<?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-11334522</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:37:56.354+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT THE WINDOW...</title><subtitle type='html'>I live in Japan. This space on the internet is dedicated to my (two) year long stay here. It will be portrayed and remembered through pictures.  I can't promise witty captions, perfect pictures, or even a complete record of EVERY single thing I do.  However, I can promise to take the pictures from my camera and slap them onto this little site of mine for you all to see. Enjoy my view of Japan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-4905956576186832011</id><published>2007-02-19T11:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:58:01.104+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamemaki Taikai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR12_-LyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KGM4aAQ_sjc/s1600-h/P1060570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033073675557809954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR12_-LyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KGM4aAQ_sjc/s320/P1060570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR2W_-LzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IDkRgPh1lgs/s1600-h/P1060588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033073684147744562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR2W_-LzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IDkRgPh1lgs/s320/P1060588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR22_-L0I/AAAAAAAAABE/o3dJ-CFFuT8/s1600-h/P1060592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033073692737679170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR22_-L0I/AAAAAAAAABE/o3dJ-CFFuT8/s320/P1060592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOrm_-LtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1rXWaxyMeQ/s1600-h/P1060538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033070200929267410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOrm_-LtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M1rXWaxyMeQ/s320/P1060538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOs2_-LuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YhQpH-8NWRs/s1600-h/P1060542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033070222404103906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOs2_-LuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YhQpH-8NWRs/s320/P1060542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOtW_-LvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vWs_39MKXME/s1600-h/P1060545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033070230994038514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOtW_-LvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vWs_39MKXME/s320/P1060545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOt2_-LwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6knTeNoCynk/s1600-h/P1060553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033070239583973122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOt2_-LwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6knTeNoCynk/s320/P1060553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOuW_-LxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f8gUUC2qsgU/s1600-h/P1060568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033070248173907730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkOuW_-LxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f8gUUC2qsgU/s320/P1060568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was under the impression that this little festival was for Setsubun. But I asked a teacher of mine and she was totally positive it went by the name of Mamemaki Taikai. So that's what we'll call it. There's a really good chance this event goes by both names. Between my horrible japanese and their somewhat-okay english is where the name Mamemaki Taikai comes from so I hope I'm not misinforming you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate this is the event where you cleanse your house of evil spirits by throwing beans at it./them./him. The evil spirit is the thing portrayed by the red monster in tiger shorts. The kids' only goal is to throw all their beans at it./them./him.(in this case it/she. there are only female teachers at this school and they had to make due. gambare sky class teacher. good show.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a saying for this event..."Out with the bad. In with the new." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might not know that we sort of have the same thing in America. It's called meditation and it's done only by grown-ups...boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-4905956576186832011?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/4905956576186832011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=4905956576186832011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/4905956576186832011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/4905956576186832011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2007/02/mamemaki-taikai.html' title='Mamemaki Taikai'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIfzMEqwlm0/RdkR12_-LyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KGM4aAQ_sjc/s72-c/P1060570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-116218820073318213</id><published>2006-10-30T14:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:03:20.743+09:00</updated><title type='text'>more student pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3654.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from the Undokais of Mito Lily Kindergarten and Uchihara Lily Kindergarten. They did so well in their dance performances I almost cried. Their homeroom teachers actually did cry. I'm ordering a dvd of the performances so I'll be able to show you all one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-116218820073318213?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/116218820073318213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=116218820073318213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/116218820073318213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/116218820073318213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-student-pics.html' title='more student pics'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-115815752506640558</id><published>2006-09-13T23:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:25:25.123+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuji and basketball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3536.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3538.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3452.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about two weeks ago I climbed Mt. Fuji. It took us (me, janet, mark, and elizabeth) 4 hours and 10 minutes to reach the top. As you're climbing you think to yourself,"I will never do this again."  Everybody says that. But low and behold as we were in the car driving home I thought to myself, "I could do that again. Darn it!!!"  Maybe later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one week ago me and some friends got tickets to see the 3rd and 4th place games of the FIBA world championship games in Saitama, Japan. We got to see America play Argentina. It was a great game.  They were neck-in-neck for most of it, but in the end America pulled ahead. Awesome game.  We yelled, screamed, and made friemds with the Japanese surrounding us by coinning the phrase, "U.S.A. Gambare!" Which means, "Come on U.S.A., you can do it, keep fighting!" Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-115815752506640558?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/115815752506640558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=115815752506640558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115815752506640558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115815752506640558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuji-and-basketball.html' title='Fuji and basketball.'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-115521821651151577</id><published>2006-08-10T22:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:56:56.540+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend was soooo boring;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3639.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Mito's annual Festival. I'm not totally sure what they were celebrating, but I'll find out and report back. This year it snuck up on me. I went to church one sunday and everyone was talking about the big festival next weekend and then I forgot again until the festival was in full swing. On Friday night we had a big cookout and then walked to the park where the party was goin down. They had fireworks and venders lining the lake I run around. I saw a ton of my students from last year. They are now in 8th grade and look so much older. I really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Saturday they had the big parade where groups of people danced up and down the street for hours and hours straight in blazing heat. Kudos to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-115521821651151577?