<?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-5404413966680269153</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:33:24.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what my camera wrote...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-6612279717712399093</id><published>2010-09-20T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:52:31.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Less of me</title><summary type='text'>I want... no. I NEED to lose weight. I am fortunate to have excellent self-esteem so this decision is coming from a very healthy place. I can't believe what the scale says though. Changes need to be made.I have struggled with extra pounds most of my life and I am ready to get rid of them. I have tried working out regularly, but something always changes and I stop. Or I can't stay motivated. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/6612279717712399093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=6612279717712399093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6612279717712399093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6612279717712399093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2010/09/less-of-me.html' title='Less of me'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-4270829910415593492</id><published>2009-08-15T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:37:22.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, not a happy post: "Can I please order?!?"</title><summary type='text'>I sat at a cafe for 20 minutes today before being asked if I wanted anything. The first 5-10 minutes were OK, but the last 10 I was just proving a point. I should have just got up and left - but then they would have won. Who? The waitresses who were trading hangover stories behind the counter (obviously on a smoke break.) I just came to this little cafe at the wrong time. Anyone younger than I, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/4270829910415593492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=4270829910415593492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4270829910415593492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4270829910415593492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-i-please-order.html' title='Warning, not a happy post: &quot;Can I please order?!?&quot;'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-8762042977628168740</id><published>2009-05-17T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:09:47.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>adieu to the east</title><summary type='text'>Today, sigh, I fly back.It may take a couple days --- (read: week) for me to sort through all of the fun photos I got, but I promise to post some here, or let people navigate through a Picasa album of the thousands.While I am excited to see my friends, cat and familiar landscapes of home - this trip, my third consecutive trip out East, was amazing and I want to savor every last second of it. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/8762042977628168740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=8762042977628168740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8762042977628168740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8762042977628168740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2009/05/adieu-to-east.html' title='adieu to the east'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-875662078232537918</id><published>2009-05-11T06:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:03:52.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love waking up somewhere new.This time, it's a friends new apartment. The light hits everything and I just want to stay here all day and take portraits. I promised that the gushy-ness will wear off... you know - me thinking that everything is SO BEAUTIFUL SO WONDERFUL but I'm not sure it will. I love hearing commotion, sirens, people talking different languages.M-hell is so drab. So very plain,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/875662078232537918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=875662078232537918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/875662078232537918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/875662078232537918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-waking-up-somewhere-new.html' title=''/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-8595299704564132904</id><published>2009-01-11T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:26:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friends and I get together on Wednesdays and watch a 'Bad Movie'. The movies that we have watched so far range from Funland, to Howard the Duck and Snakes on a Plane. Some are better than others, but all share the common thread that someone worked really hard on making it - and now we get to mercilessly make fun of it. This weekly event is highlighted by adult beverages and homemade food. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/8595299704564132904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=8595299704564132904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8595299704564132904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8595299704564132904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friends-and-i-get-together-on.html' title=''/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/SWqbMb52voI/AAAAAAAAIY4/NpM4Ghr18BU/s72-c/bmn_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-541982320869442026</id><published>2009-01-10T13:17:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:51:58.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Thin Mint Adventure of 2008 After rolling out the dough, we cut out perfect sized cookies with a shot glass. Throughout the duration of the project, Mack and Chloe (Teresa's dogs) stayed on alert for any crumbs that dropped.After about 12 minutes of baking, we cooled the cookies.Note: we also tasted a couple of them... they were NOT good yet. Only cookie I've ever had where it's not good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/541982320869442026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=541982320869442026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/541982320869442026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/541982320869442026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2009/01/thin-mint-adventure-of-2008-after.html' title=''/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/SWj6FTRYGuI/AAAAAAAAIYw/xdp2ldkuD4I/s72-c/ready+to+bake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-872402157224583372</id><published>2008-12-30T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:31:29.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapearing act.</title><summary type='text'>apparently, my co-workers liked the brownies my mom made in my new 'edge' pan. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/872402157224583372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=872402157224583372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/872402157224583372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/872402157224583372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-my-co-workers-liked-brownies.html' title='Dissapearing act.