<?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-25221694</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:08:06.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon lover extraordinaire</title><subtitle type='html'>Part autobiography, part venting page, part "kooky kitty", part strangeness, all me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-5566661113797421206</id><published>2007-04-25T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:26:43.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at titles</title><content type='html'>I'm really not as good at keeping this blog as I was hoping I'd be when I started, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is mumbling and babbling over the baby monitor as I type, but it hasn't become an all-out screech for food yet, so she's still waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I've been feeling rather bored with all my typical pastimes lately. I could just be overtired again, but I really don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I'll figure myself out sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-5566661113797421206?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/5566661113797421206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=5566661113797421206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/5566661113797421206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/5566661113797421206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-suck-at-titles.html' title='I suck at titles'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-7434150529302512291</id><published>2007-03-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:41:42.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>Don't have much to say at this point, but I wanted to put something up, since I haven't had anything to say here since AUGUST last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading mine and Steven's baby blog at &lt;a href="http://www.ohboy-orgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ohboy-orgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-7434150529302512291?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/7434150529302512291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=7434150529302512291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/7434150529302512291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/7434150529302512291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAAACK!'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-115327589854086476</id><published>2006-07-18T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:24:59.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I ache</title><content type='html'>Not gonna say much, but I have to admit I enjoy having these blogs to write or vent in.  I haven't updated this one very recently, so I thought I should, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-115327589854086476?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/115327589854086476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=115327589854086476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115327589854086476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115327589854086476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ache.html' title='I ache'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-115249940904644011</id><published>2006-07-09T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:43:29.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This will explain quite a bit I think</title><content type='html'>If you're interested at all in hearing about mine and my husband's joint effort, check out &lt;a href="http://ohboy-orgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;our real-life joint efforts&lt;/a&gt;.  This blog will be following the next nine months or so of our lives, including my mood-swing venting and Steven's anxiety attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-115249940904644011?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/115249940904644011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=115249940904644011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115249940904644011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115249940904644011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-will-explain-quite-bit-i-think.html' title='This will explain quite a bit I think'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-115231601186314147</id><published>2006-07-07T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:54:16.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm melting!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I really am! Especially with the heat wave we've been getting for the last two weeks! Sheesh. Edmonton usually gets its week of summer sometime in August, not for most of June and July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to many reports, friends, doctors and (tomorrow) a blood test, Steven and I will be expecting our first child! If I am pregnant (and all the signs point to a positive on that) we'll be having our first baby in March sometime! Or thereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being two weeks late has pretty much put paid to the pregnancy being fact, because anything else that can cause your period to stop for two weeks &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; it being extremely serious and painful is the next thing to non-existant! Not that a pregnancy isn't serious, but I've heard from reliable sources that unless something is very wrong, the only pain is the labour and subsequent delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven is hoping for a boy, but I don't know what I want to have first, a boy or a girl. I consider everything I know about my side of the family and how all the women's pregnancies went, and I'll likely have a boy first, because with my grandparents on both sides, they ALL came from boy-first families. Then my parents both came from girl-first families. Now my oldest brother has two little girls of his own, and he's the first boy. Now, I'm the first girl, so according to the family trend, I'll have a boy first. This is all speculation, mind. It's all up to the Lord and what He decides our household needs to have first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I'm just happy to be able to live up to one of my VERY-long-term daydreams, and finally become a mother! I don't know what kind of mother I'll make, but I hope to be a righteous and uplifting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, that actually reminded me of an on-going debate I've been hearing a lot about lately. People apparently still consider women in the workforce to be negligible and, in the cases of some women in power, even laughable. I say Kudos to those women for working up to their positions! More often than not, they've meritted it! Personally, I'm proud of being a strong woman, and being able to be a mother, but that doesn't mean that I'm superior to everyone else. Nor am I saying that I'm inferior to everyone else. No, in this day and age, especially with my husband Steven, I am superior in some things, inferior in others, and the rest (majority) of the time, we are partners. I just don't understand how some people can take that and screw the heck out of it to put someone else down. Is it a power-trip thing? Wanting leverage over someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's another thing: Being male or female does not make you better or worse at something. Yes, only women can get pregnant, and only men can get prostate cancer, but that's just what makes us seperate from eachother. That's how we &lt;strong&gt;balance&lt;/strong&gt; eachother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my upbringing was really weird for me to have this kind of outlook, but I just don't understand why people decide they have to shout louder to convince everyone else that they are the only ones that are right, and everyone else is wrong? PLEASE, people! My ears ache from all the lung room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know WHERE that last came from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-115231601186314147?