<?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-6325126288617066462</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:28:01.511-08:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>AK Snowsavage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-6397917981027597023</id><published>2010-10-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:02:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/TMUdaUluizI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMUL1EvHu_A/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531860055335275314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/TMUdaUluizI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMUL1EvHu_A/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a picture of my Great Grandmother on my mothers side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Katherine Tressler...my great grandpa called her Katy. She died when I was 2 years old. But from what I have heard she was an amazing woman! I wish I could talk to her again...someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1905-1983 Isabella K. Tressler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-6397917981027597023?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/6397917981027597023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=6397917981027597023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/6397917981027597023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/6397917981027597023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-grandmother.html' title='Great Grandmother'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/TMUdaUluizI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uMUL1EvHu_A/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-8942899553798775066</id><published>2009-09-17T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:06:13.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion King</title><content type='html'>The Lion King came to Anchorage, AK - can you believe it! I went last night with about 15 of my family members...Great-Nana, Nana, Aunts and Cousins. I wasn't looking forward to sitting for 3 hours and wasn't too sure what I got myself into. But the show was AMAZING!! The costumes, singing and dancing left me speechless! We had front row, floor tickets only 4-5 rows back from the stage! I would pay the money all over to see this show again. If it ever comes your way, regardless of the ticket prices - GO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576017478449794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAXqpW-oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-u_284fYcik/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576027082604242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAYObKvtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dl4zPYBrOSo/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576013998548002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAXdrr5CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AZVs40z1xVk/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576005384889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAW9mB5QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w-j5JeR1xEg/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382575998764686802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAWk7pndI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X1HW_wj12NA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6325126288617066462-8942899553798775066?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/8942899553798775066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=8942899553798775066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8942899553798775066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8942899553798775066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/09/lion-king.html' title='Lion King'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrLAXqpW-oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-u_284fYcik/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-8952082633760045159</id><published>2009-09-17T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:55:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow! It has been some time since I posted on this blog! Yikes – shows you how busy life gets. Most recently my house projects have been consuming my life. I decided it is time to tear up the carpets and put in the laminate flooring I have wanted for the past 3 years – well I didn’t just decide…I was wondering through Lowes like most of us homeowners do on our free time. (Since I bought my house I am addicted to Home Depot &amp;amp; Lowes, who woulda thought) Well I happen to see the flooring on sale for .70 cents a sq foot, and with my house being pretty small it was pretty cheap to do my floors. So the projects began…in the mist of putting the floors down Daniel decided he would just buy me new trim for my house instead of using the old nasty brown stuff. So that turned into another project. Sooo we finally got the floors finished (they look great) and now working on the trim. It is all coming together *very* well I love it…makes my lil house all that cozier! It is quite entertaining to see my 106lb American Bull Dog try to run on the floor…and watching Pita slide across the living room like a mop!! Awww the joys of our pets. (Don't mind the mess in the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571729236280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK8eDswQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/NSK189llftE/s320/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571737621394786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK8ei769WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OC7OSVgF4y0/s320/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571749072581554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK8fNmGM7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uj7sLJ2XjDg/s320/IMG_0961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So between work and the house projects nothing new is going on. Daniel and I are heading to Kodiak October 1st, I will be coming home on the 5th by myself. He will be staying and leaving to St.Paul on the boat. It is time to go Red Crab fishing. The boys will be out in the Bering Sea...out towards St.Paul Island...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382573603822568690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK-LLE9BPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xWZPPPwHNv0/s320/St.Paul.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382572613527103938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK9Rh8HacI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hATzPy20Aq4/s320/Crab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;He should be gone until about Mid-November. Good news – he will be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. That makes me happy.&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/6325126288617066462-8952082633760045159?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/8952082633760045159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=8952082633760045159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8952082633760045159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8952082633760045159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SrK8eDswQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/NSK189llftE/s72-c/IMG_0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-1378743480350519475</id><published>2009-06-28T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:36:19.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>907</title><content type='html'>&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love Alaska...just sharing from my ususal drive to our family lodge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4x8Jbq_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Baz7KfYXVyY/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352309112763558898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4x8Jbq_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Baz7KfYXVyY/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4xqq9P0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JC0jmkUj8p0/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352309108072333122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4xqq9P0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JC0jmkUj8p0/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4xa7J1lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b6gYXtwCz38/s1600-h/IMG_0617-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352309103845299794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4xa7J1lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b6gYXtwCz38/s320/IMG_0617-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-1378743480350519475?