<?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-6130233</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:53:26.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get In My Belly!</title><subtitle type='html'>What goes in...must come out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-1332625245859316502</id><published>2007-05-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:37:01.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finals are finally over, yay! But right after finals I had to start working, boo. I'm working at an environmental law firm in the OC. The people there are super nice and freakin hilarious. So I can offset sitting on my butt all day with all the laughs I get while at work. There's another law clerk that works with me, so we keep each other company when it gets slow. Even though work isn't horrible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1332625245859316502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=1332625245859316502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/1332625245859316502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/1332625245859316502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/05/finals-are-finally-over-yay-but-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-6107856496430954188</id><published>2007-04-05T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:54:45.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting in class for hours on end can get really boring. So for entertainment, Kevin likes to put his creativeness and photoshop skills to use. And here are the results... So this is what I would look like with Andrew's face...Hahaha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6107856496430954188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=6107856496430954188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/6107856496430954188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/6107856496430954188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sitting-in-class-for-hours-on-end-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPvSHJWv_sE/RhS4sEwxsoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7OgK4ncEXs/s72-c/funny+2+statement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-5108765990202926846</id><published>2007-04-02T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:31:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pictures from the weekend And he wonders why we call him "Gayson" Good times! Chowing down At Becky and Peter's wedding (Congratulations!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5108765990202926846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=5108765990202926846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/5108765990202926846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/5108765990202926846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-from-weekend-and-he-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPvSHJWv_sE/RhH0EpzLYbI/AAAAAAAAACA/A_g8GLUnzxc/s72-c/IMG_0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-1669721500476377684</id><published>2007-03-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:19:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently played Wii for the first time. It was sooo much fun! I played the tennis game and I totally rocked! I was never good at playing tennis for real, but this game makes me seriously think I can really play! I few more games with Wii and I think I'm ready to play for real. All I need is a tennis partner. Maybe my good old friend, Danny, will be up for it. =)Here's Danny, hot as ever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1669721500476377684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=1669721500476377684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/1669721500476377684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/1669721500476377684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-recently-played-wii-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPvSHJWv_sE/RfUL9HkOlpI/AAAAAAAAABE/ReyNBncbFXM/s72-c/DH+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-7788977381532227901</id><published>2007-02-12T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:12:22.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer came with these "sample" pictures...so random. Who ARE these people???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7788977381532227901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=7788977381532227901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/7788977381532227901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/7788977381532227901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-computer-came-with-these-sample.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPvSHJWv_sE/RdFlwqhgzqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gPbJY3aCj40/s72-c/Sample_Picture09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-117048848528861814</id><published>2007-02-02T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:41:25.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/117048848528861814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=117048848528861814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/117048848528861814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/117048848528861814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-reality-has-way-of-sneaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-116986761198634416</id><published>2007-01-26T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:13:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently watched a Korean drama called "My Name is Kim Sam Soon". It was funny, but the highlight of the entire drama is DANIEL HENNEY....delicious....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116986761198634416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=116986761198634416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116986761198634416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116986761198634416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-recently-watched-korean-drama-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-116918855173722336</id><published>2007-01-18T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:35:51.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> GOOD TIMES =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116918855173722336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=116918855173722336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116918855173722336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116918855173722336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-116788756751522708</id><published>2007-01-03T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:12:47.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katie's wedding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/116788756751522708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=116788756751522708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116788756751522708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/116788756751522708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/katies-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-115301501962808608</id><published>2006-07-15T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:56:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I got back from my awesome weekend up north I noticed that I was breaking out in hives all over my thighs and arms. I have no idea what caused it but a week has gone by and I still have hives! I've tried everything...benadryl, claratin for hives, calamine lotion, cortaid....nothing works....it's even getting worse! The worst part is that it's freakin hot here and I can't wear shorts because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/115301501962808608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=115301501962808608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115301501962808608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115301501962808608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-got-back-from-my-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-115256200502547637</id><published>2006-07-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:06:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pics from Napa with the girls Chris doing her supermodel poseCheers! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/115256200502547637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=115256200502547637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115256200502547637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115256200502547637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/07/pics-from-napa-with-girls-chris-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-115256018979054757</id><published>2006-07-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:41:17.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much has happened in the last couple of months! Well, actually not really. My life isn't all that exciting so when more than one thing happens, it's a lot =P So here's a brief summary:1. I survived my first year of law school!2. I'm working at the Orange County Public Defender's Office for the summer.3. My parents are moving up north to El Dorado Hills (so random).4. I have to look for a place</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/115256018979054757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=115256018979054757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115256018979054757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/115256018979054757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-has-happened-in-last-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114671680400212981</id><published>2006-05-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:26:44.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 down 4 to go! Is it May 12 yet???? I can't believe I have 9 more days left of this hell called law school =(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114671680400212981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114671680400212981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114671680400212981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114671680400212981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-down-4-to-go-is-it-may-12-yet-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114361769382516536</id><published>2006-03-28T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:34:53.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WANTED: Seeking a babysitter for a 25 year old law student who has extreme difficulty concentrating on her studies and has a frequent tendency to wander. Warning: She is crafty and will use excuses such as "I just want to see if anything new to eat magically appeared in the kitchen" to avoid studying.  