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/115231601186314147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=115231601186314147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115231601186314147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115231601186314147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-melting.html' title='I&apos;m melting!'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-115164410725365139</id><published>2006-06-29T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:10:16.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone else remember 'Hyper-colour'?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I do, but I was only, like, &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; when it was popular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven figures he's way too old now, because he DOES remember &lt;a href="http://www.vipercomics.com/webComics/yht/archives.asp?strip_id=399"&gt;Hyper-colour&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, hotdogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to talk about besides that. Oh, I bought myself some nice shorts at work today (mostly because I don't have any) and they're really getting nice and modest again. I prefer not showing much above my kneecaps, thank you very much. I also got some really nice capris from Cotton Ginny yesterday. Very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I needed them. We hit over 32 degrees Celsius on Wednesday! It was cooler today, but not by much. The most popular places in the city right now are City Hall, and the Legislature Building and grounds. Why? They both have open-to-the-public wading pools and fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuf said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-115164410725365139?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/115164410725365139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=115164410725365139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115164410725365139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115164410725365139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/06/does-anyone-else-remember-hyper-colour.html' title='Does anyone else remember &apos;Hyper-colour&apos;?'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-115042179280458891</id><published>2006-06-15T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:36:32.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love getting caught in the rain</title><content type='html'>So long as I'm not wearing white, or a wrap skirt and sandals.  That was last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been getting heavy monsoon weather this week, and today it came to a head.  Again.  Every few minutes it sounds like someone turned on a faucet.  I like rain, and it is wonderful for the farms outside the cities and towns hereabouts, but riding your bike home through waterfalls under a solid dark-grey sky does have its drawbacks.  Especially when you're wearing denim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of denim, I just got myself a really sweet denim outfit from work!  And because it's an outfit, I can wear it TO work!  I much prefer unpacking stock in jeans rather than my good business pants.  I can wear skirts, but they tend to get stepped on and stuck on or around stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that faucet sound again.  HOLY COW!  I can't see out the window!  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven should be home soon, but I really need to go do some laundry.  Especially since our soaked clothes are also muddy. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-115042179280458891?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/115042179280458891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=115042179280458891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115042179280458891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/115042179280458891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-getting-caught-in-rain.html' title='I love getting caught in the rain'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114974173540897513</id><published>2006-06-07T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:42:15.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritation is a state of life</title><content type='html'>Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was opening and closing by myself at work today. Well, actually there were other girls there as well, but I was the only one there who knew how to use the computer to open and close. I was so nervous that I would do something wrong that I couldn't swallow for half an hour. As it turns out, I actually did a nearly flawless opening and closing. The only real disappointment was the sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we made some sales today, but I'm kinda glad I'm not a manager, or assistant manager. They have so much to do, and I respect the person who can do that much!  But that person is not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114974173540897513?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114974173540897513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114974173540897513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114974173540897513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114974173540897513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/06/irritation-is-state-of-life.html' title='Irritation is a state of life'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114876957700042194</id><published>2006-05-27T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:39:37.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting side note here</title><content type='html'>I recently found out on a webcomic chat board I frequent that another of the comic readers is an avid reader of Mercedes Lackey's works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my most favourite authors in the history of ever, and I own almost her entire line of novels, including most of her "Heralds of Valdemar" books, and all (so far) of her "Elemental Mages" novels.  The latter are by far my favourites, especially since they take place during my favourite historical era and 're-create', if you will, classic fairytales set to magic in modern times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't guessed it yet, I am a seriously addicted fantasy fanatic.  Hence I am the Dragon Lover Extraordinaire, besides loving unicorns, gryphons, minotaurs, cat people, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a Furry and an Anthro.  