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/1378743480350519475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=1378743480350519475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1378743480350519475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1378743480350519475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/06/907.html' title='907'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Skc4x8Jbq_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Baz7KfYXVyY/s72-c/IMG_0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-1856518888793454366</id><published>2009-04-09T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:49:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd-GhbKLsoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWGzMonEuvI/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323121193359487618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd-GhbKLsoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWGzMonEuvI/s320/b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So my Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle called me and asked me if I would be the Godmother to my little cousin Miles Glen Tressler. Oh gosh - was I ever excited to say YES OF COURSE!! He is too damn precious. We are having the baptism on Easter Sunday.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd-GUabh4wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/15l9qutu9Hs/s1600-h/b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323120969825510146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd-GUabh4wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/15l9qutu9Hs/s320/b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-1856518888793454366?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/1856518888793454366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=1856518888793454366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1856518888793454366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1856518888793454366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/04/godmother.html' title='Godmother'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd-GhbKLsoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWGzMonEuvI/s72-c/b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-1285998087061458662</id><published>2009-04-09T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:50:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Hawaii - here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd55g3m33VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z4rl-xvenyo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322825415188274514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd55g3m33VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z4rl-xvenyo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honolulu here I come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We leave to Hawaii next Friday - I'm am so super duper excited. I can't wait to be laying on the beach without a worry in the world. Things at home have been kind of hard latley. Not that things are bad, just overwhelmig. I loved &lt;a href="http://lilalaskagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erins &lt;/a&gt;blog about feeling lost and maybe our lives should have road signs. *sigh* wouldn't that be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are just trying times in life that you aren't sure if things are what you really want. It goes for everything - relationships, work, place you live...everything! It all passes - and gets better. I just can't wait to get to the beach and forget all my worries and have the time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are planning on going to Peral Harbor, Honolulu Zoo, surfing, maybe some exotic fishing - like Shark Fishing! Yikes! I'm sure I will be posting tons of pictures on here whene we get home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-1285998087061458662?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/1285998087061458662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=1285998087061458662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1285998087061458662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1285998087061458662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-out-hawaii-here-i-come.html' title='Look out Hawaii - here I come'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/Sd55g3m33VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z4rl-xvenyo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-2113470223763511046</id><published>2009-02-25T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:53:39.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting something from Erin and you can get something from me! Here's the scoop.The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!2- What I create will be just for you.3- It’ll be done this year.4- You have no clue what it’s going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article on properly cleaning your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! If you don't have a blog.... uh, we can work something out. We can post pictures here or something. Or, you could start a blog! Blogs rule (the world!) Bloggers of the world unite!Also, if you’re already getting something from somebody else’s blog, please give someone else a turn! Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-2113470223763511046?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/2113470223763511046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=2113470223763511046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/2113470223763511046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/2113470223763511046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky?'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-3592935047374059617</id><published>2009-02-06T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:25:27.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things (ok maybe 26)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1- I grew up an only child, but at the age of 22 I recieved a little brother. He is now 5 and I love him more than words could ever explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2-My family means more to me than anyone could EVER imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3-I wanted to me a Marine Biologist when I grew up &amp;amp; I used to compete in National Ocean Science Bowl Competitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4-I lost a dear childhood friend 3 years ago in a an airplane crash outside of Seward, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him and miss him sooo much. RIP Fritz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5-Sometimes it feels like everyone I love and truly care about ends up leaving me, and it makes me really sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6-I wish I could see Erin every single day of my life, but now she lives miles and miles away from me. But no matter how far away she is, it always feels like she is very close in my heart. I just love her :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7-Every past realationship I have been in has tought me valuable lessons and that makes me the person I am today. Even though at the time of being in the relationship I hated my life, today I am thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8-I would love to have children someday, and when I decide to I will need medical assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9-I love the ocean and everything about it. I grew up on the water, and got to experience more growing up then most people do in a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10-I have a best friend, who has been my bestfriend since we were 3 years old - and we are still to this day extremly close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11-I used to race SnoCross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12-I love who I am today, I pretty much am a badass. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13-I want to move out of AK, but I'm scared too because I love it here *so* much. But at the same time want to experience some new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14-I recently had to walk away from people who were supposdly my friends, but I couldn't handle the drama and bad situations. I haven't been happier than I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15-I love Post Secret, and tonight I get to see a presetation by the man who started the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16-I'm in a new realationship with someone I have known for years, and i couldn't ask for anything better. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16-I think Carey Hart is sooo hot, but a real jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17-I love tattoos and I love guys covered in tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18-When I was 7 years old I have to save a friend (little girl) from being taken/stolen from her own father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19-I have lost a lot of friends in the bast 4-5 years, so many that some people have told me they don't want to be my friend anymore because they all die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20-Sometimes I'm a little too independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21-I love doing yard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22-I haven't bee snowmaching yet this year and it's killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23-I raised my ex's daughter for 3 years- and I feel I made a HUGE difference in her life, and hope that she remembers me forever. I'm scared of how her life is going to turn out now that I am no longer in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24-I love traveling within Alaska...Seward, Cooper Landing, Kenai, Kodiak...I am looking forward to visiting Sitka this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25-I'm super excited for my future and what it holds for me. Bring it on life...I'm ready!! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-3592935047374059617?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/3592935047374059617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=3592935047374059617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3592935047374059617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3592935047374059617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-ok-maybe-26.html' title='25 Random Things (ok maybe 26)'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-4191798118309200172</id><published>2009-01-21T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:49:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Came Early this Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got my beautiful Valentines Day present last night - and I absoultly love it! Daniel came home last Saturday off the boat because the Berring Sea Ice came into St.Paul and they can not delieve their quota of crab until the ice drifts onward. So the boys got to come home to their families, which is awesome. We got the call yesterday that he has to fly back to Dutch Harbor on Feb. 4th...so we decided we are going to have our own Valentines Day before he leaves...well he had already went shopping for me. And decided he really wanted to give me my gift last night (which was really bad because I haven't got to shop for him yet, its hard when he is always with me..haha) so we get to his house to have dinner and he gives it to me...a very very beautiful Past Present and Future diamond and white gold ring.  I love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293898168207539954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SXe0VfEZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xZKwtXG58iQ/s320/Zales+Ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He is amazing :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-4191798118309200172?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/4191798118309200172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=4191798118309200172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4191798118309200172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4191798118309200172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-came-early-this-year.html' title='Valentines Came Early this Year...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SXe0VfEZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xZKwtXG58iQ/s72-c/Zales+Ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-7113740138872583902</id><published>2009-01-05T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:52:23.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SWJUPaa0LYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dXt01UqqUcM/s1600-h/cuteshoestoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287881536252947842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SWJUPaa0LYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dXt01UqqUcM/s320/cuteshoestoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a crazy, but awesome start to 2009. I joke around and told everyone in my family that I got a boyfriend for Christmas - but I really did, well I got him on Christmas eve. It was so sweet. As we are flying on the plane to Kodiak he turns to me and says "so when we get to Kodiak, do I get to introduce you to my friends as my girlfriend?" it TOTALLY threw me off - and I paused and I couldn't say anything at all! He says " you don't have to answer right now" and I'm like "no, no it is okay - yes I would like to be your girlfriend". I felt like a little kid with the butterflies in my tummy - because he makes me feel that way...all the time. It is amazing how time can change people, and how surprising the outcome always turns out in a way that would blow your mind. We have been good friends for about 8 years now...we have seen each other at our best and our very worst, we have helped each other through some really hard times. And who would have thought that we are together now, a couple. And to think a month ago - I was horrified of the thought of a "relationship" and there was no way I wanted to be in one for a long long time. But today - I am happier then I have been in a very long time. I couldn't ask for more...he loves to be around me, treats me like a princess, listens to me, talks with me, lets me vent and laughes at me when I am all fired up about something - he thinks its cute when I'm frustrated, then it makes me laugh. I miss him so much - he is gone fishing until the middle of February. I am counting down the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-7113740138872583902?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/7113740138872583902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=7113740138872583902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/7113740138872583902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/7113740138872583902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels like Home'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SWJUPaa0LYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dXt01UqqUcM/s72-c/cuteshoestoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-3610440178156739279</id><published>2008-12-16T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:48:24.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice Ladies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good advice, Ladies! If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. &lt;strong&gt;Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. &lt;/strong&gt;You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs. You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is two way street. You need time to heal between relationships... there is nothing cute about baggage... Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals.. look for someone complimentary... not supplementary. Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Share this with other women and men (just so they know)... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her/his choices, and another woman prepare, and a man aware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-3610440178156739279?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/3610440178156739279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=3610440178156739279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3610440178156739279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3610440178156739279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-advice-ladies.html' title='Good Advice Ladies...