<?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-3501592152552260434</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:03:48.541-06:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='our wedding journey'/><category term='TV'/><category term='movies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='angelman&apos;s syndrome'/><category term='poetry blitz'/><category term='doggie'/><category term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><category term='handmade goodies'/><category term='music'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='my MFA thesis'/><category term='week ends'/><category term='writing excerpt'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='writing-as-a-job'/><category term='wish list'/><category term='journal-like'/><category term='food'/><category term='home decor'/><category term='family'/><category term='book review'/><category term='color collection'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Creative Nonfiction'/><category term='publication'/><category term='I would have worn'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='bookends book list'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='lovely mondays'/><category term='movie list'/><category term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5554610703278994184</id><published>2012-01-19T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:03:48.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Stacks has moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78S1nQC_X1E/TxjKvh-ctdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/1WGpmZnDdLA/s1600/suitcase.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78S1nQC_X1E/TxjKvh-ctdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/1WGpmZnDdLA/s400/suitcase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699528246360323538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://eatlifefci.blogspot.com/2010/11/weve-moved-to-eatlifefciwordpresscom.html"&gt;Image Credit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren Stacks (and her blog) has moved! Please visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurenstacks.wordpress.com"&gt; http://laurenstacks.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to read up on Lauren's writing life, adventures in Chicago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and, of course, for pictures of her adorable pup, Frankie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5554610703278994184?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5554610703278994184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5554610703278994184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5554610703278994184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5554610703278994184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2012/01/lauren-stacks-has-moved.html' title='Lauren Stacks has moved!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78S1nQC_X1E/TxjKvh-ctdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/1WGpmZnDdLA/s72-c/suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2966214050867429439</id><published>2011-10-31T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:19:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Wisdom (from a 7-year-old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmh0SBRAHl8/Tq65-TsmPZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dJPZw1HIjoc/s1600/4077611280_8397e862b3_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmh0SBRAHl8/Tq65-TsmPZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dJPZw1HIjoc/s400/4077611280_8397e862b3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669673460996390290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I had a conversation with my buddy, Will, who is 7-years-old. I hang out with him a few hours a week before and after school, until his mom gets home from work. He's often wise and always funny. (A few weeks ago, we were at the zoo, and he told me I should "Sit down and take a load off.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conversation went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: "What your favorite holiday, Lauren?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Christmas!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: "Christmas... ugh. Why Christmas? Everyone knows Halloween is the best holiday!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Well, I guess Christmas because you can see your family and decorate and of course there are presents."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: "Halloween is better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Why's that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: &lt;b&gt;"Every other day of the whole year, I have to be a 7-year-old boy. On Halloween, I can be any thing I want to be. That's why."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Wow, Will, that's deep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: "This year I'm going to be a smurf."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween! ... and may you be any thing you want for this single day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keikolynn.com/2009/11/practically-perfect-in-every-way.html"&gt;Image Credit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2966214050867429439?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2966214050867429439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2966214050867429439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2966214050867429439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2966214050867429439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-wisdom-from-7-year-old.html' title='Halloween Wisdom (from a 7-year-old)'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmh0SBRAHl8/Tq65-TsmPZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dJPZw1HIjoc/s72-c/4077611280_8397e862b3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2406910125778852868</id><published>2011-09-14T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:13:16.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>I'd Like to Read:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKNYkS_lWNo/Tm_Z0M5n23I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fIPIk-x7d88/s400/NightCircus.final_.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651975548212599666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://erinmorgenstern.com/the-night-circus/"&gt;The Night Circus&lt;/a&gt; by Erin Morgenstern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Two magicians fighting to the death. At a circus. And she's compared to Niffeneger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(My only worry: too similar toThe Hunger Games?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZeRw6rEk4A/Tm_cI2qFPvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KK-vYr4eJ-o/s400/immortallifeofhenriettalacks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651978102042345202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Immortal-Life-Henrietta-Lacks/dp/1400052173"&gt;The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks&lt;/a&gt; by Rebecca Skloot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cancer cells still living today from a woman in 1951&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp; the story behind the woman and her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Science. Storytelling. Ethics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(I love a book that had a good amount of research going into it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbMd8yVuPnI/Tm_pscM05-I/AAAAAAAAA-g/BPrnxr11Zt0/s400/Sarah-s-Key-9780312370848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651993007066769378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sarahs-Key-Tatiana-Rosnay/dp/0312370830"&gt;Sarah's Key&lt;/a&gt; by Tatiana De Rosnay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Since I was ten years old, I've wanted to read every possible thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;about the Holocaust that I can get my hands on. This is no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(That probably sounds weird, but the Holocaust is a subject&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that always has fascinated me. And WWII in general.