep climbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7334425918407552786?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7334425918407552786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7334425918407552786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7334425918407552786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7334425918407552786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/logic-behind-my-blog-name.html' title='The Logic Behind My Blog Name'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKON1mfw_ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/JeQ9m0UIMxM/s72-c/cool-stairs-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-658771192458339208</id><published>2008-08-13T08:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:10:04.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs R Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>One Year of Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234014591249418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKL0iiyiCuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/n5Tui1Sp_os/s320/cake356.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;Today is officially my &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2007/08/wise-man.html"&gt;one year&lt;/a&gt; blogging anniversary, so happy birthday to my beloved escape from negativity -- Staircase to Earth's Loveliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's amazing how therapeutic writing in this blog has been for me. Each day, I find myself focusing in on positive things (partially because I'm always looking for topics) and doing away with any negativity that comes my way. This is my real-life version of "&lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;" -- we all really do have the power to create our own destiny and mine just so happens to include writing positively!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I even bother to write this blog? I am pretty sure it's just a few friends and randoms that read it, so what's the point? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like lists, so I thought long and hard and this is what I came up with on why I decided to start blogging:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love the area in which I reside and gosh darnit, I love America as a whole. Yes, both Detroit and America have ups and downs, but I've chosen to only make note of the ups in my blog -- our melting pot culture, rockin' music and the wonderfully talented people I see/meet/hear about on a daily basis that make me proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've always enjoyed reading the blogs of others. And while reading a blog doesn't make me a natural blogger-that-you-can't-get-enough-of, it did make we want to give it a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm an expressive and I always like to say what's on my mind (just ask my hubby). Sometimes people may not feel like listening to my ramblings, so this serves as a way for me to get my [positive] thoughts out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to practice my writing, grammar and spelling. Yes, I get a lot of practice with work...but I'm not perfect nor do I ever claim to be. This is a good way for me to see where I can expand my skills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; On the other side of this, when I blog, my writing standards are lowered. A blog is more informal than writing for work and just matches my personality more-so. I have writer's ADD...a little bit of this, a little bit of that. (Maybe that explains why I like using &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, too?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There are a lot of things I just want to write down or save and put in a box for a rainy day (quotes, stories, songs, etc.). Some of these items are ones I don't &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-will-your-dash-look-like.html"&gt;want to forget&lt;/a&gt;, some I know I may &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-ive-learned-life-lessons-at-23.html"&gt;need to recall&lt;/a&gt; in the future (i.e. so I can teach my children appropriately one day) and some are just because &lt;a href="http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-peeps.html"&gt;I like them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, you can expect to see a lot more from where this chick is headed... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-658771192458339208?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/658771192458339208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=658771192458339208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/658771192458339208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/658771192458339208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-year-of-bloggin.html' title='One Year of Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKL0iiyiCuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/n5Tui1Sp_os/s72-c/cake356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6255554638949846377</id><published>2008-08-11T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:55:10.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homelessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera Bread'/><title type='text'>Reminder: We All Have a Place in this World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.caringatchristmas.org.uk/homeless_test01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324350804110786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKCAxQwUrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RJCmOpMx3lI/s320/homeless_test01.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across the story below through our clipping service for Panera and it struck a chord with me. Originally &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/flintjournal/voices/index.ssf/2008/06/homeless_man_puts_me_in_my_pla.html"&gt;published&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/fenton/"&gt;The Fenton Press&lt;/a&gt;, the story serves as a reminder to all of us that we can find our own life's meaning through action to others in many different ways. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeless man puts me in my place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Julia Zaher  The Fenton Press&lt;br /&gt;Friday June 27, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each Sunday evening when &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/about/community/"&gt;Panera Bread&lt;/a&gt; in Fenton closes, I pick up all the unsold bread and baked goods, which the company donates each night to various nonprofit organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mondays, my first stop is at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church on the east side of Flint, where the food is used for the Saturday soup kitchen. I've seen a lot of little miracles since I began volunteering at the soup kitchen. One of the most memorable occurred during Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the bread as usual Sunday but because of the holiday, no one was at the church Monday to receive it. Everything had to stay in the back of my Jeep until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday afternoon, a neighbor asked me if she could get a ride to her friend's house just north of downtown Flint, where we live in a historic apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at a drugstore on the way, and she bought me a bottle of water to thank me for the ride since I wouldn't take gasoline money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped her off and headed back downtown. Driving down Saginaw Street near the University of Michigan, I saw a man picking through a garbage can. He opened a discarded food bag looking for something to eat. I circled the block to catch up with him and rolled down my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need some food, man?