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/115521821651151577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=115521821651151577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115521821651151577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115521821651151577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-weekend-was-soooo-boring.html' title='This weekend was soooo boring;)'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-115444118901217900</id><published>2006-08-01T22:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:17:04.110+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese style cookout. (complete with bamboo)</title><content type='html'>These pics are from a few weekends ago when some elementary schoolers invited us to play a friendly game of softball. Seeing as how I hauled my glove all the way from the States, I decided to go and play. My team got the snot kick out of us, but a good time was had by all. I actually have a picture of me rounding the bases, but it's much to embarrassing to post on the world wide web. After the game the parents treated us all to a cookout complete with bamboo cups and chicken on a stick. And if that weren't enough, there was watermelon for dessert. I took the liberty of showing the young players how to spit a seed and encouraged them to compete in said activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal...a huge amount of noodles were prepared and stored in two large coolers. In order to eat you had to stand on either side of the little bamboo slide and catch the noodles with your chopsticks as they slid down the shoot. The bamboo cups people are holding had a cold, japanese broth in them and after you caught the noodles you put them in your cup to mix with the broth and then you slurped them up. It was delicious. There was also an array of cooked veggies to munch on as well as chicken bits on a stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was a blast and the people were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3328.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-115444118901217900?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/115444118901217900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=115444118901217900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115444118901217900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115444118901217900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/08/japanese-style-cookout-complete-with.html' title='Japanese style cookout. (complete with bamboo)'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-115262971373665683</id><published>2006-07-11T23:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:49:35.260+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukasiewicz Revival</title><content type='html'>Back together again! I had a wonderful time with my family while celebrating my sister's wedding. Living abroad is definately a great experience, but it reminds you how much you miss and love your family when you finally do see them.  I have an amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;To family: I had more pics, but decided not to put them on the internet to spare some of us embarrassment. You are very welcome Mr. "your name".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/26189515909_0_BG%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/26189515909_0_BG%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3179.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3179.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/Wedding%28Ours%29014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/Wedding%28Ours%29014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/Wedding%28Ours%29006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/Wedding%28Ours%29006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-115262971373665683?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/115262971373665683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=115262971373665683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115262971373665683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115262971373665683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/07/lukasiewicz-revival.html' title='Lukasiewicz Revival'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-115262865669944732</id><published>2006-07-11T23:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:37:36.730+09:00</updated><title type='text'>some of my favorite kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3106.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3116.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3037.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-115262865669944732?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/115262865669944732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=115262865669944732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115262865669944732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/115262865669944732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-of-my-favorite-kids.html' title='some of my favorite kids'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-114934784470611853</id><published>2006-06-04T00:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:17:24.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I really really really like my job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_3067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_3067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-114934784470611853?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/114934784470611853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=114934784470611853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114934784470611853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114934784470611853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-really-really-really-like-my-job.html' title='I really really really like my job.'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-114913919157140536</id><published>2006-06-01T13:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:26:34.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new apt: after pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2950.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2950.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2952.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2952.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2953.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2953.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2955.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2955.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2965.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2965.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2964.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2964.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2969.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2969.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-114913919157140536?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/114913919157140536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=114913919157140536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114913919157140536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114913919157140536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-apt-after-pictures.html' title='new apt: after pictures'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-114904945859445156</id><published>2006-05-31T13:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:58:50.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new apt: before pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2766.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2766.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom area where I get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2762.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2762.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my kitchen.  It's about 5 times bigger than my previous kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2764.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2764.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2770.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2770.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tatami room.  It serve(d/s) as my junk room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my room's closet. Notice how enormous it is. (ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my living room. "The guy on the couch" is my friend Travis. He was tired from staying up all night talking with his Japanese friends because he was leaving a few days later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-114904945859445156?