Hee hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114876957700042194?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114876957700042194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114876957700042194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114876957700042194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114876957700042194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-side-note-here.html' title='Interesting side note here'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114869376142321457</id><published>2006-05-26T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:57:48.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet hurt</title><content type='html'>Five days straight of working from approximately 9:30 am to 6:00 pm MST, 95% of which is on my feet, and I am BEAT. I feel sorry for the people who do this SEVEN days a week! Owiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven. My husband. MAN, I love saying that! He's been such a sweetheart. Still is, too. I am so glad I have him, and I've been told by several people that they hope and wish that they will find someone for themselves as sweet and kind and loving as my Steven. I truly do love him, and I tell him that every time we talk to each other. Recently he's been a little stressed and down, especially when he got fired from his job after two days, but he's always been there for me, and I promised him that I would always be there for him too. A couple of nights ago, he couldn't sleep, and he didn't want to wake me up, but I woke up to get a drink, and I stayed up afterwards to comfort him, because he needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually kinda fragile in some ways right now. Ever since May 16, 2005, he's been trying to get his life back on track. To an extent, he has, except that now he has to take medications, but he's still trying to cope with the fact that he has Bi-Polar Disorder. I have Depression, myself, so I can relate to a certain extent, more than a lot of other people, but he's still very tender and raw in certain ways. Especially emotionally. He's not used to his emotions welling over at any instance given a certain cause. Stress seems to be a big part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I can exercise some of my rare talents to help him along his way through life. Being his wife, sealed for time and all eternity in the Lord's Holy Temple, is the best thing I could do for him right now. And him being my husband is the best thing he could do for me now. And once children enter the equation, we will love each other all the more, because we will have children to share our love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114869376142321457?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114869376142321457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114869376142321457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114869376142321457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114869376142321457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-feet-hurt.html' title='My feet hurt'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114782753881201685</id><published>2006-05-16T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:58:58.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shishkabob, I'm tired</title><content type='html'>What's to say?  The title says everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was helping yesterday and today (and probably tomorrow, too) with setting up a new store downtown from where I live.  My feet hurt, my fingers feel very thick and clumsy, I'm grubby from all the dust and boxes, and I'm going to go and have some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114782753881201685?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114782753881201685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114782753881201685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114782753881201685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114782753881201685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/holy-shishkabob-im-tired.html' title='Holy shishkabob, I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114723448909653418</id><published>2006-05-09T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:20:11.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh, that's funny...</title><content type='html'>I'll post something else in a minute, but I just thought of something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the word &lt;em&gt;abbreviation&lt;/em&gt; so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114723448909653418?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114723448909653418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114723448909653418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114723448909653418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114723448909653418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/huh-thats-funny.html' title='Huh, that&apos;s funny...'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114723441927059908</id><published>2006-05-09T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:17:33.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the loose!</title><content type='html'>I think I scared some of my co-workers today. I was getting a little bored because there were no customers in the store, and there was nothing to do, so I started tying knots in things. Not clothing or anything not mine, but I would find these little plastic slings that we use to put price tags on clothes, and I would tie knots in them. Not the easiest talent to exercise, mind. After I did this three or four times, I got to talking about psychology with one co-worker, and the fact that there is literally no such thing as a completely sane person. Completely sane, I said. We all try to remain san&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;, but none of us is ever &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; sane. Huh. That'd be something to see, a &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; sane person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for scaring her, I didn't really, just kinda startled her for a minute. I was rambling to myself in the suit section, and she overheard me. I stopped when she asked me what I was talking about, then I proceeded to tell her that I was always the first person to let you know that I'm nuttier than a fruit bat. Well, okay, I'm tied for the first person to let you know, because Steven sometimes beats me in mentioning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours recently started dating again, and I couldn't be happier for him. We met his new girlfriend Sunday night when we had them both over for supper (they brought chicken!) and I think that he will be very happy with her, because she felt and seemed like a really sweet girl, not to mention intelligent and very fun to be around! He spends more time at her place than he does in his own house (which he shares with about six other guys), and I remember that stage of mine and Steven's relationship. We spent more time talking to each other and sending emails to each other than we did talking to our families! Of course, I was down in Red Deer at the time, and he was still in Edmonton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blegh. I'm rambling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think things will finally look UP for a while, instead of going &lt;a href="http://mathworld.wolfram.com/Gyroid.html"&gt;fractal&lt;/a&gt;.  (Note: for those of you who actually know what a fractal looks like, I know this isn't really a fractal image, but it was the only one I could link without my computer spazzing on me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114723441927059908?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114723441927059908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114723441927059908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114723441927059908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114723441927059908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-on-loose.html' title='I&apos;m on the loose!'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114671953088853435</id><published>2006-05-03T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:12:10.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No noose is good noose</title><content type='html'>If you know what movie I was quoting there, extra credit to you! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got nothing really. A friend of ours who recently got married in December just moved south, I'm not sure where, but he said he would contact us when he's settled, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is blazing through 1984 by George Orwell, and he's flipping out, because he's liking it so much. I haven't finished it myself, but what little I can remember was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that actually rivals that is the movie &lt;em&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/em&gt;. I loved that movie! I still love that movie! I must have it on DVD the minute it comes out! Widescreen! Surround Sound! Extra Features! GLEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm now. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/1600/Tribute%20to%20Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/320/Tribute%20to%20Mom.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this for my mother for Christmas . . . last year?  Or was it the year before?  Either way, my oldest brother wanted to put together this scrapbook as a tribute to her, and instead of writing something out, I drew this.  And coloured it.  I still think it would've worked better if I'd done it with white crayons on black paper.  But I didn't have any, so I made do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.  I know Mom did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should dig out some of my silhouettes and scan them on here.  I've done some really neat stuff over the years, and most of it has been freehand.  I even have some designs for superheroes, and a couple of my story characters fleshed out, too.  Hmm.  I'll have to go excavating. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114671953088853435?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114671953088853435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114671953088853435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114671953088853435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114671953088853435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-noose-is-good-noose.html' title='No noose is good noose'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114649810809127424</id><published>2006-05-01T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:52:55.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got summat to say</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://gorillamask.net/mariolive.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; linked from a comic my hubby and I read, and I HAD to link it myself! (YAY! I can link all by myself!!) I grew up with Super Mario Bros. (I just dated myself there) and I thought this was hilarious! I also know about &lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/nintendothemesacappella"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; from a while ago, and I thought it was good, such to the point that I've found myself singing the same stuff at various intervals throughout my life since! I didn't recognize the Doctor Mario stuff, but Steven did. I got everything else though. Hee hee hee hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was AWESOME! We actually held a surprise anniversary party for my parents! They'd been thinking of going on a cruise or something to get away for some "alone time", but then my brother and sister-in-law started up this whole thing of a surprise party, and MAN! it went well! Mom and Dad both thought that they were going to "something" for my little sister's "grad", and that they were dropping my little brother off at a "rehearsal" beforehand, and then he said they should come inside and see the "set". Mom actually recognized people through the door before we could shout out "Happy Anniversary!" but when we did, she was floored! Dad wasn't terribly surprised, but then, not much surprises Dad these days. But we all still had fun! Aunt June was the social butterfly again. She's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; the social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Steven just started training for one of his (multiple) jobs this summer. He's gonna be an ennumerator for the Edmonton Census! I still don't have a clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No art to put up this time around, and is it just me, or does this post look and sound like it was written by a twelve-year-old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114649810809127424?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114649810809127424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114649810809127424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114649810809127424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114649810809127424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-summat-to-say.html' title='Got summat to say'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114568270021446747</id><published>2006-04-21T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:12:15.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially 23!</title><content type='html'>It's kinda funny, but being 23 is not all that different from being 22.