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at the back of my truck," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My dad likely is having a fit as he reads this. Trust me. When you work with street people, you learn who you can approach and when it's best to keep moving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I parked, got out and popped the back door to dig into the Panera stash for him. He was an older black man with no front teeth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saw me looking in that trash can?" he said as he started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Look, if you need food, don't be ashamed. You just need a little help. I can help you," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw his arms around me, hugged me and sobbed for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. You just need a little help," I said. "What can I give you? Cookies? Bagels?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't eat no bagels. Can you give me some cookies? I need sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded him up with cookies and baked goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just got out of jail, and I ain't got no money, no place to go," he said, still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He carried a plastic bag with his worldly belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me," I said. "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, I'm Julia," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Julia? That's my sister's name. Someone told me that God loved me, and here you are. You saw me eating from that garbage can. How did you find me?," he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just saw you, Charles. And you looked hungry, and I have this food. I knew I could help you just for today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hugged me. I gave him the still unopened bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you get into one of these men's shelters?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't get in today because I've been drinking, and they'll know. They won't let me in," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. But you can eat this sugar. Let the sugar calm you and don't drink, okay? And then tomorrow, get into a place. Now, Charles, look at me: no more booze. Just the sugar, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, two other men came walking along who recognized Charles. They were volunteers from a local men's shelter, arriving just in time to pick up where I left off. I left Charles with cookies and the bottle of water from my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, a sob caught in my throat. Panera Bread supplied the bread. My neighbor supplied the water and the reason to leave the house right at that time. God supplied Charles to remind me that I have a place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that day, it mattered that I was in my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6255554638949846377?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6255554638949846377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6255554638949846377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6255554638949846377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6255554638949846377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminder-we-all-have-place-in-this.html' title='Reminder: We All Have a Place in this World'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SKCAxQwUrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RJCmOpMx3lI/s72-c/homeless_test01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6164366252024283288</id><published>2008-08-08T14:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:06:02.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Way for Southeast Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera Bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impact'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJyWq1rW1JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7ui57Ye1uOQ/s1600-h/T-shirt+for+Impact.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232222529805276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJyWq1rW1JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7ui57Ye1uOQ/s320/T-shirt+for+Impact.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volunteer. One morning. Free &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt;. Free &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt;. Free T-shirt (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make an IMPACT in metro Detroit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.uwsem.org/bloguwsem/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Sign-up &lt;a href="http://www.iliveunited.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iliveunited.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Way for Southeast Michigan&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;Panera Bread&lt;/a&gt; of Southeast Michigan &lt;em&gt;present&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPACT Your Neighborhood&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/4011629095945434572-6164366252024283288?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6164366252024283288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6164366252024283288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6164366252024283288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6164366252024283288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/volunteer.html' title=''/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJyWq1rW1JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7ui57Ye1uOQ/s72-c/T-shirt+for+Impact.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-7488165792326942824</id><published>2008-08-07T22:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:29:49.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud auntie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Babies Are Cute, Especially Ones Related to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJusZr1XrBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1ncZxSGuVh0/s1600-h/Owen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231964949384244242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJusZr1XrBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1ncZxSGuVh0/s320/Owen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't claim the proudest aunt in the world title yet until I posted photos of the latest addition to my family! Baby Owen Allen was born July 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple of the adorable photos he recently had taken of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a natural baby model (in my opinion of course!). My brother couldn't be happier either...Notice the "smile" that came on his boys' mouth when he laid on a baseball glove??? Daddy can't wait to play ball and ride in big trucks with his new bundle of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course Auntie Metrogal84 can't wait to play either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231966940416139330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJuuNlAXYEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HFkEUglzrLM/s320/Owen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-7488165792326942824?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/7488165792326942824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=7488165792326942824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7488165792326942824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/7488165792326942824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/babies-are-cute-especially-ones-related.html' title='Babies Are Cute, Especially Ones Related to Me'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJusZr1XrBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1ncZxSGuVh0/s72-c/Owen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6930740706774793581</id><published>2008-08-06T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:03:03.