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/114904945859445156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=114904945859445156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114904945859445156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114904945859445156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-apt-before-pictures.html' title='new apt: before pictures'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-114240956761780082</id><published>2006-03-15T16:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:59:27.630+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'My Last Class' has begun.  This is when, one-by-one, you start to say goodbye to your classes.  All together I have 13 different classes.  My 9th graders have already graduated so that leaves me with 7th and 8th graders.  This picture shows my 1-1 (7th grade, class 1) class and I after we just had our last class together.  The first two pictures were serious pictures, but this last picture was our "American Style" picture.  Some of them didn't really grip onto the understanding of what to do, but some did.  I love these kids and I will miss them dearly.  They've been a great class minus the occational rough day.  I've loved every minute with them and I hope I see them next year around town.  They've grown up so much this year.  They came to this Jr. High small and intimidated.  Now, they know where they fit in and how this Jr. High world works.  They're way less 'cute' now and a lot more 'cool'. I prefer it that way b/c 'cute' doesn't get you as far as 'cool' does in Jr. High.  They're better off this way.  They're great kids and I really hope they can look back on this year and say they had a good time in English class b/c their English teacher kicked butt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-114240956761780082?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/114240956761780082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=114240956761780082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114240956761780082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114240956761780082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-last-class.html' title='My Last Class'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-114130796798872930</id><published>2006-03-02T22:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:26:40.426+09:00</updated><title type='text'>one more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_1394.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more lesson with my hoikusho kids.  They're loud. They're sweet. But most importantly...they're awesome little kids that I only get to see once a month.  I'll miss our monthly 2 hour visits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-114130796798872930?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/114130796798872930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=114130796798872930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114130796798872930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/114130796798872930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-more-time.html' title='one more time'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113973154387941137</id><published>2006-02-12T17:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:07:49.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics from my trip to Thailand and Taiwan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan132.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan139.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan147.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan157.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan170.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan195.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan203.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan240.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan406.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/thailandandtaiwan123.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval037.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113973154387941137?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113973154387941137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113973154387941137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113973154387941137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113973154387941137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-pics-from-my-trip-to-thailand-and.html' title='More pics from my trip to Thailand and Taiwan...'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113733040549229896</id><published>2006-01-15T21:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:04:47.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the trip I've had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/1600/IMG_2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2749/915/320/IMG_2427.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you what an amazing trip I had.  The locals, food, sights, and traveling companions were all completely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off on December 26th at 4:50am. We drove to Narita airport and boarded our plane to Bangkok Thailand. We saw temples and shrines and ate great food.  Went shopping and had traditional Thai massages.  It was glorious. Here are some pics from that portion of my trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2356.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2355.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2306.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1690.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1675.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0103.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/bangkoklast.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the theater where we saw King Kong. We got to sit in electronically reclining, cushy seats. We also got blanks, pillows, and socks to make the experience more relaxing and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/bangkok1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at one of the temples we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple days in Bangkok (like the song, but we added a couple nights to our stay).  We headed off to Koh Chang island.  This island is just a 45 min ferry ride off the coast of Thailand by Trat.  It's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We island hopped, snorkled, elephant trekked, laid in the sun, swam, shopped and ate dinner on the beach. It was warm, sunny, and beautiful. The sunsets were incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2477.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2470.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2529.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not our boat, but our boat for the snorkling was similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/CAM_0002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our spot of the beach. This stretch of the island was called "White Sand Beach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending New Years Eve on the island and enjoying the sun a little more we were off to Taipei, Taiwan. A bit chilly, but a lot of fun to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2563.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically the changing of the gaurds at a memorial. Sorry for the one picture from Taiwan.  I only have one picture uploaded. I'll get more on here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all and I'll see you in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113733040549229896?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113733040549229896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113733040549229896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113733040549229896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113733040549229896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-trip-ive-had.html' title='Oh, the trip I&apos;ve had...'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113457518099591541</id><published>2005-12-14T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:50:23.100+09:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is for my family</title><content type='html'>This post is for my family.  As you all know I won't be home for christmas this year, but here is what I'll miss about christmas at the lukasiewicz home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I'm going to miss you yelling at me from the bottom of the stairs to get up, get ready, and get down stairs to help clean the house for family.  I'm going to miss the 15 minutes it takes for all of us to open our gifts seperately or altogether (which ever one we decide on this year).  I'm going to miss making faces at you to let you know that something rediculous has just happened in the lukasiewicz household and to make sure you're well aware of it also.  I'm going to miss the random gift-o-neccessity that you give us from the bottom of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad.  