Applications will be accepted immediately. Monetary compensation cannot be provided. However, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114361769382516536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114361769382516536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114361769382516536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114361769382516536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/wanted-seeking-babysitter-for-25-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114343679020949340</id><published>2006-03-26T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:22:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Congratulations Isabel! Chris and I pigging out at Isabel's bridal shower.Happy birthday, Chris!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114343679020949340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114343679020949340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114343679020949340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114343679020949340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations-isabel-chris-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114284475698623949</id><published>2006-03-20T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:57:27.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently listening to: The FrayCheck them out! http://www.thefray.net/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114284475698623949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114284475698623949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114284475698623949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114284475698623949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/currently-listening-to-fray-check-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114261406640460733</id><published>2006-03-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:49:34.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Chris just taught me the easy way to post pics! So here are some more random pictures...  Peek - a - boo!  New Year's Eve Kathleen, Me, Kenneth Gayson with the hot girls at Janice and Billy's wedding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114261406640460733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114261406640460733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114261406640460733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114261406640460733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/chris-just-taught-me-easy-way-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114246188534109797</id><published>2006-03-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:31:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some pics of the law school crew:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114246188534109797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114246188534109797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114246188534109797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114246188534109797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-are-some-pics-of-law-school-crew.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-114246091870638623</id><published>2006-03-15T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:21:53.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm only posting something because I'm avoiding writing my appellate brief like the plague. I'm supposed to be on Spring Break but instead I'm re-living my undergrad memories at Cal's library in Main Stacks, Level D. The smell of the stale air and musty books is making me nauseous all over again...ah, the memories.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114246091870638623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=114246091870638623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114246091870638623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/114246091870638623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-only-posting-something-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113678099438415403</id><published>2006-01-08T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:29:54.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter break flew by...school starts tomorrow...so depressing =P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113678099438415403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113678099438415403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113678099438415403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113678099438415403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-break-flew-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113454315811238901</id><published>2005-12-13T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:52:38.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 down and 1 to go!!! These past three weeks have been the longest three weeks of my life...and it's still not over!!! One last final on Thursday...4:01pm and I'm FREE~!! (for 2 weeks). I haven't been sleeping much lately and I think it's taking its toll on my sanity. I study all day so that I have at least 6 hours to sleep. But when it comes time to sleeping, I just lay in bed thinking about all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113454315811238901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113454315811238901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113454315811238901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113454315811238901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-down-and-1-to-go-these-past-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113373623661183284</id><published>2005-12-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:43:56.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my civ pro paper back on Friday and as I was reading through the professor's comments, I caught a really embarassing typo. I meant to write "far" but ended up writing "fart". Surprisingly, that was the only typo I made in the entire 20 page paper.I'm totally avoiding studying for finals. My first final is on Tuesday!!! YIKES!!! But I can't seem to concentrate. When I think of "tort" I think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113373623661183284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113373623661183284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113373623661183284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113373623661183284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-my-civ-pro-paper-back-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113367594721652140</id><published>2005-12-03T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:59:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's really sad when the highlight of my day is going to class so I don't have to study during that time. But now classes are over and I'm stuck just studying for finals...sucks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113367594721652140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113367594721652140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113367594721652140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113367594721652140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-really-sad-when-highlight-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113135000919838829</id><published>2005-11-06T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:53:29.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope I've hit rock bottom. Things have to get better from here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113135000919838829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113135000919838829&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113135000919838829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113135000919838829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hope-ive-hit-rock-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-113072697558982629</id><published>2005-10-30T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:49:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to vary the locations of where I study. I used to study at the library but I've spent so much time there that the smell of the place makes me nauseous. Then I switched to studying at Starbucks. Every time I'd come home after studying, my clothes, bag, even my skin smelled like coffee. I used to love the smell of coffee, and now it's ruined. So now, I'm trying to study at home. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113072697558982629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=113072697558982629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113072697558982629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/113072697558982629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-trying-to-vary-locations-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112703199305785550</id><published>2005-09-18T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:26:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm deathly afraid of spiders (bugs in general, but mostly spiders). Last night, as I was about to sit on my bed to watch the second showing of Oprah, I saw a spider on my blanket! I totally freaked out so I had to hold a pillow to my mouth to mute my screams. I usually kill spiders by sucking them up with the vaccum, but the vaccum was in my parents' room and they were sleeping. So while I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112703199305785550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112703199305785550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112703199305785550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112703199305785550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-deathly-afraid-of-spiders-bugs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112649671298832931</id><published>2005-09-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:45:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went out to a bar on Friday night with some of my classmates. (Yes, I actually made some friends!) One of the girls that came out is from Canada and she asked me if it's normal for southern California girls to dress like strippers or hookers when they go out. I looked around the bar and I guess it is normal. I could've taken off half of my clothes and still be more covered than the girls there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112649671298832931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112649671298832931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112649671298832931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112649671298832931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-out-to-bar-on-friday-night-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112607912018064555</id><published>2005-09-07T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:45:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Embarcadero  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112607912018064555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112607912018064555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607912018064555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607912018064555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-embarcadero.