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-5514363898536144268</id><published>2008-12-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:40:19.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never say that someone completes you. We have to feel whole even when we are by ourselves, for needing a certain someone is not love, but dependency. Wanting a person to become a part of your life is the best reason for having them. So rather than search for the someone who will complete you, wait for the person that will compliment your completeness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280103926520011746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SUayi8Ve2-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_5fkD_UBrX4/s320/colorful2.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/6325126288617066462-5514363898536144268?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/5514363898536144268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=5514363898536144268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/5514363898536144268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/5514363898536144268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/12/completeness.html' title='Completeness'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SUayi8Ve2-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_5fkD_UBrX4/s72-c/colorful2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-4289462307251528634</id><published>2008-12-05T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:54:15.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aahh the Holidays!! I really really do love the holidays - but this year has just been kind of weird for me. I *always* know what I am doing for the holidays...until this year. And I don't like that feeling. I think it mostly has to do with my family being out of state and mom is in Kodiak. I spent Thanksgiving with a few family members of mine...but we went to extended familys house which was different because I really didn't know anyone, and I am used to being with MY family. On top of that - I am sitting there seeing all these "happy" little familys with their babies running around. And here I am, just me all by myself...wondering when the hell and I going to find happiness...I am looking at these people who are fortunate enough to have somone who loves them and have a family of their own...yet they already have one child they gave up one, or they can't hold a steady job, or live house to house, or have to always borrow money to feed their child or provide clothes for them. Yet, I guess when you have love...you don't need anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas is creepn' up on us like REALLY soon! Here I am having a "pitty-party" for myself - becuase I have absoulty no idea what I am going to do for Christmas, I'm thinking I will just hangout at home with the roomie...then the roomie comes home all excited because she gets to go home for the holidays...well there goes there plans! So at this point I am getting super bummed out - thought okay I will just hangout at home, spend the day with my animals. How pathedic is that...I have a *huge* family and I am going to sit at home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting around talking with old school friend Daniel, who just came home from Kodiak and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/STl4mZJjaTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Nuv6yG6UsSs/s1600-h/Handler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276381039422564658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/STl4mZJjaTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Nuv6yG6UsSs/s320/Handler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he was saying he didn't have anything to do for Christmas. And I just in casual converstaion mentioned how my mom wanted me in Kodiak for Christmas but I really couldn't afford to go. He suggested since neither one of us has anything to do and he needs to go to Kodiak anyways...he would buy the both of us tickets to Kodiak! So we leave Anchorage Dec.23rd and I return home Dec. 26th...I *have* to be here for our CU1 Holiday Party on the 27th. Daniel will stay in Kodiak because he leaves on his boat, The Handler...to go crabbing on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am *so* excited to have friends/family to spend Christmas with. Plus Daniel is from Kodiak so he will know some people to hangout with over there...well we will be with my family for the most part. Yummy I'm excited for Mom's Christmas dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could be with Erin for Christmas - we could eat TONS of Christmas dinner then snuggle and watch movie after movie! Erin, you really need to move home because I miss you too much! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276381788011007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/STl5R928j1I/AAAAAAAAADw/VVwC-rewcac/s320/%2707+Holiday+Party+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So really the Holidays won't be too bad :] I am excited to be with people I love...well I love Erin too but she will be in Minnesota, far far away from AK. But I do still love her with my ENTIRE heart!! xoox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-4289462307251528634?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/4289462307251528634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=4289462307251528634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4289462307251528634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4289462307251528634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/STl4mZJjaTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Nuv6yG6UsSs/s72-c/Handler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-3162564160323547896</id><published>2008-11-21T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:54:50.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my hardest life lessons has been realizing that holding on to a person, a goal or a dream can be destructive. Many times trying to "go back through the old door" is not what is needed to keep growing and thriving. These setbacks also require learning to recognize when it is time and a necessity to integrate the change or loss and "let go". Perhaps the most difficult part of "letting go" is finding the internal strength to recognize it is time and then letting the person or thing go, and let the dream die. I have had to reframe many of my past relationships or friendships as "deaths" (of the friendship or relationship and the person you thought you knew) in order to reach an acceptance point, move on and let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-3162564160323547896?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/3162564160323547896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=3162564160323547896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3162564160323547896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3162564160323547896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-life-lesson.html' title='A Hard Life Lesson'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-8282014064894995396</id><published>2008-11-20T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:35:06.