As you're opening gifts this year minus one of your children just remember that I love you and I'll be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I'm going to miss your rants as we're all cleaning for family on Christmas day after opening gifts.  I'm going to miss your comments as presents are being opened. I'm going to miss getting the house ready for company with you.  I'm going to miss your wise-cracks about dad.  I'm going to miss your laugh when one of us kids says a wise-crack about dad.  I'm going to miss hearing you talk about the christmas past when family showed up 4 hours late for dinner.  I'm going to miss seeing your wonderful christmas decorations filling the house.  I'm going to miss your colaches. Just remember that I'll miss my friend on christmas and I'll be wishing I was helping you roll the dough for colaches. I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: I'm going to miss the one time a year that I get to see my older brother.  Random though: thanks for helping me with math all through high school. I'll miss seeing you and sophie.  I'll miss the way you take on your oldest son qualities and make Trent do something other than watch tv as the rest of the family is cleaning for company.  I'll miss talking with you after everyone has gone to sleep.  I'll miss hearing about what's been going on with you for the past year.  I'll miss having my big brother back for this one time of year.  I love you and can't wait to see you again.  I'm sure your japanese is much better than mine and i'm ashamed to say that seeing as how I live in Japan and you're in Nebreska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz: I'm going to miss you getting upset that people aren't helping as much as you when it comes to cleaning and cooking.  Thank you for being such a wonderful sister.  You're the perfect role-model of a daughter and sister. I'll miss hearing your commands directed towards me like i'll actually listen to you this time.  I'll miss seeing you in the kitchen with mom mashing the potatoes for the perfect supper with family that will soon follow.  I'll miss seeing you and mike sitting at Grandma and grandpa's cirle folding table eating grandma's wonderful chili soup well after everyone else is finished b/c you two just showed up. I love you and I'm sorry I won't be there this year.  Maybe I can make a dvd of myself making different faces and you guys can play it as your opening presents and cleaning the house. I'll make happy facial expressions for you to look at while opening presents and I'll make yelling, mad, and "oh shut up." faces for you to look at while you're all cleaning. I'm sure you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: buddy, I love you and miss you.  I'll miss seeing how much you've grown in the past year.  I'll miss seeing you in the computer room drinking Mt. Dew and playing xbox.  I'll miss asking you to get off of xbox live so that I can check my mail.  I'll miss being in awe of what a wonderful young man you're turning out to me. I have to say for a while there i was worried;)  just kidding.  I'll miss seeing what you're doing with your hair these days.  I'll miss running into hastings with you to do nothing.  I'll miss seeing you and mom and dad interact b/c it's so different than how us kids were when we lived at home b/c you're basically an only child and it's just interesting to me.  I'll miss having to reach up, instead of down to hug you b/c you've grown so much since i left for college. You're a great guy trenner. I can't wait to reach up for a hug again.  Be safe and keep growing in Christ. You amaze me buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family: I love you. May God bless you and keep you safe for when I come home in April.  Dad, feel free to make faces as if I were there to see them.  I'll understand even from Japan.  Mom feel free to think of me while you and dad get up early to have coffee and oreos.  You can even set out a cup of coffee and six oreos for me at my usual spot. Wait...better made it 5 oreos. i'm trying to cut back on sugar:) Matt, feel free to stay up and talk to yourself at the bottom of the loft stairs like i was really there.  Linz, feel free to shout commands from the kitchen to me to help out or clean something I'm not presently cleaning. Trent, feel free to play xbox the entire time the family is cleaning for company and then go watch the borne supremacy after everything is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113457518099591541?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113457518099591541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113457518099591541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113457518099591541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113457518099591541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-post-is-for-my-family.html' title='this post is for my family'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113318646939288918</id><published>2005-11-28T23:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:01:09.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving dinner</title><content type='html'>It's kind of late at night and I need to go to sleep seeing as how I'm a responsible young adult who every year (oddly around my birthday) seems to have a new revelation as to just how much sleep I need and feel happier and happier to give myself those additional hours of sleep. THAT was a looooooong sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures from this weekend. I'll write more later explaining my past couple of weeks, but right now I just want to post these so you have something to look at. Be sure to tune in later for explainations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty, Jason, and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small chugging contest. &lt;br /&gt;Jon, me, Travis A., and Robbie Dobbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I PRE eating all of this glorious food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We foreigners know how to stuff ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2055.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I won the fake smiling contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2058.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanksgiving table. These guys were a great fill-in family for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Jon, Traivs, Robbie, me, Holly, Stone&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Marianne, Denver, and Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_2060.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake smiles all around!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you all know...&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my wonderful family and friends.  I'm thankful for the gift God gave me by sending me over here to experience Japan.  I'm thankful that I have the use of my arms, legs, fingers, eyes, toes, and every other part of my body.  I'm thankful for my shelter, food, clothing, and education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113318646939288918?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113318646939288918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113318646939288918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113318646939288918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113318646939288918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='thanksgiving dinner'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113153875233680849</id><published>2005-11-09T21:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:19:12.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Okay people. This is my costume...Mistreated Doll. Notice the cotton coming out of my wrist and the unhappy facial expression.  Tattered clothes and twisted skirt.  Aside from the fact that I had to tell everyone what I was, I think it was a pretty fantastic costume.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/Img_6734.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right: Becca, Catera, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113153875233680849?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113153875233680849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113153875233680849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113153875233680849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113153875233680849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-113153790886346252</id><published>2005-11-09T21:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:05:08.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for taking so long...</title><content type='html'>Yes I realize it's been about forever since my last post and I apologize.  Things have been busy and when they slow down I don't really feel like blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;But finally tonight I kick my butt enough to come leave a little note on my blog for those of you who still check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been to a Halloween party, surfing, training for a marathon, and I've started doing pilates. It's been kind of crazy.  