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112607895050106441</id><published>2005-09-07T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:42:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got a new digital camera! Say ahhh!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112607895050106441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112607895050106441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607895050106441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607895050106441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-finally-got-new-digital-camera-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112607588441088661</id><published>2005-09-06T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:45:53.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been swept up in the tornado of law school and I've been spinning non-stop. I think I've studied more in these past few weeks of school than I did in my whole college career. Sometimes I seriously feel retarded because I'm staring at my book, I see the words, I'm reading reading the words, but nothing makes sense. I got called on in class last week for the first time and I felt like I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112607588441088661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112607588441088661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607588441088661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112607588441088661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-been-swept-up-in-tornado-of-law.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112383055201295200</id><published>2005-08-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:09:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding a new church.Going to a new church is like going to a new school in the middle of the school year. Everyone already has their own groups of friends. People stare at you like you just got dropped off by a UFO. Then the people who are nice enough (or brave enough) come up to you and you have the same conversation a million times: "where are you from?" "what do you do?" "oh really? do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112383055201295200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112383055201295200&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112383055201295200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112383055201295200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/finding-new-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112374802765629389</id><published>2005-08-11T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:13:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After all the anxiety of moving to so cal, I'm finally here. And I can honestly say...it sucks. Something about it here seems so dead. The reality of me actually living here at least for the next three years hasn't really hit me. I feel like I should be going back up in the next few days. I miss nor cal a lot and I so wish I could move back right now. But I guess I haven't given this place a fair</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112374802765629389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112374802765629389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112374802765629389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112374802765629389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-all-anxiety-of-moving-to-so-cal.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112206026090654904</id><published>2005-07-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:24:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the bathroom in this building seriously has it in for me. First I come heart stoppingly close to losing my shoe in the toliet. Then today after I went pee I turned around to flush the toilet (I found a new way to flush) and I see a BART ticket floating in the water. I swore it wasn't there before I went pee. Then it struck me. I had my BART ticket in my back pocket...it must've fell out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112206026090654904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112206026090654904&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112206026090654904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112206026090654904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-bathroom-in-this-building.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112188616341323391</id><published>2005-07-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:02:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The bathrooms in the new building that I work in suck. First of all, they're old...cracked tiles and really ugly color of paint on the walls (a mix between pee and mustard yellow). Secondly, there is only one sink. There are 3 stalls but only one sink. Usually there's line to use the toilet, but in this building there's a line to use the sink. Third, the lever to flush the toilet is super high. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112188616341323391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112188616341323391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112188616341323391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112188616341323391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/bathrooms-in-new-building-that-i-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112172546947925283</id><published>2005-07-18T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:24:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I survived! Mike and I went biking across the Golden Gate Bridge (and much much further) on Saturday. Initially I assumed we were just gonna go to Sausilito and back. I didn't wanna take the ferry back because I get really sea sick. While we were at the bike shop, the lady was explaning the routes to us but on the map Sausilito didn't look so far, so I suggested that we go a little further. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112172546947925283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112172546947925283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112172546947925283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112172546947925283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-survived-mike-and-i-went-biking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112119557283692974</id><published>2005-07-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:12:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The legal age for an adult should be raised to 30.I'm a disgrace to the term "adult". You'd think that by the ripe age of 24, I'd be a "responsible adult". I think I veered off the highway of adulthood back at age 21. Eventhough I had work on Friday (when no one else seemed to have work. why???) the infamous ebay posse went out on Thursday night and had a little too much fun. Sarah, the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112119557283692974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112119557283692974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112119557283692974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112119557283692974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/legal-age-for-adult-should-be-raised.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112075644823190266</id><published>2005-07-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:14:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Bride and Prejudice with Mike and Jamie...I loved it! Makes me totally wanna learn how to dance like Indian people.The guy in the movie put it best: "Screw in the light bulb with one hand and pet the dog with the other." I've been trying to practice but I have no coordination...it's like trying to pat your head with one hand and rub your tummy in a circular motion with the other...very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112075644823190266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112075644823190266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112075644823190266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112075644823190266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-watched-bride-and-prejudice-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112058630653421319</id><published>2005-07-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:58:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a boiling 105 degrees during the day in Vegas...I thought I was gonna shrivel up and die. I went to the pool to try and cool off but I just ended up getting sunburned. Stupid me, I forgot to bring sunscreen but lucky me, I found an abandoned bottle of sunscreen (SPF 70!) on the ground at the pool. But it was all melted and it came out like milk. I still used it but I guess it was too late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112058630653421319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112058630653421319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112058630653421319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112058630653421319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-boiling-105-degrees-during-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-112007000593441287</id><published>2005-06-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:33:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, it's a long weekend!!! I'm going to vegas with my family which means minimal drinking and actually sleeping at night. But it should still be fun...free food and maybe some spending money from my fun aunts who are coming along. It's supposed to be 103 to 104 degrees this weekend in vegas, yesssss!!!! I love hot weather!