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*shrug* Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday yesterday, and it was one of the funnest. The best was my 20th, when Steven proposed to me, but this year's was the funnest. Steven and I went bike-riding all around the city, he bought me some DVDs that I've wanted for a while, we had some lunch together, rode bikes some more, then went home and changed for supper out at Co Co Di's, a nice little Mediterannean-style restaurant downtown from where we live. It was awesome! We got some coupons for free food there (I'm still not entirely sure how), and since it was my birthday, they surprised us with some free baklava! &lt;em&gt;Lebanese&lt;/em&gt; baklava! Oooh, boy, I almost melted with ecstasy right then and there! And they also had &lt;em&gt;strawberry juice&lt;/em&gt;! I LOVE my stawberries, and Steven was the one to catch that they had it! *Giggles uncontrollably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, not much going on. I had work again, and I just recently found out that the woman I was subbing in for as Service Coordinator is feeling better now, and is coming back in on Monday! They still want me to stick around though, so I'm not fired (thank heaven!), but I'm gonna have to do some more selling now. Blargh. Hopefully, once the new Downtown store opens, I'll be able to transfer out there. It would be a MUCH shorter commute and easier to get home again, too. Not to mention being more centralized to get ANYWHERE in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be interesting and fun at the same time. I can't say what will be happening, because they may find out and read it here, but it's gonna be good. I'll tell you later. Something I CAN tell you is that Steven and I are volunteering at Telus World of Science Edmonton again! It's only gonna be a short shift, but they need all the people they can get most weekends. Lots and lots of kids. Amazingly enough, it's remarkably easy to control the kids in the science center, since most of the displays are interactive. It's really sweet watching kids' faces change when you tell them something interesting or show them something different. It's definitely worth any and all time spent chasing them around, trying to keep them from destroying something (kidding!) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Steven has food ready, so I'm gonna go eat now. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114568270021446747?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114568270021446747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114568270021446747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114568270021446747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114568270021446747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-officially-23_21.html' title='I am officially 23!'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114514600991504895</id><published>2006-04-15T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:06:49.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity is a spice of life</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me;  I just thought it would grab your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven and I volunteered at Telus World of Science Edmonton today.  It's always so much fun there, with the travelling galleries and the discovery zones.  Not to mention all the various 'moving' interactive shows that they put on every now and again.  Steven was in charge of this one where you learn about different birds' eggs.  The ostrich egg was easy, but I had no idea that crow eggs were greenish with brown spots!  I did know about some of the others, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday next Thursday, so my family wants to get together tomorrow to celebrate.  It's gonna be outside the city itself, but I'm looking forward to it!  I mean, it's not every day that you turn 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is reading &lt;em&gt;Xenocide&lt;/em&gt; by Orson Scott Card right now.  He hasn't read it in a while, so when I got it for him, he was relatively speechless.  And occasionally, he stops and reads something out loud to me.  It's so endearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on going to see "Nanny McPhee" at the cheap theatre tonight.  I almost always love those hokey (semi)fantasy movies.  That plus I really admire Emma Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh.  Time te go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114514600991504895?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114514600991504895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114514600991504895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114514600991504895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114514600991504895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/intensity-is-spice-of-life.html' title='Intensity is a spice of life'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114481155625443534</id><published>2006-04-11T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:08:18.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought emotional crises were for the young...</title><content type='html'>Had an interesting night last night. Both Steven and I were so stressed out about absolutely EVERYTHING that neither of us could sleep at all! We got to talking about a lot of interesting things and ideas. It helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much happened today. I had to process 34 friggin' bags yesterday that were to be shipped out east today! And not only that, but our delivery was late, so I didn't have anything to do for the more part of the morning. They keep saying "Keep busy", but it's kinda hard to do when you've done everything already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this book by John Ringo called &lt;em&gt;There Will Be Dragons&lt;/em&gt;, and aside from the language and slightly explicit behaviour of half the charaters, I really like it. One wish of mine that I've had for as long as I can remember was that I wanted to either ride a dragon, or be one. Mostly be one. In this book, that was not only possible, but there was an entire race of dragon-people, and you could change your physiology whenever and however you wanted to! The forty-first century sounds intriguing to say the least. Bast is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is coming up this weekend, and because of that, I have Friday off. No deliveries till next week (YAY!). Hopefully Steven and I will be able to get away by ourselves for a day or two. Sigh. I haven't had a vacation since LAST spring. Neither has Steven. We could seriously use one right about now. We just need a vehicle . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven and I were hoping to get pregnant sometime soon after our first wedding anniversary, but that fell through the floor. Now, I'm kinda glad we don't have children yet, because we're both so worn out from trying to keep up with Steven's school and my work, that we would do a great disservice to any kids by ignoring them. I would never forgive myself if I did that to my kids. That was something I kinda learned on the sidelines of being raised by my parents: They may have had stuff that they needed to do, but if you had a question or needed a hug or ANYTHING, they were willing to drop ANYTHING and talk for a bit. Many (not all, but many) parents nowadays don't really do that much. Or so I've noticed, but that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tired now. Gonna go greet my husband and tell him I love him all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114481155625443534?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114481155625443534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114481155625443534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114481155625443534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114481155625443534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-thought-emotional-crises-were-for.html' title='I thought emotional crises were for the young...'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114463870428633903</id><published>2006-04-09T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:11:44.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while, eh?</title><content type='html'>My weekends are always insane.  But then, I probably wouldn't have remembereed that I had time tonite to come here if Steven hadn't told me.  