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/SVqhDr1-2SI/AAAAAAAAIVY/W6JJBTjk1b0/s72-c/edge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-5733745870507939751</id><published>2008-07-08T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:25:51.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><summary type='text'>http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2051504&amp;l=b01f8&amp;id=41300860Check out Omaha Old Market and Zoo photos from my birthday weekend! Good times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/5733745870507939751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=5733745870507939751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5733745870507939751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5733745870507939751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-8228980453198153202</id><published>2008-03-29T11:18:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:14:10.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My addiction</title><summary type='text'>Hi, my name is Laura. ("Hi Laura") I'm addicted to fun kitchen utensils and gadgetry.Ok, ok - there may not be a 12-step program for this kind of an addiction, but there should be.When shopping, I always end up in the kitchen section of the store. Or even worse - I go to KITCHEN only stores, you know the kind. I know what you might be thinking, but weed - you don't cook. (But alas, I've started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/8228980453198153202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=8228980453198153202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8228980453198153202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/8228980453198153202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-addiction.html' title='My addiction'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/R-6BJMPGNDI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6yAwCqzyHa0/s72-c/kitchen.utensilsW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-7331590211774035335</id><published>2008-03-21T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:19:34.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I look this good in 60 years?</title><summary type='text'>My grandma - isn't she a doll! She was wearing this red hat, to keep the sun off of her face of course - unaware of how cute she looked. :)I've always thought she looked like the grandma from Days of Our Lives - Mrs. Horton.Do you have any relatives that look like famous people? ps. I also have a 2nd cousin that looks like Jay Leno, and another that looks like Reese Witherspoon. I'll have to find</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/7331590211774035335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=7331590211774035335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7331590211774035335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7331590211774035335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Can I look this good in 60 years?'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/R-R5QcPGM9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/uW0QBzHwD2s/s72-c/grandma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-7251015600508396128</id><published>2008-03-21T20:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:03:15.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking &amp; Driving: Variations on defrosting.</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I'm in Centerville with Teresa. Good times!Because she always ends up feeding me, every time I come down - I decided to bring food with me for both of us.**Sidenote** A couple weeks ago, I tried this "Quality Time Kitchen" in town. You go, prepare a bunch of meals, and then go home and freeze them. I decided to bring three-cheese ravioli and veggies.  I prepared 6 meals (that serve 4 ppl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/7251015600508396128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=7251015600508396128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7251015600508396128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7251015600508396128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/03/cooking-driving-variations-on.html' title='Cooking &amp; Driving: Variations on defrosting.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-7882730736295519633</id><published>2008-03-21T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:45:28.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones and local wildlife</title><summary type='text'>So a couple weekends ago, I was taking a late night drive in the fog, listening to Norah Jones.  The ultimate relaxation after a long day at work. It must have been about midnight.As I was driving by the golf course on the edge of town, I saw the silhouette of a huge deer, lit by one of the course property lights. It was standing on the side of the road.I slowed way down, and rolled down my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/7882730736295519633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=7882730736295519633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7882730736295519633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7882730736295519633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/03/norah-jones-and-local-wildlife.html' title='Norah Jones and local wildlife'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-6652939214352621681</id><published>2008-02-05T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:52:10.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Eau Claire</title><summary type='text'>My friend Leah and I went to Eau Claire, Wisconsin this past weekend. We had a great time!!! These are the photos that were internet appropriate :) Leinenkugel's brewery Leah &amp; IFun buildings downtown... and some of them had Mona Lisa's on themThe footbridge on UWEC's campusErbert &amp; Gerbert's sub shop.Fun red wall.Bar that reminded me of carey's.Bar in Chippewa Falls. Advertising </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/6652939214352621681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=6652939214352621681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6652939214352621681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6652939214352621681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/02/tour-de-eau-claire.html' title='Tour de Eau Claire'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/R6ktO4G3k2I/AAAAAAAAA5A/50_YpkBS3Qc/s72-c/IMG_4742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-6526926035345498129</id><published>2008-01-24T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:59:07.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleverly hidden...