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112007000593441287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=112007000593441287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112007000593441287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/112007000593441287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay-its-long-weekend-im-going-to-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111808590088177408</id><published>2005-06-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:25:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've been experiencing a lot of panic attacks and they're growing more frequent. Anytime I'm vaguely reminded of law school I get really cold, my fingernails and lips turn blue, my heart starts beating really fast, my mouth gets dry, I can feel my throat tighten, and sometimes I break out in a cold sweat. I'm not so much worried about the academic hell hole I'll be digging myself into, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111808590088177408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111808590088177408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111808590088177408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111808590088177408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/lately-ive-been-experiencing-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111723026719855595</id><published>2005-05-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:44:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a hard time being "fake nice". It takes every ounce of my energy to slap on my plastic smile and remain calm when all I really wanna do is wrestle the annoying butt munch do the ground and make them cry for their mama. Lucky me, I was able to practice my "fake nice" all day yesterday and today. There's this woman (let's call her the Hen, for reasons I will later explain) in my office that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111723026719855595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111723026719855595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111723026719855595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111723026719855595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-hard-time-being-fake-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111688316989880696</id><published>2005-05-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:29:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talking like Jedi Master Yoda is a fun and easy way to make a joke amongst your fellow Star Wars fans. His unique style of reversing the words in a sentence are easily recognized by fans around the world. Here's How: 1. Take the first two or three words of a sentence, and just add them to the end. For example: 'You will find what you are looking for' turns into 'Find what you are looking for, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111688316989880696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111688316989880696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111688316989880696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111688316989880696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/talking-like-jedi-master-yoda-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111661434223184698</id><published>2005-05-20T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:39:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I admit it...I'm a worry wart. I worry about things that aren't even pertinent. I think too far ahead of myself and end up stressing over things that are completely irrelevant. I've been reading this guy's blog that Chris sent me the link to: http://metrodad.typepad.com (He's pretty funny....he actually won an award for his blog...read it if you have time and start from the beginning) But it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111661434223184698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111661434223184698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111661434223184698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111661434223184698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111652104940296868</id><published>2005-05-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:22:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is open. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111652104940296868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111652104940296868&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111652104940296868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111652104940296868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111643641648926828</id><published>2005-05-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:13:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am utterly confused...all day yesterday I thought it was Wednesday. I was so excited because I was thinking, "wow, this week is flying by!" But then around 3pm I realized it was only Monday!! Man, was I bummed out. Later that night I turned on the TV and House was on...wait a minute!! House is supposed to be on Tuesdays! That really confused me...is it Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday??? Sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111643641648926828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111643641648926828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111643641648926828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111643641648926828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-utterly-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111600799458343026</id><published>2005-05-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:13:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been an incredibly loooooonnnnggggg week. I am overjoyed that it's FINALLY FRIDAY! Even though it's Friday the 13th and I have nothing fun planned for the weekend, I'm squealing with excitement! Every Friday at 5:00pm I feel like I just took my last final of the semester... I get that urge to jump and scream "wahooo!!!" while pumping my fist up and down...run to Ned's and sell my text book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111600799458343026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111600799458343026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111600799458343026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111600799458343026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-incredibly-loooooonnnnggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111591615505034980</id><published>2005-05-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:42:35.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright Andy, you called me out so here's an update on my uneventful life.I survived Ethiopian food. It was actually pretty good...I just had a little indigestion afterwards. But I think it's because most of the meal was meat and I'm not used to eating a lot of meat in one sitting. You have to eat everything with your hands...that was kinda tricky but fun. We had this honey wine there that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111591615505034980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111591615505034980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111591615505034980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111591615505034980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/alright-andy-you-called-me-out-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111541944854873151</id><published>2005-05-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:44:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out these links that Kenneth sent me:http://www.scrollingbuckle.com/http://www.icedoutgear.com/BB58.phpKenneth said that if he got one, he'd make his belt say "why are you staring at my crotch???" Hahahaha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111541944854873151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111541944854873151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111541944854873151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111541944854873151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/check-out-these-links-that-kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111541889978332174</id><published>2005-05-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:34:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to an Ethiopian restaurant for dinner with Mike tonight. I've never had ethiopian food before so I'm a little nervous. The latest new cusine I tried was Indian food. It wasn't a pretty sight. But I'm not one to hold a grudge, so I tried it a few times after that only to conclude that Indian food and me don't mix. Hopefully this will be a positive experience. Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111541889978332174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111541889978332174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111541889978332174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111541889978332174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-to-ethiopian-restaurant-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111471265073543325</id><published>2005-04-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:24:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Mike and I went to Thirst Bear for dinner. It was my first time there…I liked the atmosphere and the food was really good. The waiter was making casual conversation as he was clearing the table and asked, "have you heard any good jokes lately?" I really wanted the waiter to hear the Snoop umbrella joke so I said, "Mike, tell him Snoop umbrella joke!" But he just looked at me with an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111471265073543325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111471265073543325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111471265073543325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111471265073543325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-mike-and-i-went-to-thirst.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111464603765162460</id><published>2005-04-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:53:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now remember that the person who was training me for this position said that the work comes in cycles....when it rains, it floods. It's flooding big time and I think I'm about to drowned!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111464603765162460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111464603765162460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111464603765162460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111464603765162460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-now-remember-that-person-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111403927618556699</id><published>2005-04-20T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:21:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My conversation with Andy today made reminisce about my good old elementary school days. Every morning we lined up in the quad to recite the Plegde of Allegiance and sing two songs, one of which was always the State Song. And it goes like this...Fifty Nifty United States from thirteen original colonies,Fifty Nifty stars in the flag that billow so beautifully in the breeze.Each individual state </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111403927618556699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111403927618556699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111403927618556699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111403927618556699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-conversation-with-andy-today-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111402835800934124</id><published>2005-04-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:19:18.