<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:12:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mosaic Life</title><description></description><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com</link><managingEditor>Brandon W</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>15</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116731768202553897</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-28T09:54:42.053-05:00</atom:updated><title>20 Years and 2 Months Later</title><atom:summary type='text'>While browsing for Santa pictures over the weekend, I came across this little gem:


This is a picture from my 4 year birthday party. Like the Raggedy Ann cake? This picture is a great representation of my general personality as a kid. I was shy, but I had a mean streak. I loved, loved, loved to pinch (still do). And my facial expressions were quite expressive, which, as those who know me will </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/20-years-and-2-months-later.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116725190794133915</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-27T15:47:19.766-05:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Monkeys</title><atom:summary type='text'>A coworker has a 4-year-old daughter that just experienced her first "real" Christmas. You know, where she's old enough to understand the concept of Santa and getting lots of stuff because a fat guy feels generous once a year. Anyway, she's already starting to doubt the logic of St. Nick and is asking questions. 

Q: How come the Santa on tv doesn't look like the Santa at the mall?
A: Well, it's </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/christmas-monkeys.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116700035763488753</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-26T11:09:08.943-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas</title><atom:summary type='text'>In the holiday spirit, I thought I would share a picture of me when I was a kid, sitting on Santa's lap, screaming and looking horrified. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the one I was looking for. In its stead, I thought I'd share this.

Here's my sister, Brandi, (left) and I (right) on Santa's lap. As you can see, I don't look horrified in the least. My sister, however, appears a bit apprehensive</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116714741312539245</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-26T10:36:53.210-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Day-After-Christmas</title><atom:summary type='text'>And it's over. Christmas is officially over. I'm back at work today, and I have to admit, this whole working the week after Christmas thing feels a little like everyone has gone on summer vacation, and I have summer school. Don't get me wrong. I'm very thankful that I have a job, and making money is sweet. But so is lazying around and playing with the new camera that Brandon and I gave ourselves </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/merry-day-after-christmas.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116680884608647422</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T12:34:06.106-05:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Judge Me, Yo</title><atom:summary type='text'>You remember that fear I have? The one that's totally silly because really, it's not like Jupiter is gonna come after me? Well because of that irrational fear, this article is like a horror story. Stars dying, the fate of our own solar system... Scary, scary, scary, and also? SCARY.</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/dont-judge-me-yo.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116673544431061760</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-21T16:19:22.783-05:00</atom:updated><title>Then She Blogged About It</title><atom:summary type='text'>The receptionist is out today, so I'm at the front desk. A delivery guy came in and proceeded to narrate.

I open the door. She glances up from behind the moniter. She sees me. I place the package on the desk. I ask her to sign for it.

Here's what he missed: Her eyes widened slightly with fear, then she regained her composure and forced a smile. Even though she didn't find his narration amusing,</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/then-she-blogged-about-it.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116664407172871854</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-21T09:12:52.820-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bring Back Brows</title><atom:summary type='text'>Plucking eyebrows is an essential task for some of us. That's something we all can agree on. It's not really becoming on most girls to have eyebrows like old Frida here.


But I've noticed something that a few girls are doing that I want to try and nip in the bud. They're plucking their eyebrows practically bald. And then applying powder on their faces, erasing the memory of the shamed eyebrows </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/bring-back-brows.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116653666477605618</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-19T11:19:40.900-05:00</atom:updated><title>We're Not Unreasonable</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Dane pointed me to this seriously funny song by Jonathan Coulton called "Re: Your Brains." The song is not only catchy, but it's also a business-like and reasonable plea to open the door from a zombie to a coworker:

All we want to do is eat your brains
We’re not unreasonable, I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes...
I’ve got another meeting Tom, maybe we could wrap it up
I know we’ll get to </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/were-not-unreasonable.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116647555996401066</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-18T16:00:38.253-05:00</atom:updated><title>In Which I Gross You All Out</title><atom:summary type='text'>The following might be considered yucky, so if you're eating, you may want to pass. And stop eating in front of your computer, you internet addict.

I just got over a quick but nasty cold. It pounced on me Friday, and I spent the whole day snotting and running to the kitchen for more paper towels. I know, right? Why use paper towels? Use kleenex like a normal person. Well maybe I like scraping up</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/in-which-i-gross-you-all-out.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116621028836824080</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-15T14:19:49.926-05:00</atom:updated><title>Doggy Personals</title><atom:summary type='text'>My friend Eric has this awesome dog, Pupster (who I call Pugster). He's a great dog - friendly, sweet, not high strung or dangerous or anything. So I thought I'd do Puggy a favor and blog a personal ad for him, in case anyone with a cute sharpei happens across my site. 

Single tan male sharpei seeks female dog for companionship - and maybe more! Enjoys romantic dinners, sunday drives, and eating</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/doggy-personals.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116619801447469588</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-15T14:01:28.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>Advertising Shmadvertising</title><atom:summary type='text'>So, you know how I signed up for Review Me? I actually got another site, besides their own site, to review. That's right kiddies, I'm getting paid to write this. Sweet, huh?

The site I'm reviewing is HotelReservations.com. It seems pretty similar to Orbitz and Hotwire. You can search for hotels, vacation rentals, car rentals, and flights. You can search different countries as well, but the only </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/advertising-shmadvertising.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116615230612781127</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-15T08:52:51.126-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Real Question is "Why?"</title><atom:summary type='text'>A commercial for a new ER comes on.
"Oh my gosh, is that show still on?"
"No way. I thought that show ended a long time ago."

Is this everyone else's reaction too?</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/real-question-is-why.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116586165257090447</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-11T13:38:53.676-05:00</atom:updated><title>1 Holiday Party, 0 Meltdowns</title><atom:summary type='text'>So we had a holiday dinner party for my work yesterday. Usually I give myself a good 30 minutes before events such as these for freaking out, because that's how I am. I get all "I hate what I'm wearing, my makeup is sabotaging me on purpose, and that's it, I'm not going and you can't make me. And now I shall throw a fit worthy of a toddler." 

But this time I didn't. Maybe it's because I'm </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/1-holiday-party-0-meltdowns.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116560747004508095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-08T17:24:30.033-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bloated Santa vs. Out-of-Control Frosty</title><atom:summary type='text'>Apparently, it's cool to put inflatable Christmas figures on your yard these days. But I've seen quite a few houses this year where the yards have been overtaken by inflatable Santas, reindeer, snowmen, etc. And that gets a little bit tacky. Really, one inflatable Christmas figure is enough. And since Santa and Frosty are the main two big guys, I think it's inevitable that they will fight to win </atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/bloated-santa-vs-out-of-control-frosty.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791645/posts/summary/116544196375046814</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-08T11:31:09.296-05:00</atom:updated><title>You'll Shoot Your Eye Out</title><atom:summary type='text'>What's my opinion on guns? Well, seeing as how growing up, I was ALWAYS around them, I don't really have any problem with them. I have pictures of me holding a .22 rifle at a crazy-young age. My dad was a sniper in the Vietnam War, so he's always been really into shooting. So I learned gun safety at a young age. My dad's pretty much always had a rifle range of some sort on his land, so I got used</atom:summary><link>http://www.mosaiclife.com/2006/12/youll-shoot-your-eye-out.php</link><author>wendymarie@gmail.com (Wendy)</author></item></channel></rss>