People are coming and people are leaving and it's tough keeping up with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago the AET's had a halloween party.  There were "E-Males", cats, Kendo players, dorky prom guys, cows, cowgirls, Harry Potter and his Mogule, and a variety of other ideas represented. I, being the creative girl that I am, went as a "mistreated doll."  I had cotton coming out of my wrists, nasty hair, a dirty face, and torn hose. OH! And only one shoe. The night held a chili contest and a costume contest.  I tied for 1st in the costume segment of the night. A good time was held by all. I'll get some pics up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I went surfing for the 4th time a couple days ago and I have to brag on myself a little bit.  I stood up for about 5-6 seconds and actually rode a wave before falling over. I also must tell you that I was the only person out in the frigid waters of the Pacific Ocean without a wet suit on. You can either look at that as me being incredibly tough or incredibly stupid.  BUT the fact still ramains that I was able to endure the chill of the ocean and still push through to achieve a personal best in surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this little update b/c I just got back from running and I'm tired and want to take a shower before reading and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so you all know...I miss you. I love my family and friends. God has been good. That's SO just like Him. It's amazing to look back at events that took place only 8 short months ago and have the ability to see what God was trying to show you and thank Him for being patient enough with you to help you through whatever it was you thought was so hard and impossible at the moment.  God is constantly amazing me. I hope I'm returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all and I pray God watches over you and keeps you safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-113153790886346252?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/113153790886346252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=113153790886346252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113153790886346252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/113153790886346252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-for-taking-so-long.html' title='Sorry for taking so long...'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112912138505056973</id><published>2005-10-12T21:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:52:47.736+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little People</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1390.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is possibly the cutest kid ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1388.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid JUST dodged the ever hurtful concho. A concho is a crotch shot for little kids. It's completely normal to take a knock in the "precious zone" from the one who, just moments before, was your best friend. Oh kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1383.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are practicing for their sports day. This, if you can't tell, is tug-of-war.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these precious little people are the ones that get 2 hours of my life, once a month.  If you ask me I should go every week, but the powers-that-be think differently.  I would love nothing more than to get to hang with these cool, tiny, humans at LEAST once a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112912138505056973?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112912138505056973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112912138505056973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112912138505056973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112912138505056973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-people.html' title='The Little People'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112609856818428609</id><published>2005-09-07T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:26:59.163+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enkai</title><content type='html'>Okay people this post will be much shorter than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I've been having more and more of those days where you catch yourself and realize that life is just about perfect. Even when the off-days come and you just want to go home and sleep, I find that there's absolutely no room for complaints.  I wake up and go to work where I get to hang with great kids. When 5pm rolls around I head out, ride my bike to wherever I need to go and do whatever I darn well please for the rest of the night.  Hanging out with friends, studying Japanese, hopping on my scooter and getting groceries down the street.  It's just great being here and finally getting to the place where I can't imagine things being better. I know days will come where I'll be ready to jump on a plane and head back to America, but life is good when where you are is where home is.  Being out on my balcony (yeah, I've got a balcony on the 4th floor with a great view!)looking around at everything going on is wonderful. Even though there's nothing spectacular to see.  It's just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I had one great day this last Saturday. I had to be at work this Saturday at 7:00 am because my Jr. High had the annual sports festival.  This is basically like the field days we american's have in elementary school with fun events like the 3-legged race and relays and races only it's for Jr. Highers. The days started off pretty boring, but around lunch time there were some events that teachers got to take part in.  Two to be exact.  One was tug of war: teachers and parents against the students. The other one was a relay with the teachers from each grade competing against each other. I had a blast! My team got last, but it was SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of my students from the sports fesitval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th graders with Ms. Lacey's shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my english club girls getting her announcing on. I was so proud of them.  They are only 7th graders and they did a GREAT job of making announcements for each event all in English. Way to go girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the 7th grade classes.  Gotta love the kids! This was taken after the festivities at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Pocahontas was long gone, but come to find out she was just hangin in Japan as a 7th grade girl. It was funny, so I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics from the Enkai. An enkai is a really expensive party that all the teachers go to.  It takes place in a Hotel conference room and there are speeches and food and drinks, and people getting crazy.  Do I condone even getting a little buzzed? NO, I don't, but Enkai's are a part of a teacher's life over here and a great opportunity to build relationships with your fellow teachers.  You all come together to talk and relax and just get to know each other outside of the school setting. At school you constantly have to be professional and enkai's are where teacher's let their guards down.  I can't deny it's a great time to find out who actually CAN speak english. They relax and sure enough english just starts coming out.  I work with really fun people, but I rarely get to see it and they rarely get to see it in me.  After the enkai was over, a 2nd enkai took place at a karaoke place. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the two guys singing here is my 2nd grade English teacher.  The guy in the striped shirt is the 2nd grade PE teaching assistant.&lt;br /&gt;They were getting into the music as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man standing up "conducting" is my vice-principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night. Mostly because of the karaoke-ing.  At first I was really shy and didn't want to sing. I'm perfectly happy bursting out in song in the privacy of my own home, but not in front of people I know and certainly not people I work with and have to face in the near future.  HOWEVER, there was one teacher that, oddly enough, doesn't speak english, yet knows every single word to Jon Bon Jovi's "It's my life"  WELL, this teacher wanted me to sing it with him and I really didn't want to because I know how I sound. I didn't want to leave him hanging though so I stood up with him in the room surrounded by my co-workers and was just about to pee my pants when the room started clapping and cheering b/c they were about to hear the white chick sing. This actually helped me to "feel the mood" and in no time Mr. Sato and Ms. Lacey were belting out the words to "It's my life" with all the heart and soul only found in the church choir on Sunday mornings.  This guy was good.  I couldn't believe that he knew every single word to this song and I had an absolute blast singing it with him. After that the gloves were off and I was ready to go a second round of whatever Jon Bon Jovi song Mr. Sato had memorized.  