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as I am putting my heaping pile of laundry away the other night...I decided to do a quick count of ALL the hoodys I have hanging in my closet - a rough count of 31 hoodys it was! Can you tell - my favorite arcticle of clother is HOODYS! I thought I would do a little research on the history of the hooded sweatshirts and here is a little info I came across that I thought was intersting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hoodie (or hoody), short for hooded sweatshirt, is a heavy upper-body garment with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hood (headgear)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hood_(headgear)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The characteristic design includes large frontal pockets, a hood, and, usually, a drawstring to adjust the hood opening. Hoodies with zippers are called "zip hoodies", "zip-ups" or "zippies". The history of the specific garment began in the 1930s, but historical precedent dates the style and form of the hoodie back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Middle Ages" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_Ages"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Middle Ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The formal wear for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Catholic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catholic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Monk" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; included a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cowl" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, a long, decorative hood worn in addition to the standard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tunic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tunic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The modern clothing style was first produced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Champion (sportswear)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Champion_(sportswear)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in the 1930s for laborers in the frozen warehouses of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New York" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Its popularity spread as sportswear designers such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Claire McCardell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claire_McCardell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire McCardell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; developed entire collections based around the clothing.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;The hoodie took off in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1970s in fashion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970s_in_fashion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1970s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; as several factors contributed to its success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hip hop culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop_culture"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hip hop culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; developed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New York City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; around this time, and the hoodie's element of instant anonymity, provided by the accessible hood, appealed to those with criminal intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; High fashion also contributed during this era, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Norma Kamali (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Norma_Kamali&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Norma Kamali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and other high-profile designers embraced and glamorized the new clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most critical to the hoodie's popularity during this time was its iconic appearance in the blockbuster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rocky" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocky"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; film. His attire embodied the persevering spirit of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="American Dream" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Dream"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;American Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at the time, and simultaneously appealed to workingmen, street thugs, and athletes.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;] By the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1990s in fashion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990s_in_fashion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1990s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the hoodie had evolved into a symbol of isolation, a statement of academic spirit, and several fashion collections.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;] The association with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chav" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chav"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chavs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="UK" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; developed around this time, as their popularity rose with that specific demographic. Young men, often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Skateboarding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skateboarding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;skateboarders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Surfing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surfers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, sported the hoodie and spread the trend across the western &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, most significantly in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="California" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;] The rise of hoodies with university logos began around this time.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tommy Hilfiger" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_Hilfiger"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tommy Hilfiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Giorgio Armani" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giorgio_Armani"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giorgio Armani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ralph Lauren" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Lauren"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, for example, used the hoodie as the primary component for many of their collections in the 1990s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In February 2006, a 58-year-old teacher who was wearing a hooded top was asked to remove it when entering a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tesco" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; store in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Swindon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swindon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swindon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. According to the teacher, she was wearing the hood because "my hair's a mess". The shop apologized and said it was taking action to "make sure this doesn't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2005, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Coombeshead college" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coombeshead_college"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coombeshead College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in the south-west of England, allowed the hoodie to become part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="School uniform" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_uniform"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, but the hood could be put up only when it rained. The principal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Richard haigh (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Richard_haigh&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Richard Haigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; stated that the move would help to calm some of what he called the "hysteria" surrounding the garment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In July 2006, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="David Cameron" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Cameron"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, leader of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Conservative Party (UK)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conservative_Party_(UK)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conservative Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, made a speech suggesting that the hoodie was worn more for defensive than offensive purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The speech was referred to as "hug a hoodie" by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Labour Party (UK)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labour_Party_(UK)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Labour Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cameron also perpetuated the mistaken use of the word hoodie to refer to a wearer of a hooded garment, rather than the garment itself, a mistake that many older Britons now continue to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the best part is...