For a person with a photographic memory, I don't remember things very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the time when I mention that photographic memory and perfect/total recall are two VERY different things . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theatre, they say that the worse the dress rehearsal is, the better the first performance will be.  Well, I'm in choir at the Institute here in Edmonton, and if that saying was the only indication for how good our choir performance was yesterday compared to our rehearsal Thursday, we should've been translated!  As it goes, though, we did a very good job!  Our conductor, Sister Landreth, was very happy with us!  We followed all the dynamics, did exactly the right inflections and wording... she was all-around pleased!  I'm still getting over my nerves of trying my best.  That's the thing about me:  I get my "battle nerves" AFTER the fact.  Call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is studying for an exam he has tomorrow night.  He's a little stressed out right now, but at least he's not failing this course like he was failing one last year.  I'm really proud of him actually.  Even the calsses he absolutely hates without question, he's stuck through and finished.  More than can be said for me.  I was so sick and tired of my classes in Red Deer, I just wanted it over and done with;  I didn't care if I passed or not, cuz I already had the skills I wanted out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bittersweet memory is flanked by a much better one though:  Two days after I got home from Red Deer, Steven proposed to me!  It was Easter Sunday and my birthday, so I was absolutely over the moon!  I was fighting off a cold when he did, so when he got down on one knee, my throat constricted to the point that I couldn't speak!  When he asked if I would marry him, I was trying REALLY hard to talk, but he couldn't see me nodding, so I managed to squeak out a faint "Yes!"  I literally squeaked!  And it took my mom TWO HOURS to notice my ring at supper that evening!  When she finally did, she screamed, just like I knew she would.  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Steven and I got to meet up with my parents at the Royal Alberta Museum.  We were going to see my little brother perform as Laman in the "Liken The Scriptures" play being put on there that night.  It was the story of Nephi and Laban, and how Nephi did what the Lord commanded him to do, even if it was hard.  Laman was Nephi's oldest brother, which was kinda funny, because Tristan (my little brother) was actually younger than almost everyone in the play except for the kids!  He wasn't allowed to do his own makeup, so he was a little sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in my family will you find the guys know as much about makeup as the girls do, have AND wear their own tights, and are more fastidious with doing their own dressing and makeup than the girls!  That was one thing that my parents loved about Steven:  We got him dressed up for a "Medieval Feast" we were holding for the New Year, and he STAYED!  We didn't have any extra tights to put him in, but we did have some 'peasant pants', and he stayed fot the whole thing!  My mom knew he was the guy for me, and I agreed!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now.  I think I'll go play some games to relax before bed.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114463870428633903?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114463870428633903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114463870428633903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114463870428633903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114463870428633903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-while-eh.html' title='Been a while, eh?'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114429248555667949</id><published>2006-04-05T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:01:25.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big day today</title><content type='html'>I was on my feet all day today, so I'm just glad to be sitting down now. I was in charge of price reductions, and so I got to know the store VERY well throughout the course of the day. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with an old high school friend of mine. She's in class right now, but she has a laptop, so no worries. I wouldn't mind having a laptop, but I wouldn't use it for much besides gaming, chat and blogging. If that. She's taking some computer courses, and apparently doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another picture here that I drew the other day. He's not quite done, but I didn't really have any ideas for finishing him, so I thought I'd show him to you. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/1600/dewlap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/320/dewlap.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steven likes him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent, I feel like my mind is unravelling.  I have all theses ideas and images and feelings crammed in my skull just burning to get out, and I can't even begin to sort them out into a cohesive frame.  I have really wild and weird dreams most nights.  I've written stories based on a few of them, but they haven't gotten anywhere yet.  Most of them are still "in process".  I have this one where there are families, in modern society, with ancient abilities to shapeshift into different animals, including some thought only to be mythical or imaginary.  The main character is an albino, and she alone, in her entire family and clan, cannot shapeshift.  I know where I want to go with it, I just don't know how to get there yet.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been considering taking some language courses for the last little while, but I want to wait and see how Steven does with the rest of his schooling first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm about dried up for origianl speech now.  I'm gonna go eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114429248555667949?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114429248555667949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114429248555667949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114429248555667949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114429248555667949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-day-today.html' title='Big day today'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114420784773612296</id><published>2006-04-04T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:30:47.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got lots of sugar today!</title><content type='html'>Of all places to get it, I got it at work too.  I absolutely love Rockets to death!  I find it kinda funny that Americans call them Smarties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours wants me to make him a Hallowe'en costume.  It's April, and he's already thinking Hallowe'en!  The crazy thing is, I'm the same way. I'm ALWAYS thinking of new ideas for costumes, how I'd make them, and where I'd wear them, and stuff like that.  I actually have some of my designs with me, but I can't put them online right now.  I'm not as confident with the scanner as Steven is.  