</title><summary type='text'>In recent years I've become much better at cooking and haven't screwed up anything since college (too terribly). I've fed friends, had dinner parties and even cooked my family a 2007 Thanksgiving Feast, yes Feast is capitalized.All of this, but I have never made Chocolate Chip Cookies. Let's be realistic, I have two grandmas - I've gotten in on a little 'add the vanilla' and 'crack an egg here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/6526926035345498129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=6526926035345498129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6526926035345498129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6526926035345498129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2008/01/cleverly-hidden.html' title='Cleverly hidden...'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/R5lPYoG3kqI/AAAAAAAAA3g/L7RiGup_om8/s72-c/chocolate.chip.cookies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-1280166093011752526</id><published>2007-06-21T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:30:14.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderweed to the rescue</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, I was bit by a spider, on my stomach. I'm not sure if it was a highly radioactive crazy mutant spider though, because my special powers have SO not kicked in yet.Today, I tried to climb a wall, nope. Tried to lasso my pop can w/ my web - nothing.I swear though, with the amount of bug bites that I have had in my life, it's a wonder that I'm not some super-powered-insect. I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/1280166093011752526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=1280166093011752526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/1280166093011752526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/1280166093011752526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/spiderweed-to-rescue.html' title='Spiderweed to the rescue'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-5595173767571045838</id><published>2007-06-19T22:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:52:20.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><summary type='text'>Today I covered a memorial service for two area college students that died in a car accident Saturday. These events are always tough, but today's - I will never forget.It is my goal, while covering a funeral or anything of the like, to try to be completely invisible. I'm not there to get up close and personal - i'm there to be an observer and hopefully grab a couple of telling photos.I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/5595173767571045838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=5595173767571045838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5595173767571045838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5595173767571045838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-1283959984214956654</id><published>2007-06-18T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:49:30.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys.</title><summary type='text'>These are a few photos I took of my friend's boys. :)    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/1283959984214956654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=1283959984214956654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/1283959984214956654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/1283959984214956654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/Rnc2JmLVo_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/hpkOpG0NYo0/s72-c/IMG_9943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-4142632275535517258</id><published>2007-06-18T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:12:12.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow down</title><summary type='text'>At a family reunion in April, or May - family told me that they had researched that my mom's side has family ties to royalty in Norway.I did a little bit of research. My cousin told me that she has the documentation. There are seven main families that are the 'founders' we shall say of Royalty in Norway.More information to come. :) I always knew I was royal... hahahaha, ha ha ha.Laura.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/4142632275535517258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=4142632275535517258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4142632275535517258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4142632275535517258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/bow-down.html' title='Bow down'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-4781682836439068664</id><published>2007-06-18T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:09:32.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Legends</title><summary type='text'>After celebrating a friends birthday in Sioux Falls Saturday night, I was driving back to my parents house, (to wake up and celebrate fathers day w/ my family).I got off of the interstate and as I always do - took the last 4 miles of gravel road to get to my parents house on the edge of town.Coming my way was a car in the middle of the road with its bright lights on. While I was still a ways away</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/4781682836439068664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=4781682836439068664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4781682836439068664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4781682836439068664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/urban-legends.html' title='Urban Legends'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-2444039593207730636</id><published>2007-06-11T12:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:47:28.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I win.</title><summary type='text'>Hello All.I know it has been a while.Today I got my year-review. My two-year anniversary, was May 16th - and I just got it, today, June 10, but that is another story.A lot of my last post still applies.But today, in my year-review my boss had about 10 positive things to say about me, and 2 negative things.Negative:1. My attitude, I need to work on not acting so overwhelmed.2. Organization - need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/2444039593207730636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=2444039593207730636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/2444039593207730636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/2444039593207730636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-win.html' title='I win.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-3391139638206063094</id><published>2007-05-25T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:32:15.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So upset.</title><summary type='text'>My boss was so out of line today.First, he gives me this story - that it took the intern 40+ hours to do (last summer). He assigns it to me, and i'm gone most of the day every day. This is the type of tedious assignment that requires you to be be BY THE PHONE at all times.I got called into his office, and he totally yelled at me . "So, are you over worked? Well, I know for a fact that you are not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/3391139638206063094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=3391139638206063094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3391139638206063094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3391139638206063094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-upset.html' title='So upset.