I can't remember what else we sang, but there were at least two more. Oh to connect with fellow Japanese teachers through the awe-inspiring lyrics of Mr. Bon Jovi. With all of my heart Jon; I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112609856818428609?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112609856818428609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112609856818428609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112609856818428609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112609856818428609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/09/enkai.html' title='The Enkai'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112585090381595722</id><published>2005-09-05T02:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:23:11.460+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time...I dare you to read every single word.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here's the skinny on what exactly went down in Tokyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, arrive at Ueno station and walk around a little while in Ueno park only to see that the museums we want to go to are closed on Mondays and so we make an executive decision to return on Wednesday to see them right before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Tower was on the way to our hotel so a special photo session was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decide to head to our hotel, get checked in, drop off the bags, and head to the Harajuku area.  This is the part of town where the youth of Tokyo hang out, shop, and dress like Little Boepeep because they appreciate her taste in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After haning out there and shopping (looking around at things) we decided to splurge on supper and eat at the Hard Rock Cafe. We had a blast there just eating and talking and watching old 80's music videos on the televisions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to go walk around a part of town. So for about an hour we wandered aimlessly through the busy streets of Tokyo near a train station. Just walking around in Tokyo makes you feel like you're actually doing something.  Along the way of course we had to do Puricura.  This is just a place where you can go get booth pictures taken with friends. They're a ton better than the ones in America. Here, after you take the pictures you get to decorate them with words and shapes and designs.  It's fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2  We took our time getting up that day and checked out of the hotel around 11am and headed straight for Disney Sea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 10.5 HOURS there and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we booked a hotel for the first night, but decided to wing it for the 2nd night because we were pretty sure we could find a place cheaper than 6,000 yen a night PER person like the hotel we stayed at the first night. So we start looking for a place to stay at the capsul hotel we found in a travel book Janet had. Unfortunately they were booked for the night.  Our plan A was to find a capsul hotel and we really didn't think this would be difficult, but it was.  Luckily we had a plan B.  Plan B was to go to a Karaoke place and just buy a karaoke room from midnight until 5am and pay 1,000 (a little under 10 bucks) yen a piece.  This sounded adventurous enough to all of us and we were up for it.  However, there was one last capsul hotel to check on before resorting to plan B. Well, little did we know that God had something a little cheaper than a karaoke place for us to stay.  I should tell you that none of us wanted to pay for another hotel and we were pretty sure all the capsule hotel's would have been full for that night and so we were fully expecting to have to pay 1,000 yen for a night at karaoke which was great b/c 1,000 yen is way better than 3,000 yen which is what the capsule would have been. So we were thinking 1,000 isn't as great as free, but it's way better than 3,000.  here's where the rambling takes a turn for the better...&lt;br /&gt;We were standing on the sidewalk looking at this capsule hotel, trying to figure out which floor of the building it was one when three japanese people walked by us.  They walked a little slower and they were almost past us when the woman piped up and started speaking english to us. They asked us if we needed help and where we were from and if we needed to find a place to stay for the night. We answered all their questions and just kept on talking.  Well, after about 20 minutes of talking, the old japanese man said that they all had this friend that lived near by and that we were welcome to go to her house, so they could help us find a place to stay for the night by calling some hotels for us.  The three of us looked at each other trying to decide if the other two were cool with going with them.  Luckily I was with the two coolest Americans ever and they were just as cool with it as I was, so off we went with our 3 newest friends in the world.  Come to find out, they all work together and the woman's house were walking to is Korean and is a friend of all three of them.  So we arrive at her apartment and sit and talk for a while. They can all speak a little english so we sit and talk until about 12:30 that night.  To try to make an already long story a little shorter, we end up being invited to spend the night there and once again we all look at the other two trying to find out if the other two are cool with it using only our eye contact to have a conversation to make sure the other two with cool with spending the night. So 3 americans, 3 japanese, and 1 korean all get ready for bed in a tiny 2 room apartment. We get the bedroom and the four natives get the living room. All that is seperating us from almost complete strangers is a sliding door kept slightly open as to let cool air into our room.  So we all lay down and try to get to sleep, but there's one problem. The japanese woman has had a little too much to drink and starts to cry. The other three try to calm her down b/c they know this must sound horrible to the three strangers they've invited to spend the night who are probably well awake, and after some time finally get her to stop crying and go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all woke up, said thank you, left a small gift, took a picture together, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm standing by the Korean woman, Janet is by the young guy, and the older Japanese woman is behind Rebecca b/c she's still in her pajamas. The older Japanese man had already left for the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchanged phone numbers/email and headed out to start the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3  We headed straight to Kabuki Za Theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/AA3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kobuki theatre is old, traditional, representational, Japanese theatre. It was 900 yen for 2 hours of not knowing what in the world was going on on the stage.  Fortunately they had english translation ear pieces to listen to while the play was going on.  SO for two full hours, we stood in the nose bleed section (you get what you pay for) and listen to the actors whine on stage while listening to the story line with ear pieces.  I loved the whole thing and wish I would have brought binaculars.  We viewed the whole play at around a 50 degree angle from about 40-45 yards away. I'm seriously glad I went.  It's part of old Japanese culture so it needed to be seen, even though most Japanese people really haven't ever seen it. Oh well. It was fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to Ueno park to go through the museums. The first one was Janet's pick and it was an interactive museum where you got to walk through life size replicas of Japanese houses and shops from back in the Edo era. Really cool. The second museum was my pick.  It was the National Museum of Western Art.  They had a special exhibit from Dresden, Germany.  Good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to the train station to head home.  I had a great time with Janet and Rebecca in Tokyo, but I was glad to finally sit down again and relax on the way home. I had a great time with the two coolest americans in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've done it people!  You've read the longest post in history.  Sorry it wasn't the most fasinating reading you'll ever do, but you can't win 'em all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112585090381595722?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112585090381595722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112585090381595722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112585090381595722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112585090381595722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/09/story-timei-dare-you-to-read-every.html' title='Story time...I dare you to read every single word.'