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;National Hoodie Day&lt;/span&gt;", a pro-youth initiative to challenge youth stereotypes, was launched in May 2008 in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New Zealand" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The campaign resulted in criticism at a number of levels within government,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;including a local council member donning a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ku Klux Klan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ku_Klux_Klan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ku Klux Klan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; outfit in protest, citing the hoodie as "not an appropriate article of clothing to celebrate".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I starting thinking of reasons why I love my hoodys, and her are SOME of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in my hoody I can hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they are quick and easy to put on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you can dress up or down in a hoody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they are super cozy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they go great with PJ pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on those "I feels super fat" days, they cover everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they are warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hoodys make great souviners from places you visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if your hair is a mess...easy...just wear your hood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;your hood will protect your beautiful hair do from snow, wind and rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bottom line...hoodys are SIMPLY AMAZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-8282014064894995396?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/8282014064894995396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=8282014064894995396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8282014064894995396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8282014064894995396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoodys.html' title='Hoodys'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-1891578497003494699</id><published>2008-11-17T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:27:28.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brady...Come Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SSHDA8XNLcI/AAAAAAAAADg/BUQTqXcCLBs/s1600-h/CIMG3773-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269707459971067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SSHDA8XNLcI/AAAAAAAAADg/BUQTqXcCLBs/s320/CIMG3773-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better to say too much...than to never say what you needed to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you used to be, there is a hole in my world. I miss you like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say "i miss you" to someone, then YOU have missed either to accept ALL his love or YOU have missed to accept ALL love and help that person was ready and able to GIVE YOU or YOU have failed to dissolve all karma between you both and thus you have created future as you have created the NEED for another meeting to do what you could have done already. What to do when you miss someone...love him fully accept all his love -open your heart - say YES to whatever happens next time you meet -say YES to all love - instantly -Do it - all - whatever - at once ! NEVER say "later" or "maybe" do it NOW and give it with all the power of love from the bottom of your heart and soul! Accept all that person has to give you, give all you have to give and could give if you want to give ALL - and do it all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-1891578497003494699?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/1891578497003494699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=1891578497003494699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1891578497003494699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/1891578497003494699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-of-my-happiest-times.html' title='Brady...Come Home!'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SSHDA8XNLcI/AAAAAAAAADg/BUQTqXcCLBs/s72-c/CIMG3773-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-8759843008436045929</id><published>2008-11-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:47:48.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRzKqs4CbvI/AAAAAAAAADY/YAlafyODlDM/s1600-h/th_imagejpeg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268308499066154738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRzKqs4CbvI/AAAAAAAAADY/YAlafyODlDM/s320/th_imagejpeg_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday again I would like to (in the words of Juno) find a person who will love me for exaclty who I am. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome...the right person is still gonna think the sun shines out your ass. Thats the kind of person worth sticking with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss that feeling of having a person in my life who gives me butterflies, make me feel like I am walking on clouds, someone who I just can not stop thinking about, someone that will make me smile even when I'm sad, someone to spend my days with, look forward to doing fun things, someone to snuggle and watch movies with on a cold day or when I'm not feeling well. Someone who will love going on road trips with me, go for walks even on cold AK winter nights, someone who will stop by just to say hi, hold my hand, kiss my forhead, when we go snowmaching or snowboarding make sure I don't fall behind, someone that will enjoy going on vacations together, be absoultly crazy about each other, help me work on my truck &amp;amp; toys, someone who I can do everything or nothing with and still have the best time. When we walk by others they can tell how happy and how in love we are and they would be the ones saying "gosh I wish I had a "someone" in my life like that" instead of that being me saying that. Someone I can completly be myself with, share anything with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about finding the perfect person, but the imperfect person...perfect! I know everyone hopes for this kind of relationship or love...but damnit I need it! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin - you and I are great catches...we rock...we are flippn' amazing! Someday our Mr. Perfects will show up, and realize that we are everything they have EVER looked for! Until then - and even long after then...we will always have each other. I love and miss you more than words could ever explain! Mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-8759843008436045929?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/8759843008436045929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=8759843008436045929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8759843008436045929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/8759843008436045929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/11/someday-again.html' title='Someday again...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRzKqs4CbvI/AAAAAAAAADY/YAlafyODlDM/s72-c/th_imagejpeg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-7264217258665444629</id><published>2008-11-03T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:33:07.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>What I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Thanksgiving around the corner it is time to start thinking about what we are thankful for...i could keep the list going and going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First and foremost I’m thankful for my family, who when faced with all the trials I put myself through growing up, never failed to show me love and not once turned their back on me. They’re the one constant in my life that I know without a doubt will be there regardless of circumstance. I can't thank them enough. They gave me a good concience, and gave me a firm grasp on the difference between right and wrong while still allowing me to make my own decisions. my mother for teaching my the importance of my independence, making me believe in my abilities, encouraging my creativity and making me proud of the person I’ve become. My father for giving me my skeptical nature, my strong work ethic and grasp of financial concepts and most importantly for taking me as his responsibility without fail while still never making me feel that I wasn't his own child.