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donating blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Red Cross'/><title type='text'>Do What Dr. Phil Says: Give Blood to The Red Cross!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJnfPtM7VUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ezDD0xK18A4/s1600-h/Blood_bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231457903092389186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJnfPtM7VUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ezDD0xK18A4/s320/Blood_bank.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blood is in low supply. Many of us know this. And we all would &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;to give except for many (myself included), it can be a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; horrifying experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting several calls from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.redcross.org"&gt;American Red Cross &lt;/a&gt;(including a scary message of Dr. Phil shouting), I caved in when I saw a flier in my building for a blood drive. A timely blog post from &lt;a href="http://ekellycvm.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1200286643614054461"&gt;my dear friend Erin&lt;/a&gt; reiterated the importance of donating to me... And since I had no reasonable excuse since the blood drive was to be held in the &lt;a href="http://www.gmrencen.com/"&gt;Ren Cen&lt;/a&gt; where I work, I decided to &lt;a href="http://www.givelife.org/"&gt;sign up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did some work with the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/centralmichigan.redcross.org"&gt;Central Michigan Chapter of the Red Cross&lt;/a&gt; during college, it was my wonderful husband who motivated me to get the balls to donate in the first place. (because "it's the right thing to do," according to him.) So, the other day I took his advice and grabbed my iPod and did my civil duty. Thank goodness for the blood flow music including happy songs like "Penny Lane" by The Beatles, the Grateful Dead's redition of "Wake Up Little Susie" and "All This Beauty" by The Weepies. These songs made me forget about the blood that was draining from me as I lay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have B- blood, which is the second most rare blood types (behind AB-). I often think, what if I needed blood and there wasn't any of my type left in this world? What would happen? I can only receive O- and B-. That's it. So, if there weren't donors, I potentially could be royally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the experience sucked (rude nurses with no bedside manner, small juice boxes and practically laying on top of the others donating), I did it. And for that, I am proud. And I'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something interesting to read if you know your type (you all &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TYPES DISTRIBUTION RATIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O +&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / 1 person in 3 / 38.4% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / 1 person in 15 / 7.7% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A +&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / 1 person in 3 / 32.3% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / 1 person in 16 / 6.5% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B +&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; /1 person in 12 / 9.4% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / 1 person in 67 / 1.7% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AB +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; / 1 person in 29 / 3.2% of the population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AB -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / 1 person in 167 / 0.7% of the population &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the 1 in 67. At least I'm unique, but then again, when it comes to blood, I wouldn't call those lucky odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givelife.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other numbers&lt;/a&gt; that make it all worth while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39,000 - number of pints of blood needed in America each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;900 - number of donors needed everyday in &lt;strong&gt;southeastern Michigan alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - times a year you can donate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - lives you can save&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - number of seconds that passes before someone in America needs blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - number of people it takes to make a difference!&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/4011629095945434572-6930740706774793581?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6930740706774793581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6930740706774793581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6930740706774793581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6930740706774793581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-what-dr-phil-says-give-your-blood-to.html' title='Do What Dr. Phil Says: Give Blood to The Red Cross!'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJnfPtM7VUI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ezDD0xK18A4/s72-c/Blood_bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-67188579128281694</id><published>2008-08-05T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:44:59.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Local Bulldog Saves Kittens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bulldogabbie.com/english-bulldog-saves-kittens/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231164826219361138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJjUsYxSs3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ol5It_GWBdA/s320/Napolean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have no fear, &lt;a href="http://www.bulldogabbie.com/english-bulldog-saves-kittens/"&gt;Napoleon&lt;/a&gt; is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=7120521&amp;amp;version=2&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;amp;pageId=1.1.1"&gt;story on FOX2&lt;/a&gt; the other night about this local hero of a dog. And since one idea behind my blog is to report positive news, I thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fearless English bulldog (pictured) saved a burlap sack of drowning kittens the other day on Tamarack Lake in Ortonville, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog’s owner didn't know why her pet had darted across a street and jumped into the water. The dog grabbed a burlap sack and pulled it ashore. His owner expected the bag to be full of garbage. She was surprised when she heard meowing coming from inside the sack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon's valiant effort saved four kittens. Unfortunately, two of them did not survive. It's sick to think someone may have been trying to intentionally kill them, but I'm here to talk positive. Four survived thanks to Napoleon saving the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really interesting about this story is that English Bulldogs are notoriously bad swimmers. With a giant head and chest compared to a lighter tail end, they have a tendency to go bottoms up in the water. It’s hard to keep that head up above the waves when it’s the largest part of your body. Somehow, someway, Napoleon was sent to save those kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess dogs truly can be man (or kitty's) best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-67188579128281694?