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112383727809250626</id><published>2005-08-13T10:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:01:18.093+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearin up Tokyo like Godzilla my nilla !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1309.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1255.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1277.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1272.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past monday, tuesday and wednesday I went to Tokyo with Janet and Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Harajuku (the part of tokyo where the youth of japan go to buy their little bow peep outfits and generally just shop. It was pretty fun. We also spent an entire 10.5 hours at Tokyo Disney Sea. We had a ton of fun, took lots of pics, but only saw Pluto.  I think mickey and the rest of the gang were takin the day off. Those costumes must be sickly hot to have to wear all day.  I'm sure there's some sort of law against making people wear furry costumes in the dead of summer in Japan and if there's not, there needs to be. Poor poor Pluto:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pics from the trip. I need to get more from janet and rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112383727809250626?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112383727809250626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112383727809250626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383727809250626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383727809250626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/08/tearin-up-tokyo-like-godzilla-my-nilla.html' title='Tearin up Tokyo like Godzilla my nilla !'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112383654393883546</id><published>2005-08-13T09:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:49:03.940+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1213.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1215.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval014.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval064.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/MitoKomonFesitval065.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from my city's annual festival. It went on for two days.  Friday and Saturday.  There were parades, people dancing in the street, competitions, and lots of food. Everyone and their dog was selling something. It was basically like a county fair with no rides. But the fact that the entire city attended made up for the lack of rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112383654393883546?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112383654393883546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112383654393883546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383654393883546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383654393883546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-time-people.html' title='Party time people!'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112383600102773121</id><published>2005-08-13T09:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:40:01.033+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Transportation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1178.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, my friends, is my new scooter. It is not new technically, but it's new to me, so it's my new scooter. I've had it for about 3 weeks now, but have just now gotten around to posting a picture of it. My friend travis and I bought them from our church's missionaries who recently bought a car and have a child, so they didn't have much use for scooters anymore. We were both pretty excited as you can see by the expressions on our faces. We are now able to join the ranks of our other friends with scooters. I'm the only girl with a scooter here which I think is kind of sad. I'd like a girl to scoot around with sometimes. Luckily my friends janet and rebecca are getting a car today. A car isn't as fun as a scooter, but at least I won't be subjected to the weather when I hang with them:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112383600102773121?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112383600102773121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112383600102773121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383600102773121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383600102773121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-transportation.html' title='New Transportation!'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112383488953508279</id><published>2005-08-13T09:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:21:29.563+09:00</updated><title type='text'>By special request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1195.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a special request I have posted pics of my school. This is Kasahara Jr. High school.  It's summer vacation here, but kids still show up every single day in the sweltering heat to practice their respective sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1187.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the teachers' room. No teacher ever has their own room b/c that would keep them separated. Plus this makes the day social for the teachers as well as the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1182.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my desk. I'm the only one in the teachers' room with a fan at my desk.  They're nice and understand that I just can't take the heat and humidity like they can. They've lived in this humidity all their lives and I'm pretty new to this level of warmth. They have no AC in the school. We like to open windows and get the air moving. Plus the prime minister asked the people of Japan to do their part in conserving energy so this helps of course. While it's really uncomfortable sitting in a room with no AC in the dead of summer, I think it's pretty cool that the nation can actually reduce the amount of energy they use as a collective whole. Everyone actually does play a role. Another cool thing about it is that they don't look for a medal or blue ribbon for doing their part and helping out. They just do it, expecting nothing in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112383488953508279?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112383488953508279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112383488953508279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383488953508279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112383488953508279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/08/by-special-request.html' title='By special request...'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112289929278611265</id><published>2005-08-02T13:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:28:12.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1165.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1167.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1170.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1171.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics from the Interactive Forum. Four students from my school had to participate in an english conversation contest.  Each student must have a 5 minute conversation with two other students and are judged on speaking abilities.  Two students from 8th grade and two students from 9th grade from each school in Mito (town where I live and teach) compete and I had a blast working/training my four students.  They were totally brave for participating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112289929278611265?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112289929278611265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112289929278611265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112289929278611265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112289929278611265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/08/interactive-forum.html' title='Interactive Forum'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112115658771884288</id><published>2005-07-13T09:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:25:12.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>church clean up day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1122.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are masks that were found in one of the church closets. We thought they were gross, creepy, and old, so of course we wanted to put them on and take a picture. We're supposed to be cleaning, but dressing-up is way more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1116.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damon, kelly, rachel, and rusty. sweepin the drive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1132.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we(other AET's, missionaries, and one exchange student) cleaning up the weeds in the church's flower bed.  