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for the education I received, and for the teachers who saw my education as the lighting of a fire, not the filling of a bucket. They not only gave me a foundation for living a productive life, but sparked an inquisitive and investigative nature.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for living in a country where my gender didn't hinder me from becoming the person i want to be. A country where i can vote in elections or even run for office. A country where I’m not persecuted for my ideas and am given the freedom to practice whichever religion makes me feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for my job, my ability to work, and my ability to be self- sufficient. I’m thankful for the people I love, and the people I’ve loved in the past. The heart is a muscle, and the more it's used, the stronger it gets.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful that my heart is the strongest muscle in my body. The relationships I’ve had have taught me invaluable lessons, and what to expect of myself and other people. I’m thankful for my health. While I may have a crooked back, some cavities, and be prone to a cough if I get cold, I can still wake up every morning, stand on my two legs and walk to the shower. I can still look in the mirror with two green eyes, and breathe in with healthy lungs.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for the people who've died to make my life better- the brave men and women who give their lives to help make sure that mine is comfortable and protected.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for my positive outlook, my ability to see the best in people and my ability to try and look at the greater good and the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s all try and remember to do a little personal reflection, and realize that maybe (just maybe) we should take a break from our bitching and moaning, our complaining and protesting, our Prozac and lattes, to &lt;strong&gt;realize that we really don't have it that bad&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/6325126288617066462-7264217258665444629?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-3759046997714193299</id><published>2008-10-16T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:10:18.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJyYwsXZI/AAAAAAAAABo/UvopsR3SkIs/s1600-h/postsecret-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892957455670674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJyYwsXZI/AAAAAAAAABo/UvopsR3SkIs/s320/postsecret-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJypgkVII/AAAAAAAAABw/sttlRdGcZ_o/s1600-h/really.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892961951437954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJypgkVII/AAAAAAAAABw/sttlRdGcZ_o/s320/really.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJyr2eEKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mUpYImBR4u8/s1600-h/walls_post_secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892962580172962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJyr2eEKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mUpYImBR4u8/s320/walls_post_secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgH-ThSI/AAAAAAAAABA/sFe4KDi_Sx4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892643711714594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgH-ThSI/AAAAAAAAABA/sFe4KDi_Sx4/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgfwyOOI/AAAAAAAAABI/yE7Ya8m2gcA/s1600-h/18275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892650097457378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgfwyOOI/AAAAAAAAABI/yE7Ya8m2gcA/s320/18275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJguU1IkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tMgHlVgcbOY/s1600-h/if.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892654006739522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJguU1IkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tMgHlVgcbOY/s320/if.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgpWkIgI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uCHiX2Jg_Y/s1600-h/PostSecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892652671836674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJgpWkIgI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uCHiX2Jg_Y/s320/PostSecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJg-PFNKI/AAAAAAAAABg/GE8hPFXpJe8/s1600-h/PostSecret22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257892658277594274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJg-PFNKI/AAAAAAAAABg/GE8hPFXpJe8/s320/PostSecret22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PostSecret is an ongoing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mail art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; project in which people mail their secrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on one side of a homemade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;postcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.Here are a few from Post Secret I liked and can relate too...enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6325126288617066462-3759046997714193299?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/3759046997714193299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=3759046997714193299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3759046997714193299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/3759046997714193299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPfJyYwsXZI/AAAAAAAAABo/UvopsR3SkIs/s72-c/postsecret-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-4615395376579722370</id><published>2008-10-15T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:57:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPbXssDZkkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/idKg3DHzmIc/s1600-h/CIMG3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257626777741267522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPbXssDZkkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/idKg3DHzmIc/s320/CIMG3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend, a young girl and a grown woman.I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and caring, and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly, and careful and careless. I am broken and whole. I am misunderstood, misguided and mislead. I am hardworking and determinded, but a little scared on the inside. I wish on stars and dream my dreams. I pray to god and cry my tears. I smile on the outside while I'm dying on the inside. I listen to others who won't listen to me. I walk on eggshells and I walk on fire. I drive like and asshole and love it!!!I am me; there is no one like me. I love the outdoors, nothing can top it. I love snocross, snowboarding, dirtbikes, 4x4n, big trucks, monster trucks, camping, fishing, a little hiking, sitting around a campfire with my closest friends drinking a beer. I dont like girls. I have very few girl friends. I like getting dirty and greasy - working on my truck, bike or sled kicks ass! I like Ford and Arctic Cat. I have a close group of friends, they know who they are, and I would do anything for them. I miss my close friends. I miss hanging out with my close friends. I like Coors Light. Patron. Corona. I love the snow, mud and dirt. I love the summer and winter. Swimming in Alaska rocks. I love my family more than anything ever! I know a shit load of people that I have simple short conversations here and there. I dont like drama or girls (even guys) with a lot of drama. I am quite blunt; I would rather be hurt by the truth then lied to. I dont like waiting for anyone who takes forever to get ready. I hate gold-diggers. I miss my childhood friend Fritz so much (R.I.P). I grew up in the most awesome place ever; Cooper Landing. I love lakes and river. Nothing beats floating the river on a hot summer day reeln in some pigs. I dont like criticism. I cant stand controlling people. I miss my family everyday! I dont want to live like I am old, I will always be young. I want to look back on my life and feel like I have accomplished everything I ever wanted to. I want to travel A LOT more then I have. There are so many places I want to see before I die. I dont like small minded people. I love road trips, mountains and a good tan. I have been through and seen more in my 26 years among the earth then most othersit makes me the person I am today. My will is stronger then most.Ihave lost more people in my life than ever imagined in the past few years. RIP Jade, Fritz, Holden, Jason, Christoph - all wonderful young men who were taken away way too soon.I miss you guys. I love Turnagain Arm, Seward, Moose Pass, Cooper Landing and Girdwood. I hate cheaters. And people who have to lie to make themselves look good. I cant stand people who run their mouth and cant back it up. I love Alaska. I am happy and outgoing. I am a one and only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnN0cmlrZWZpbGUuY29tL215c3BhY2U=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-4615395376579722370?