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T3J_8djNjQ/TnCwYBuUEjI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VJuNndxLYS4/s400/seamstress-hollywood-boulevard-erin-mcgraw-paperback-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652211459176010290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seamstress-Hollywood-Boulevard-Novel/dp/0618386289"&gt;The Seamstress of Hollywood Boulevard&lt;/a&gt; by Erin McGraw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A woman flees Kansas to reinvent her life in LA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In the early 1900s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Based loosely on the author's grandmother's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sounds like my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqOeVuwir3s/TnDC_WjzWsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2JA9m-3-Drs/s400/8584686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652231925993265858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Swamplandia-Karen-Russell/dp/0307263991"&gt;Swamplandia!&lt;/a&gt; by Karen Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gators. The everglades. Gators. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quirky little girl. Who fights gators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention gators?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have any of you read these? Which one should I start with? (It would help if I owned some of these, but I guess that's what Amazon Prime is for. Or the library. Or, if I were a good writer with an unlimited bank account, Barnes and Noble.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Reading, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2406910125778852868?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2406910125778852868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2406910125778852868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2406910125778852868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2406910125778852868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/09/id-like-to-read.html' title='I&apos;d Like to Read:'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKNYkS_lWNo/Tm_Z0M5n23I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fIPIk-x7d88/s72-c/NightCircus.final_.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5516690986401658222</id><published>2011-09-04T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:35:47.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>::One Year::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-u0JQb10mM/TmOw1rpLPCI/AAAAAAAAA94/opD2o5dxOy8/s400/IMG_2232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648552793947716642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks one year since T &amp;amp; I said our vows and started our life together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems strange for me to say that it's only been one year since we started our life together because we've actually been together for six years, ever since we met during our freshman year in college, and I can certainly say that our life together started all the way back then. You see, even back then, all those years ago, there was never any doubt that he was exactly what I needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after our first year of marriage--which was filled with lots of great times and too many really hard times--I can honestly say that I have come to depend on my husband more than I ever thought I could. After our first year, I'm even more positive that because of him, I'm exactly the person I am meant to be. He has supported me through so much in the past year, and has kept me smiling and upbeat even when I just wanted to curl up in a little ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited to start our second year as husband and wife--I have a really good feeling about this next year--and I know that with each year that passes I'll continue to need and love my husband more than I ever realized that I would a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum it all up: I'm so happy for our life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isknLJuAjZo/TmOw2IPNbqI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lcyS2zl5UyM/s400/IMG_2350%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648552801623436962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy anniversary, T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBF1snx9S0k/TmOw2V0KQlI/AAAAAAAAA-I/w74x-8bpYf8/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBF1snx9S0k/TmOw2V0KQlI/AAAAAAAAA-I/w74x-8bpYf8/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648552805268079186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Photos by &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photography&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. For more wedding photos, click &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-venue-bridal-attire.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-newlyweds-and-our.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding-photos-reception.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5516690986401658222?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5516690986401658222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5516690986401658222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5516690986401658222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5516690986401658222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-year.html' title='::One Year::'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-u0JQb10mM/TmOw1rpLPCI/AAAAAAAAA94/opD2o5dxOy8/s72-c/IMG_2232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-439473628898782565</id><published>2011-08-22T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:00:03.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Office Work (AKA a new job!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week from tomorrow, I will officially be an adjunct professor teaching a freshman English composition course for two classes this fall. Needless to say, my days have been filled with planning, syllabus-writing, scoping out texts, and already lots and lots of photocopying. My home office is a little... messy (to say the least!) and so I've been finding myself searching out soothing office spaces that I hope can inspire me for when I get a chance to finish organizing my own workspace. Some images follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PulvPFWU5T0/TlK_0a3B-LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/aT-z9z2dM50/s1600/32907276_kXa3j4Yj_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PulvPFWU5T0/TlK_0a3B-LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/aT-z9z2dM50/s400/32907276_kXa3j4Yj_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643784190332893362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3NYWtY3P4w/TlK5YgKwP4I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/JlaM1Vad0P4/s400/130717616_3d6K4mtI_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643777113651691394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RLgWb1MzAw/TlK_yT8DApI/AAAAAAAAA9o/p-cLhDY-NiY/s1600/51598726_UF4MMIQV_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RLgWb1MzAw/TlK_yT8DApI/AAAAAAAAA9o/p-cLhDY-NiY/s400/51598726_UF4MMIQV_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643784154115146386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZizyHBvOfC8/TlK5YENHiiI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RApC3S7uDJc/s400/130746620_fBCkNkWs_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643777106145413666" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdNvAWLxCRk/TlK5ZGw_rWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/7MccdX4jCag/s1600/14315133_3ZKql1Y3_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdNvAWLxCRk/TlK5ZGw_rWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/7MccdX4jCag/s400/14315133_3ZKql1Y3_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643777124012633442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sources: (Pinterest) &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/32907276/"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/130717616/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/130716398/"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/130746620/"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/14315133/"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any favorites? XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-439473628898782565?