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking news: SEOUL, South Korea - Six elephants escaped from a zoo parade and roamed around the South Korean capital Seoul on Wednesday before being herded back to their enclosure. The elephants were on a daily parade outside their enclosure at Seoul Children’s Grand Park when one was apparently startled and bolted, a zoo official said by telephone.The five others followed "because they have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111402835800934124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111402835800934124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111402835800934124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111402835800934124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/breaking-news-seoul-south-korea-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111352199914241436</id><published>2005-04-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:39:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, Chris...you won the bet. I have (well, had) your Take 5 bar right here in my desk. Everytime I opened my desk drawer, I saw it's pretty red wrapper. I just couldn't help myself...I HAD to eat it! Sorry, I'll get you another one first thing tomorrow morning!There's a bar in San Francisco that sells "trailer trash food"...fried twinkies, spaghettios, tatertots, etc. They even sell beer helmets!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111352199914241436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111352199914241436&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111352199914241436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111352199914241436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-chris.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111333099516804853</id><published>2005-04-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:36:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I couldn't help laughing at my reflection in the mirror. I just looked so hideous it was funny. I took some meds last night and totally knocked out. I guess while I was asleep the Ugly Monster decided to give me a make over. I didn't know my hair was capable of looking so crazy. I had multiple crease lines across my face. If I ever get married, I feel sorry for the guy who has to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111333099516804853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111333099516804853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111333099516804853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111333099516804853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-morning-i-couldnt-help-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111298119405483119</id><published>2005-04-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T10:26:34.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night at small group we watched a little bit of the Lakers game on TV. I mentioned to Ben that I think Caron Butler is really good looking. And he said, almost in a bitter tone, "why do asian girls always have a thing for black guys?" What can I say? Black guys are just hot. However, there are of course some exceptions to the rule. For example, Flava Flav...NOT HOT. He's like the opposite of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111298119405483119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111298119405483119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111298119405483119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111298119405483119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-at-small-group-we-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111281006166239924</id><published>2005-04-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:54:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a very disproportionate body. Mainly long arms and legs and a really short torso. You know how your arm span is supposed to be approximately the same as your height? Well, mine's not even close...I'm 5'3" and my arm span is 5'8"! So when I let my arms hanging to my side, my finger tips almost touch the top of my knees. Now you must be thinking "Sarah must look like a freak" but I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111281006166239924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111281006166239924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111281006166239924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111281006166239924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-very-disproportionate-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111265544440650812</id><published>2005-04-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:57:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris and I made a bet. Loser buys the winner at Take 5 candy bar. It's on!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111265544440650812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111265544440650812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111265544440650812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111265544440650812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/chris-and-i-made-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111239757804343684</id><published>2005-04-01T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:19:38.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out this random guy's comment on Chris Son's blog posting today.Nam LaMore said...party! party! party! and seeing how it's april 1, that makes it an espcially auspicious time to have some fun. i read in the current VITALS mag that a dinner party must-haves:* catering* clean up crew* photographer to document the fun* delivery service to get invites out* storage services to store your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111239757804343684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111239757804343684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111239757804343684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111239757804343684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/check-out-this-random-guys-comment-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111239441992214070</id><published>2005-04-01T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:51:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reminder: Daylight Saving Time!Don't forget to set your clocks one hour ahead before you go to sleep on Saturday!Spelling &amp; grammar:The official spelling is Daylight Saving Time, not Daylight SavingS Time.Saving is used here as a verbal adjective (a participle). It modifies time and tells us more about its nature; namely, that it is characterized by the activity of saving daylight. It is a saving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111239441992214070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111239441992214070&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111239441992214070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111239441992214070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/04/reminder-daylight-saving-time-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111230793278057254</id><published>2005-03-31T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:25:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was in grade school my nose used to bleed a lot. I got a bloody nose at least once or twice a day. So it would be normal for me to have tissue stuck up one of my nostrils. Being the cool older sister that I am, my sister, Carol, wanted to be just like me. So one day when Carol was about 5 years old, she had the brilliant idea of copying me and shoved pieces of cotton up her nose...so high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111230793278057254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111230793278057254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111230793278057254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111230793278057254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-i-was-in-grade-school-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111229755405333652</id><published>2005-03-31T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:32:34.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was in the elevator going up to my apartment and there was this really nerdy looking asian guy that I've never seen before in the elevator with this huge suitcase. As soon as I step in the elevator he starts interrogating me: Nerd: Are you just getting back from work?Me: Yup.Nerd: Where do you work?Me: Oakland.Nerd: What do you do?Me: I work for Kaiser PermanenteNerd: Do you like your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111229755405333652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111229755405333652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111229755405333652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111229755405333652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-i-was-in-elevator-going-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111221920785725560</id><published>2005-03-30T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:46:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a fire drill at work today. It was pretty lame. I don't know if the fire deparment normally comes to building fire drills but the Oakland Fire Department was there. I've always thought that firefighters were generally good looking. However, the Oakland Fire Department completely defies that generalization. There were 4 firefighters there and not one of them was remotely good looking. Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111221920785725560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111221920785725560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111221920785725560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111221920785725560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-had-fire-drill-at-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111212930753650911</id><published>2005-03-29T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:48:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Headaches and coughing don't go well together. I've been coughing for the past two weeks now and I've had this incessant headache for about a week. So everytime I cough I feel like someone just punched me in the head. Cough...ow...cough...ow...cough...ow. I try to surpress my coughs but it's hard...one time I felt a cough coming on so I took a big gulp of water. Yea, I ended up spraying the water</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111212930753650911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111212930753650911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111212930753650911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111212930753650911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/headaches-and-coughing-dont-go-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111203594371558543</id><published>2005-03-28T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:52:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like to have options. I get bored with eating just one thing. That's why I like buffets...there are so many choices! This morning I had my own little breakfast buffet. I bought a wide variety of Luna Bars to eat for breakfast but I couldn't decide on which flavor to eat. So I just ate 1/4 of the 4 bars that I had. Good stuff. But now I have all these partially opened Luna Bars in my desk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111203594371558543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111203594371558543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111203594371558543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111203594371558543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-like-to-have-options.