Maybe tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend is bringing some pizza crusts with him so that we can have an impromptu pizza party.  Either that, or he just loves my home-made pizza sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should wake Steven up so we can eat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114420784773612296?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114420784773612296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114420784773612296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114420784773612296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114420784773612296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-lots-of-sugar-today.html' title='I got lots of sugar today!'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114411760376947333</id><published>2006-04-03T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:26:43.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang my knee aches</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I did to it but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was a pain again.  I don't know why, but I've been getting more and more irritated with my job lately.  Can't quite pinpoint why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I would absolutely LOOOOVE to do is start up my own webcomic.  However, that requires two things: Time and money.  Neither of which I have.  And since Steven and I trying to start a family sometime in the very near future, we'll have even less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of much else that I want to write about.  I'll post another picture sometime soon, but not today.  I'm tired, cranky, my head and knee both hurt like demons poking me, and I just want a bath and bed, preferably with my husband to cuddle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I MEAN 'cuddle', not anything shaded into that or in substitution of that, just 'Cuddle'.  Growf.  I'm gonna go get some food, or I might start chewing on the monitor.  Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114411760376947333?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114411760376947333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114411760376947333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114411760376947333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114411760376947333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/dang-my-knee-aches.html' title='Dang my knee aches'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114403431130248558</id><published>2006-04-02T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:20:27.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of mine</title><content type='html'>It's interesting what having a job can do to your life. You lose sleep, time, money (in my case anyway) and sometimes sanity. But then, I never claimed to be sane, so that last is moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 5:30 this afternoon, and just vegged on the computer. I like to play computer games (as I said last time) and there's quite a few out there worth playing. I'm partial to word games and puzzles, but I like to go for the occasional strategy or action game. And believe it or not, I actually enjoyed playing &lt;em&gt;Doom II&lt;/em&gt; when I was younger. Don't let my mom know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of my older drawings that I made when I got bored in church a few months ago. My husband actually encouraged me to make them, because he didn't want me to pick my fingers so much. Here's a couple.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/1600/Chobar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/320/Chobar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6180/2631/320/D%27thil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue one is called Chobar (don't ask) and it was Steven's idea to colour him blue with red highlights. Personally, I'm rather proud of how his 'armour' turned out.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right is called D'thil (because I said so, that's why!) and he's loosely based on some runner dinosaurs I saw some pictures of once upon a time. You definitely don't want to ride this beastie: His spine is so prominent and sharp it leaves ridges when he scratches his back on a rock!&lt;br /&gt;I have some other pictures hiding somewhere in our No Man's Land of an apartment, so maybe I'll post some more pix as I go. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think. And before anyone asks, yes I drew these, no I did not copy anything, and yes they ALL come out of my imagination, which is seriously in need of an overhaul. Grrff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this is great stress relief for me. I was about ready to bite someone at work this afternoon, but she went home before I got the chance. Now I'm home with my husband, and I feel so much better. Not to mention that I get to be as weird as I want with this blog, and no one will look at me funny. Or if you do look at me funny, I'll never know and probably laugh at me too. Did I mention that I like to draw dragons and dragon-creatures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25221694-114403431130248558?l=drake-lover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/feeds/114403431130248558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25221694&amp;postID=114403431130248558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114403431130248558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25221694/posts/default/114403431130248558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drake-lover.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-of-mine.html' title='Some of mine'/><author><name>White Raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126107218754821730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4924/2607/1600/Caitlin%20Pose001.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25221694.post-114396183312913459</id><published>2006-04-01T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:10:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so this button does...</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing a lot about these weblogs, and I finally got one.  Maybe I'll keep it longer than my paper journal...&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'm actually okay on the computer.  Don't start talking RAM or graphics cards with me though, cuz I just know what they are, not any of their stats or whatever.  No, my knowledge lies more in the realm of interesting but completely useless information.  For example, it is illegal to marry your cow in California.  Interesting, weird, and completely useless.  Hence my family calls me Captain Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;I like to draw dragons.  I'll draw other stuff too, but primarily dragons.  Or anthros.  I've turned my husband into a catguy, and myself into an eagle woman on a couple of occasions.  (Yes, I'm married.)  I really like to do silhouettes too.  Maybe once I figure out how, I'll post some of my drawings here.&lt;br /&gt;Just as a warning, I tend to ramble.  Especially when I'm writing.  Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  My brain is fried, so I think I'll just sign off now.  Nice talking to you.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin a.k.a. 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