Well actually I didn't weed.  I took a picture of some girls weeding, then suggested we all pose together so it looked like I had actually done some work. You at least have to give me credit for being honest:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1112.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the four super missionaries that left about 3 weeks ago.  They were fun, funny, and had great hearts.  I'll miss them. Stephanie, Laura, Patrick, and Josh...you are missed by us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112115658771884288?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112115658771884288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112115658771884288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112115658771884288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112115658771884288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/07/church-clean-up-day.html' title='church clean up day'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112109145544296784</id><published>2005-07-12T15:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:45:31.823+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Daigo Festival and the Carp Bridge</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from the Daigo street festival and Carp bridge.&lt;br /&gt;The Daigo festival was crazy! These big carts full of people are pulled around these little town's streets.  Each cart is a different team and as these teams meet each other while roaming through streets and alley's they will stop and have a drum-off(each cart is loaded with 3-4 drummers sitting inside all playing the same beat). As the drum-off is going on the carts are rocked back and forth as the drummers INSIDE the carts are keeping up the beat.  Which ever team goes the longest without messing up the beat wins.  These drum-offs last anywhere from 10-15 minutes.  That might not seem like a long time, but believe me it is when your job as the supporter of the team is to jump up and down along with the drum beats and clap and yell.  The winner of the drum-off is also determined by how loud the supporters and team members cheer and how long they can keep up with the drummers.  The team I and some friends joined were winning every drum-off until we met the purple team.  The purple team was loaded with the Japanese version of energetic, hopped-up-on-suger, teeny boppers.  Needless to say, we lost the lead when these chics rounded our corner.  I had a blast though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu070.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu076.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pictures are specifically during the last drum off between all the teams.  After roaming the streets they all meet up and get in a line. Each carts supporters stand in front of their carts and all teams start drumming at the same time.  After about 20-25 minutes of this drum-off the festival is over and somehow everyone knows who won even though no announcer formally declared a winner.  The over-all winner was not my team (blue team).  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1086.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some guy on the blue team.  His job was to carry around this long poll with a lantern on the very top of it.  He did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the carp bridge.  The Japanese have a special day for boys and a seperate special day for girls. Girl's day hasn't happened here yet, but boys day has and these are pictures from the bridge where carps (carps represent boys for some reason)are hung in celebration of the good ol' male race.  It was a beautiful day out. Sun shinning and carps blowing in the breeze.  You all should really check it out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu051.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/familyandjapanesemitsu053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just two little kids that I saw at the bridge.  Pretty sure they're completely adorable. Yes, that really is a little girl eating soup with two sticks. I wouldn't be surprised if she was still in diapers, but she's fully able to eat noodles and water with sticks.  Chopsticks are easy to use I know, but come on! &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a cuter little boy?  I haven't except for my little cousins, little brother(when he was a baby), and close friends' babies of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112109145544296784?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112109145544296784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112109145544296784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112109145544296784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112109145544296784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/07/daigo-festival-and-carp-bridge.html' title='Daigo Festival and the Carp Bridge'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112109020865514970</id><published>2005-07-12T15:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:03:32.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry blossom season</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1062.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close-up of cherry blossom blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the street my church is on.  It's lined with cherry blossom trees and is completely gorgeous when the trees are in full bloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112109020865514970?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112109020865514970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112109020865514970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112109020865514970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112109020865514970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/07/cherry-blossom-season.html' title='cherry blossom season'/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112074644109217967</id><published>2005-07-09T16:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:31:08.046+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  I've finally done what I said I was going to do before I left America almost 4 months ago...I've started a blog.  This blog was made with friends and family in mind to show you all a little bit of my life here in Japan.  I hope you enjoy.  It's not really a "blog" b/c a "blog" is an online journal, but this isn't a journal for me.  It's basically like an online photo album with some short captions to go along with pictures.  So enjoy the view---out the window...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112074644109217967?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112074644109217967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112074644109217967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112074644109217967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112074644109217967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11334522.post-112075221100978078</id><published>2005-07-08T17:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:17:57.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1145.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1141.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my kitchen complete with one burner, 5 bowls, small sink, tiny fridge that I don't use, and tiny toaster thing that burns my food:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1140.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my bathroom.  my toilet has a seat warmer which is really the only thing i required for my apartment. this summer i won't use it, but come winter time i'll be sorry for those without a "already-been-sat-on" feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1142.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower/bath room&lt;br /&gt;this room is about 4 ft x 4 ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_1143.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sink/get ready area the size of this room is the same as my shower room. i spin in my apartment rather than walk around:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_0606.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shelves.  exciting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_0605.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/lalmouse/IMG_0603.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11334522-112075221100978078?l=whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/feeds/112075221100978078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11334522&amp;postID=112075221100978078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112075221100978078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11334522/posts/default/112075221100978078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereamiwhereami.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-my-front-door-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341201963300384800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