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111178631134291095</id><published>2005-03-25T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:31:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plane tickets to Korea are soooo expensive. The cheapest I've found is $904 round trip...yikes!as;ldkjf;alsdkjf;laskdjf;alskdjfa;lsfj help me...I'm so BORED =P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111178631134291095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111178631134291095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111178631134291095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111178631134291095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/plane-tickets-to-korea-are-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111169997237054823</id><published>2005-03-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:32:52.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all you people who are wondering why Easter's so early this year: People have been asking why Easter comes so early this year. The reason is that this festival is based on the cycle of the moon. Easter is obsereved on the first Sunday after the full moon which occurs on or after the 21st day of March. If this full moon occurs on a Sunday, Easter is celebrated on the following Sunday. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111169997237054823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111169997237054823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111169997237054823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111169997237054823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-all-you-people-who-are-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111169580717572235</id><published>2005-03-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:23:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get really sad when I think about having to move. Not just because I have pack up all my crap into my car and drive to LA but I have to find a new place, make new friends, find a church. I don’t like having to adjust to a new environment…I like things just the way they are. I wish I could take everyone and everything around me to where ever I go. I’m one of those people that need to plan and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111169580717572235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111169580717572235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111169580717572235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111169580717572235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-get-really-sad-when-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111161052807900065</id><published>2005-03-23T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:42:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, what a rough night. So I took my medicine before I went to sleep but it wore off in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep because I was coughing so much so I decided to take another dose. Bad choice. Right after I swallowed it, I felt really nauseous. I tried to lay down but I felt like throwing up, So I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet but I felt ok. Right when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111161052807900065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111161052807900065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111161052807900065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111161052807900065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-what-rough-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111153537756149215</id><published>2005-03-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:06:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I reformatted my blog but now all my comments are gone, booo! Now I look like a loser who has a blog that no one reads. I guess it doesn't matter... I don't think anyone reads my blog anyways. (But I'm still a little sad about my no longer existing comments) I really did have comments! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111153537756149215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111153537756149215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111153537756149215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111153537756149215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-reformatted-my-blog-but-now-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111143608773089638</id><published>2005-03-21T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:14:47.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently I have a twin that goes to the same church as me. I didn't go to church yesterday because I was coughing up my lungs. But Chris and Albert thought that this other girl sitting in front of them was me. They said that the only thing that made them doubt their assumption was the girl's choice in hair accessories. alberthkim1: and i saw the hair clip thing and i thought "man that thing is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111143608773089638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111143608773089638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111143608773089638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111143608773089638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/apparently-i-have-twin-that-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111108337703937105</id><published>2005-03-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:16:17.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About three years ago, my parent's house was burglarlized. They were in the process of selling the house so there was a lock box with the house key in it so realtors can show the house to their clients when no one's home. Apparently, one ot the realtors decided to live her life as a scum bag and steal stuff out of homes for sale when the owner wasn't there. So this stealing scum bag of a lady </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111108337703937105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111108337703937105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111108337703937105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111108337703937105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/about-three-years-ago-my-parents-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111101818808650389</id><published>2005-03-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T16:09:48.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>During most of my weekend in LA, I had 50 Cent's song "Candy Shop" stuck in my head and I got it suck in everyone else's head too. I know it's a naughty song, but I'm bad a listening to song lyrics so I looked up the words out of curiousity. Yea...it's a very very very naughty song. Too x-rated to post on my blog. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111101818808650389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111101818808650389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111101818808650389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111101818808650389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/during-most-of-my-weekend-in-la-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-111024289069506608</id><published>2005-03-07T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:48:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sol made up for making me take off my previous post:boLbim33atWork: did u watch sex and the citySarahWlee: not reallySarahWlee: a few episodesSarahWlee: why?boLbim33atWork: just wonderingboLbim33atWork: i sat at home like a girl yesterday and watched 2 hours of itSarahWlee: hahahahaSarahWlee: gayboLbim33atWork: yea i knowboLbim33atWork: hahahboLbim33atWork: wrapped in my blanketsboLbim33atWork: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111024289069506608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=111024289069506608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111024289069506608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/111024289069506608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/sol-made-up-for-making-me-take-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110997441473545808</id><published>2005-03-04T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:08:11.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sol made me delete this post..boooo! So what was here, is no longer here.  If you wanna know what was here, ask me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110997441473545808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110997441473545808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110997441473545808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110997441473545808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/sol-made-me-delete-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110996525875028006</id><published>2005-03-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:40:58.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven’t updated in forever. I don’t think anyone reads my blog anways but this will give me something to do at work. Let’s see…so since my last posting here’s a brief synopsis of what’s happened in my life:I left my job in SF as a paralegal (yessss!), I was unemployed for about 2.5 weeks (loved it!)I got a new job in Downtown Oakland at Kaiser (it’s ok, but I’d rather be unemployed). So it’s my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110996525875028006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110996525875028006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110996525875028006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110996525875028006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-havent-updated-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110607180274687210</id><published>2005-01-18T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T10:10:02.