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/67188579128281694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=67188579128281694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/67188579128281694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/67188579128281694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/local-bulldog-saves-kittens.html' title='Local Bulldog Saves Kittens'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJjUsYxSs3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ol5It_GWBdA/s72-c/Napolean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-5298241628175506001</id><published>2008-08-03T15:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:29:21.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Underwood'/><title type='text'>Sunday Song: "Lessons Learned" by Carrie Underwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJYFX0qfZaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dMdbvrcNF9g/s1600-h/live_live_laugh_love_learn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230373924069402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJYFX0qfZaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dMdbvrcNF9g/s320/live_live_laugh_love_learn.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all have things we wish we could have done differently in our lives... But, alas, nothing is perfect and everything truly does happen for a reason -- and the reason generally results in a life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Former American Idol/country superstar &lt;a href="http://www.carrieunderwoodofficial.com/"&gt;Carrie Underwood's&lt;/a&gt; song "Lessons Learned" describes this to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're down, &lt;a href="http://free.napster.com/view/artist/index.html?id=12008033"&gt;tune into the song&lt;/a&gt; and remember: some pages turn, some bridges burn, but there are always &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LESSONS LEARNED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-5298241628175506001?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/5298241628175506001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=5298241628175506001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5298241628175506001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/5298241628175506001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-song-lessons-learned-by-carrie.html' title='Sunday Song: &quot;Lessons Learned&quot; by Carrie Underwood'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJYFX0qfZaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dMdbvrcNF9g/s72-c/live_live_laugh_love_learn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011629095945434572.post-6782266276684162799</id><published>2008-08-01T18:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:15:38.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endangered species'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Sea Turtles: My Favorite of God's Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJOHf5MMDsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FPVgkH9XlGo/s1600-h/n21702912_30059132_7311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229672574304915138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJOHf5MMDsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FPVgkH9XlGo/s320/n21702912_30059132_7311.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me holding a baby loggerhead sea turtle, August 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was looking through old photos and came across a few happy ones that reminded me of an amazing trip I went on during school to volunteer with the &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/chalew/turtle.htm"&gt;Sea Turtle League of Singer Island&lt;/a&gt; in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy moly. These creatures are the most amazing things I have ever seen come to life. In my week of walking the beach with our inspirational guide, Debbie, I learned more about sea turtles than I could have ever imagined learning in a lifetime. And since then, they have held a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, because of the harm man has done to this earth, these poor little guys follow the lights given off by fancy ocean side condos and resorts instead of following the light of the moon to the safety of the ocean, like their instincts &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; tell them to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229672078784448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJOHDDO5yGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ha72MGmvbMg/s320/400px-Sea_Turtle_Nest_-_posted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was my team's job at 4 a.m. to walk the island's 4 miles of beachfront property in search of baby turtles that hatched during the night and gotten "mixed up" and gone in the opposite direction from the ocean water and toward the false light, which often made them fall victim to a lurking predator or a speeding car. &lt;p&gt;We even got to see some of the hatchlings come out of their eggs where they had been incubating for two months and rise out of the sand when they were ready... It truly was the miracle of life that happened right before our eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, there was days we were too late and some of them had already overheated in the hot sun. Those days we all wanted to cry. &lt;em&gt;If only we could've been here sooner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could go on and on with turtle facts and reasons we need to be aware of the threat we are posing to these beautiful creatures, but instead I'll just point out a few &lt;a href="http://www.nmfs.noaa.gov/pr/species/turtles/"&gt;statistics&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- All species of sea turtles are on the endangered species list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- The longevity of sea turtles has been speculated at 80 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- It is estimated that only one sea turtle hatchling in 1,000 survive to maturity (to put it simply, the time when they can make babies), which is approximately 18 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Most turtles return to nest at the locations where they were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our planet's resources are so precious. Let's not take that for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURTLE POWER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229673154844469154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJOIBr3mp6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/zK3vkuUaN6A/s320/green+backs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011629095945434572-6782266276684162799?l=metrogal84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/feeds/6782266276684162799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4011629095945434572&amp;postID=6782266276684162799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6782266276684162799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4011629095945434572/posts/default/6782266276684162799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metrogal84.blogspot.com/2008/08/sea-turtles-my-favorite-of-gods.html' title='Sea Turtles: My Favorite of God&apos;s Creatures'/><author><name>metrogal84</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04777097481796878060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/ScwvHGuVs7I/AAAAAAAAArI/uZY8LfErn5A/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-hSpV1U1aWM/SJOHf5MMDsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FPVgkH9XlGo/s72-c/n21702912_30059132_7311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