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/4615395376579722370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=4615395376579722370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4615395376579722370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4615395376579722370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-me.html' title='About me...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SPbXssDZkkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/idKg3DHzmIc/s72-c/CIMG3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-4296360838348362749</id><published>2008-01-14T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:33:56.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the long run...</title><content type='html'>In the long run, it's not a question of whether they deserve to be forgiven. You're not forgiving them for their sake. You're doing it for yourself. For your own health and well-being, forgiveness is simply the most energy-efficient option. It frees you from the incredibly toxic, debilitating drain of holding a grudge. Don't let these people live rent free in your head. If they hurt you before, why let them keep doing it year after year in your mind? It's not worth it but it takes heart effort to stop it. You can muster that heart power to forgive them as a way of looking out for yourself. It's one thing you can be totally selfish about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slowly. The deepest resentments are wrapped up in a lot of hurt and pain. We think we're protecting ourselves by not forgiving. Acknowledge that and go easy on yourself. Forgiveness means that you've decided not to let it keep festering inside even if it only comes up once in awhile. Forgiveness is a powerful yet challenging tool that will support and honor you, even in the most extreme circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time—just like it does for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand. May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism. Always know that there are those whose love and understanding will always be there, even when you feel most alone. May you discover enough goodness in others to believe in a world of peace. May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them. Remember the sunshine when the storm seems unending. Teach love to those who hate, and let that love embrace you as you go out into the world. May the teachings of those you admire become part of you, so that you may call upon them. Remember, those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is more important than the form. May you not become too concerned with material matters, but instead place immeasurable value on the goodness in your heart. Find time each day to see beauty and love in the world around you. Realize that each person has limitless abilities, but each of us is different in our own way. What you feel you lack in the present may become one of your strengths in the future. May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility. Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience. May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on another's judgment of your accomplishments. May you always feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.&lt;br /&gt;I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6325126288617066462-4296360838348362749?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/4296360838348362749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=4296360838348362749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4296360838348362749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/4296360838348362749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-long-run.html' title='In the long run...'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325126288617066462.post-5676140512530959573</id><published>2008-01-14T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:03:54.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New To Blogspot</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am...I never had a blogspot before. I had a livejournal - but not too fond of it. Of course...I have a myspace (along with everyone else in the world) but wanted somewhere that I could just vent and write...happy or sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The downlow on myself - I'm a 26 year old single lady, who enjoys being with my family &amp;amp; friends more than anything. Oh - my pets too. I have a American Bulldog mix named Seven, and two cats - Chiquita &amp;amp; Pita (Pain in the Ass).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/R4vqysWSbAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SfKvvX6aokQ/s1600-h/Cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155472355074665474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/R4vqysWSbAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SfKvvX6aokQ/s320/Cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155472123146431474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/R4vqlMWSa_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/MeaYXczNals/s320/Seven+in+Turnagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a house in October of 2006 - it is a tiny little place...but hey I love it! It is MINE! I recently had some tile work done to it - Thanks Matt! I look forward to doing a few more upgrades on the inside and working in the yard this summer! I love the outdoors - camping, hiking, snowboard, snowmaching...you name I've been there done that...and loved every minute of it! I have a group of friends that I would do anything in the world for...and they know who they are. I don't get along with very many other girls...so the girlfriends that I do have I hold very close to my heart. Growing up in a small town - I had mostly guy friends...one of which I lost in a tragic airplane accident 2 years ago (RIP Fritz) not a day goes by that I don't think about him. But I always know that until I get to see him again...he walks with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155474841860729874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/R4vtDcWSbBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M4ngLRF9KMk/s320/404799879_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well I probably should get back to getting something done around here...tee-hee...Look forward to many blogs from me...and hopefully I will keep in touch with those whom don't have myspace :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mucho Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B&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/6325126288617066462-5676140512530959573?l=aksnowsavage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/feeds/5676140512530959573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325126288617066462&amp;postID=5676140512530959573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/5676140512530959573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325126288617066462/posts/default/5676140512530959573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aksnowsavage.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-to-blogspot.html' title='New To Blogspot'/><author><name>AKSnowsavage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809626775598283028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/SRx_wUYPRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/R2GvSgGjOaU/S220/CIMG3658%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ln2HhyRWCfM/R4vqysWSbAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SfKvvX6aokQ/s72-c/Cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