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Sunday night, I had this strange urge to bake. So Jamie, Unjung and I baked pumpkin walnut cookies. Those came out pretty good. We had leftover pumpkin puree so we decided to make pumpkin bread. The recipe called for 1 teaspoon of salt but the amount that went into the mixture seemed like a lot. But seeing that it was already 1 am, I didn't want to argue with the recipe. Finally, after another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110607180274687210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110607180274687210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110607180274687210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110607180274687210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-sunday-night-i-had-this-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110565365562509058</id><published>2005-01-13T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:00:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last!"Even though it's only Thursday today, it's probably one of THE best Thursdays I've had. Why? Because I just found out that our office is closed next Monday for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day! I can hardly contain my excitement! I'm trying so hard not to squeal! I have to think long and hard about how to spend my precious day off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110565365562509058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110565365562509058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110565365562509058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110565365562509058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/free-at-last-free-at-last-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110546574668247927</id><published>2005-01-11T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:49:06.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I woke up and I was really confused because when I woke up my clock said 9:30am. I was really disappointed because I thought it was Saturday and I wanted to sleep in until at least 10am. But then I freaked out because I realized it wasn't Saturday...it was Monday! But I calmed down when I reasoned with myself "what's the point of going to work when you're gonna be really late and work's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110546574668247927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110546574668247927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110546574668247927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110546574668247927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-i-woke-up-and-i-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110512246761192937</id><published>2005-01-07T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:27:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched White Chicks and it was hilarious! You just have to get through the beginning and the rest is really funny. The funniest part of the scene is when the big black guy sings along to Michelle Branch's song, Thousand Miles. My stomach is still sore from laughing so hard. My dad called me on my birthday and gave me 3 things to work on during the next year:1. Act more ladylike (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110512246761192937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110512246761192937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110512246761192937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110512246761192937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-i-watched-white-chicks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110495026079677436</id><published>2005-01-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:37:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I almost ran into someone that I really really really didn't want to see. Once I spotted the person walking across the street towards me, I made a quick turn and walked across the intersection diagonally. Luckily there was a tall man walking the same direction as me so I used him as my shield. I think I was too close to him because he gave me this "get off of me, you freak" look. So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110495026079677436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110495026079677436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110495026079677436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110495026079677436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-i-almost-ran-into-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110486961310042040</id><published>2005-01-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:23:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To kick off the new year, I decided to take the day off from work and go to Napa with Chris. Even though the weather was kinda gloomy it was still beautiful there. It's a good thing I drove because Chris was getting a little woozy after our first tasting so you could imagine what she was like after the 5th winery. After we came back from Napa, we went to the Scharffen Berger chocolate factory and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110486961310042040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110486961310042040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110486961310042040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110486961310042040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-kick-off-new-year-i-decided-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110486959491330287</id><published>2005-01-04T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:13:14.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dream come true...trapped in a chocolate factory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110486959491330287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110486959491330287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110486959491330287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110486959491330287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-dream-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110442931867777748</id><published>2004-12-30T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:55:18.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas was great...I ate, slept, and ate some more. But for some reason it didn't feel very Christmasy this year. Maybe it was because it was really hot and sunny, or maybe it was because Christmas lunch and dinner were catered and not home cooked. But nevertheless, it was a good time spent with family and friends. Every time my family gets together, there's always a huge discussion about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110442931867777748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110442931867777748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110442931867777748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110442931867777748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110373637763318925</id><published>2004-12-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:26:17.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my pleasant surprise, it's actually been a good week. After some intense drama-rama at the office on Monday, things settled down. I thought the world was coming to an end on Monday because I actually got to leave work early! Even though I only left 30 minutes early, I was still really really happy...so happy I skipped all the way home. Yesterday my aunt, her sister, and my two cousins came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110373637763318925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110373637763318925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110373637763318925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110373637763318925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-my-pleasant-surprise-its-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110263086004082215</id><published>2004-12-09T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:21:00.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Chris drinking on the job:Seolicious: heySeolicious: is kim jojng pil the nor korea tyrant?Seolicious: i got an email from jong pil kimeolicious: hahahahahSeolicious: ohSeolicious: nmSeolicious: kim il sungSeolicious: no?Seolicious: kim jong ilSeolicious: look how fun i am!Chris...GO HOME</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110263086004082215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110263086004082215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110263086004082215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110263086004082215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-chris-drinking-on-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110244127651722330</id><published>2004-12-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T09:41:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Sunday night my parents had people over and were walking them out but accidentally locked the door and closed it behind them. So then my dad calls me and asks if it's ok to call 911. Hahahahaha. Umm...yea, I don't think locking yourself out of the house is considered an emergency.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110244127651722330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110244127651722330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110244127651722330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110244127651722330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-sunday-night-my-parents-had-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110236452565822397</id><published>2004-12-06T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:22:05.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a sucky Monday morning. First I wake up super late and then as I'm rushing out the door I get a very stern phone call from my dad. My dad rarely ever gets mad...I think I've seen him mad twice in my life. So remember that nasty ticket I got for speeding? Well, my car insurance needed to be renewed so the 2 ugly points on my driving record showed up and my insurance sky rocketed to $8641 for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110236452565822397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110236452565822397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110236452565822397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110236452565822397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-sucky-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110210560347549568</id><published>2004-12-03T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:26:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My office is freezing again. The heater's "fixed"...which means that it's permanently turned off and can't be turned back on. My hands are soooo cold that I can't type. I sent an email that had some very bad typos in it...I accidentally wrote "ass" instead of "as" and ended the email with "best retards" instead of "best regards" with my name, ooops. Yes, I'm a retard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110210560347549568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110210560347549568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110210560347549568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110210560347549568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-office-is-freezing-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110201261904056948</id><published>2004-12-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T10:36:59.