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-6507943834763513459</id><published>2007-05-23T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:27:31.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AN IN</title><summary type='text'>I have an 'in' at the place that I want to work for! I just realized that a fellow college-mate works there, this is so unbelievably exciting. Now he can see if they a. have an opening b. are worth working for (which is sounds like they are) and c. put in a good word for me!YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYA!This discovery was made tonight while I was working on my portfolio. Thanks to all who have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/6507943834763513459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=6507943834763513459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6507943834763513459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6507943834763513459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/05/in.html' title='AN IN'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-571846865236850916</id><published>2007-05-15T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:52:27.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I nearly punched an 8-year-old</title><summary type='text'>Ok, i'm kidding, kind of.This evening, I was at an excruciatingly boring assignment for work. In the balcony, where I was stationed - there was a little kid who would clap longer than everyone else - just to be for lack of a better word - annoying. Each time (at this awards ceremony). It was distracting, so naturally, I ended up looking up there three or four times, sending mind bullets her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/571846865236850916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=571846865236850916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/571846865236850916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/571846865236850916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-i-nearly-punched-8-year-old.html' title='How I nearly punched an 8-year-old'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-7265279681819002325</id><published>2007-05-06T07:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T07:37:48.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another cow" / "No actually I think that's the same one"</title><summary type='text'>"we have debris", TwisterAbove (about the cows) is my favorite quote from the movie Twister.Yesterday, I was like Helen Hunt, only I didn't have Dorothy in the backseat of my truck - and sadly no Bill Paxton. However, I was prepared to take my belt and wrap it around a pipe if need be, then I would be safe! hehe.Friday night began with a bang, shall we say. Tornadoes ripped through the towns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/7265279681819002325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=7265279681819002325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7265279681819002325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7265279681819002325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-cow-no-actually-i-think-thats.html' title='&quot;Another cow&quot; / &quot;No actually I think that&apos;s the same one&quot;'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-7960265543346427024</id><published>2007-05-01T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:39:25.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No more wondering.</title><summary type='text'>The job that I had applied for his been filled.This is ok. But I was really getting excited about it, couldn't shut-up about it. It's all that I really thought about - and poof gone.This is a new experience for me.Throughout college, jobs stuck to me - at any given moment I had 4-5 jobs.Found my current job 5 months before graduating, easy as pie.Now, my journey continues - it is kind of free-ing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/7960265543346427024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=7960265543346427024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7960265543346427024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/7960265543346427024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-more-wondering.html' title='No more wondering.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-3461057059936019875</id><published>2007-04-24T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:33:27.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops....</title><summary type='text'>So recently, I was checking how much it would cost to move cross country.Specifically - from here to Georgia, just in case ;)I went to a popular moving company's website to get a quote. They had me fill out a form w/ my info on it. The only way to get a 'quote' was to be contacted by a representative.However -since this is a reputable company, that everyone has heard of - I didn't mind one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/3461057059936019875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=3461057059936019875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3461057059936019875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3461057059936019875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/oops.html' title='Oops....'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-4488813994138984965</id><published>2007-04-20T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:25:54.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><summary type='text'>I am going to be shooting a wedding in Huron this weekend, I am excited! I have not shot a wedding for a while now and it is fun ;) Don't think I'll ever do 5 in a month again - but it was an experience.Still no word from the HFH people on whether or not I can apply.Pray for me!:) Have a good weekend.Looks like we will be getting some storms this wkd. fun fun.Oh, and for those of you who didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/4488813994138984965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=4488813994138984965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4488813994138984965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4488813994138984965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-9182609554990084246</id><published>2007-04-19T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:11:32.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><summary type='text'>This fall a few friends and I went to the butterfly house in SF. So much fun, so pretty. Looking at these photos just makes me happy.I am applying for a different job.I have enlisted the best of friends to help get the cover letter ready.I will click SEND today!