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Monday after Thanksgiving my office was an ice box so we turned on the heater. After a few hours, the office was getting kinda warm so I went to go turn it off. Even though the switch was off, the heater kept going. We all thought it just needed some time to cool down or something. But a few hours after that it was still going and we were all roasting. I looked at the thermostat and it said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110201261904056948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110201261904056948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110201261904056948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110201261904056948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/12/monday-after-thanksgiving-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110114510257429763</id><published>2004-11-22T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T09:38:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've officially moved into the YAG dorms. Moving was a big pain and to think I have to do it again in a few months makes me nauseous. But it was worth the hard work...it's nice waking up to toes and fingers that aren't frozen. Drew, Jamie and I went to go get my furniture at my other apartment Saturday night, and just my luck, the power went out on the entire block. I managed to scrounge up 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110114510257429763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110114510257429763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110114510257429763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110114510257429763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-officially-moved-into-yag-dorms.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110080300355707117</id><published>2004-11-18T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:36:43.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My left eye has been twitching for about a week now. The weird thing is that it only happens while I'm at work and stops around 7pm. Chris says I should get it checked out but I'm a little embarassed to go to my doctor. She probably already thinks I'm a freak. I've gone to her about the weirdest things... like strange looking hives that come and go without explanation. Chris also told me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110080300355707117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110080300355707117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110080300355707117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110080300355707117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-left-eye-has-been-twitching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110065288588872921</id><published>2004-11-16T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T16:54:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm selling my furniture on craigslist and to my surprise, there a lot of people who need furniture.  A few people are coming to see the goods but I feel a little weird letting strangers into my place. I was eating yogurt for breakfast this morning and it tasted a little weird. I just thought it was because I bought a different brand that usual. I checked the expiration date just in case and it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110065288588872921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110065288588872921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110065288588872921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110065288588872921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-selling-my-furniture-on-craigslist.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-110019826606451520</id><published>2004-11-11T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:37:46.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The keyboard at my desk got switched to one of those split/tilted ones. I can't stand it. It's supposedly more comfertable to type with. No it's not. I can't type woth crap on this thing. Ok, I admit that I don't type the "proper" way which probably explains my incompatibility with this thing but if I can type 65wpm my own way on a normal keyboard then who cares? Now I feel like a retard when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/110019826606451520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=110019826606451520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110019826606451520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/110019826606451520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/11/keyboard-at-my-desk-got-switched-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109959466519283915</id><published>2004-11-04T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:57:45.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, as Kathleen and I were stuffing our faces she said something very wise and true: "Diet its die with a T". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109959466519283915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109959466519283915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109959466519283915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109959466519283915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-night-as-kathleen-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109898284291678846</id><published>2004-10-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:00:42.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again...when my apt turns into a freezer box and I can see my own breath in my room when I wake up in the morning. Avoiding cold weather is one of my main reasons for wanting to move to Hawaii. It's so warm there that you never see your breath in the air. I remember during first semester fresheman year in college when Derek (who's from Hawaii) saw his breath in the air for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109898284291678846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109898284291678846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109898284291678846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109898284291678846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109872677244324473</id><published>2004-10-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:52:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every Sunday night Unjung, Jamie, and I go to support the guys' softball team. I think we're bad luck because they've lost pretty much every game we went to go watch. Last night towards the end of the game, the ref said "mercy rule". I didn't know what that was so I asked Danny Yoon and he said it's when the two teams are tired of playing so the pitchers of the two teams play mercy to see who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109872677244324473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109872677244324473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109872677244324473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109872677244324473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/10/every-sunday-night-unjung-jamie-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109848490117911215</id><published>2004-10-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:41:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To quit or not to quit? I know I should quit my job for the sake of my mental health. And I really like the idea of having a fun job for a little bit before I go to law school. The thought of quitting makes me giddy. I keep myself awake at night thinking of "I quit" speeches. I've thought of a few pretty good ones. But there's this sick twisted side of me that's telling me to stay just to see how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109848490117911215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109848490117911215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109848490117911215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109848490117911215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-quit-or-not-to-quit-i-know-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109777400923867220</id><published>2004-10-14T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:13:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Norcal people are funny. Just because it's a little warmer than usual, everyone just starts taking off all their clothes and running around half naked. Yesterday when I was walking to the BART station I saw way too much skin...skin that shouldn't see the light of day. Put on some clothes, people! It's not that hot! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109777400923867220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109777400923867220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109777400923867220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109777400923867220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/10/norcal-people-are-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130233.post-109719367720972921</id><published>2004-10-07T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:01:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My patience is being put to the test BIG TIME. For the past two and a half weeks I've had to work with the most EVIL woman I've ever met in my life. I don't know what it is about this woman but the only way you can get through to her is to be just as mean right back at her. I've tried the nice thing...I just got trampled all over. I've tried being indifferent to her evilness...but that just made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/feeds/109719367720972921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6130233&amp;postID=109719367720972921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109719367720972921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6130233/posts/default/109719367720972921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getinmybelly.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-patience-is-being-put-to-test-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561756460129442899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/1609/640/un.jamie.sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