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/9182609554990084246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=9182609554990084246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/9182609554990084246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/9182609554990084246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/RieUZGP4-PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TiqUwW9Izik/s72-c/butterfly6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-2905295206812560704</id><published>2007-04-19T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:29:38.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls</title><summary type='text'>My sister's kids, Katrina, left, and Alyson.All together now... awwwww :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/2905295206812560704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=2905295206812560704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/2905295206812560704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/2905295206812560704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-girls.html' title='My girls'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/Rids_mP4-KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_xwP52j5hn0/s72-c/IMG_3608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-5599411658488358604</id><published>2007-04-19T06:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:04:06.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it is going to rain today.</title><summary type='text'>I believe it is going to rain today. Mr. Cable on the news is telling me that the best time for rain will be after 4 p.m. this afternoon.At 4:45, our company was planning to take a group picture outside of the building. (I am not taking it) but I wonder if it will be cancelled on account of rain..... to do my hair or not, that is the question.Speaking of weather - April in S.D. marks the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/5599411658488358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=5599411658488358604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5599411658488358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/5599411658488358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-it-is-going-to-rain-today.html' title='I think it is going to rain today.'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-9217728125548977936</id><published>2007-04-18T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:22:05.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avo</title><summary type='text'>(a post from earlier this month) Tonight, I went to Avo. That's short for Avon, S.D.One night, during football season - to save time - a sports reporter that works with me was writing down scores from the area games and on one line it said : Avo: 15 Scotland: 7As though, shortening the word Avon was going to shave a bunch of time for him. :)Almost as useful as abbreviating April....(and there are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/9217728125548977936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=9217728125548977936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/9217728125548977936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/9217728125548977936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/avo.html' title='Avo'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/Ri_hRnXI--I/AAAAAAAAAH4/eLqrhdtRw8c/s72-c/door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-4131021118192964100</id><published>2007-04-17T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:22:19.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An illusion of epic proportions!</title><summary type='text'> We have all been decieved! The washington monument is just an optical illusion :) I kid, I kid.Today was interesting. I stayed up way to late piddling around on my computer and watching tv. Got up early to go to my final physical therapy session, work, went to a train derailment and was wading around in mud up past my knees! The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful.It really is georgeous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/4131021118192964100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=4131021118192964100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4131021118192964100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/4131021118192964100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/illusion-of-epic-proportions.html' title='An illusion of epic proportions!'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/RiVx_N87sRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RIYeI01-io4/s72-c/washington.monument.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-6917579368072539558</id><published>2007-04-17T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:50:42.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the mail....</title><summary type='text'> I made these Christmas post-cards. I spent a LOT of time on them - and I only gave out a few of them. Mailing them was just too difficult, I guess. I'm awful at that though.At some point this year - you'll probably get a postcard from me, with a Christmas message..... :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/6917579368072539558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=6917579368072539558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6917579368072539558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/6917579368072539558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-in-mail.html' title='It&apos;s in the mail....'/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/RiRt1N87sQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2mJQLW-Mgoc/s72-c/christmascard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404413966680269153.post-3071038205266094424</id><published>2007-04-17T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:35:11.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got to thinking.I want a blog where I can tell the rest of the story.I have my (website) - but I want this blog to be a little less, visible by the public shall we say :)I loved blogging daily when I was in college - but the busier I got, the less I posted something. It's really theraputic for me, and I love telling stories of my crazy life.So - drumroll please - let's try this again.I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/feeds/3071038205266094424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5404413966680269153&amp;postID=3071038205266094424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3071038205266094424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5404413966680269153/posts/default/3071038205266094424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingcamera.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-to-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>photojournalist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPaUD0qqCek/RiRo7N87sPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4FKqllvB9B4/s72-c/IMG_4616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