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/439473628898782565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=439473628898782565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/439473628898782565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/439473628898782565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/office-work-aka-new-job.html' title='Office Work (AKA a new job!)'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PulvPFWU5T0/TlK_0a3B-LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/aT-z9z2dM50/s72-c/32907276_kXa3j4Yj_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3275718563283012019</id><published>2011-08-19T11:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:34:18.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>New Apartment Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since moving into a new-to-us apartment in the adorable little Chicago neighborhood of Andersonville almost two months ago, we've spent plenty of time making the apartment our new home (all while finishing my novel and house training a puppy!). Today, I thought I'd share with you all a few sneak peeks of the apartment's decor. Take a peek:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9ybFqjKPu0/Tk6OwfAev1I/AAAAAAAAA84/Wn7nzroHlIc/s400/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604346750189394" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrcedEpDqX8/Tk6Ovpz56wI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3_Io_eM8eCY/s400/IMG_2056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604332470364930" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rrC-61IzZ7E/Tk6O7ZmSaKI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XaNOeRmsnp8/s400/IMG_2062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604534276712610" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1ARCk7eiyY/Tk6OwDaWmfI/AAAAAAAAA8w/AjCX1z10U7s/s400/IMG_2057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604339342514674" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXrD_yk6piw/Tk6OveZK6dI/AAAAAAAAA8g/_j5Bn_ft_4M/s400/IMG_2053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604329405442514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWOOq-HIDeQ/Tk6Ou5LBYHI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7kp4O45ncmM/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604319413985394" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsQyY4mRUHg/Tk6O7gwP4ZI/AAAAAAAAA9I/E15m9SV2lbM/s1600/IMG_2065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsQyY4mRUHg/Tk6O7gwP4ZI/AAAAAAAAA9I/E15m9SV2lbM/s400/IMG_2065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642604536197538194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3275718563283012019?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3275718563283012019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3275718563283012019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3275718563283012019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3275718563283012019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-apartment-sneak-peek.html' title='New Apartment Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9ybFqjKPu0/Tk6OwfAev1I/AAAAAAAAA84/Wn7nzroHlIc/s72-c/IMG_2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1001869024734083807</id><published>2011-08-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:00:11.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookends book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: Water for Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tktl9TZrVpg/Tkq10SATczI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EuLYFNSDy14/s1600/water%2Bfor%2Belephants.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tktl9TZrVpg/Tkq10SATczI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EuLYFNSDy14/s400/water%2Bfor%2Belephants.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641521393025905458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Water-Elephants-Novel-Sara-Gruen/dp/1565124995"&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/a&gt; by Sara Gruen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of book is one of my favorite kinds of books. Meaning, I love books that are about something that I didn't know much about before--books that can inform me, or teach me something, so to speak. This is why I have always loved historical fiction, why I was obsessed with reading books about the holocaust when I was ten years old, and why I recently wrote a historical novel of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water for Elephants takes place during the depression, and is about a traveling circus: namely, the veterinarian, a showgirl, and an elephant. All in all, I found it an engaging read, and loved learning about what life in the circus would have been like in the 1930s. I know that this book has been getting a lot of hype lately (between it becoming a &lt;a href="http://www.waterforelephants.com/"&gt;motion picture&lt;/a&gt;, and the fact that lots of people were claiming it one of their favorite books) and so I was probably expected a little too much from the book when I picked it up. (Although, in hindsight, I rarely ever love the books that are later made into movies, so it should have been a good sign.) While I enjoyed the book, it definitely was not a story that I think I'd reread over and over again. And considering how interested I was in the details of circus life, I found myself disappointed in the lack of depth of some of the characters. The heroine, Marlena, felt flat to me, and as much as I wanted to love her as much as Jacob, the main character, did, I just couldn't do it without more development on the part of the author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, this was a decent read, and while I'd recommend it to most of my friends, it isn't a book that I would necessarily call a work of art. However, it did make me wish that I'd been to the circus as a child (or even now, as an adult...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I have one more book review coming later this week or next, AND I've been reading a monster of a book, but I'm almost 3/4 of the way through :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1001869024734083807?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1001869024734083807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1001869024734083807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1001869024734083807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1001869024734083807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-ends-book-list-water-for-elephants.html' title='book ends book list: Water for Elephants'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tktl9TZrVpg/Tkq10SATczI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EuLYFNSDy14/s72-c/water%2Bfor%2Belephants.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8728841774844205934</id><published>2011-08-15T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:43:32.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation Photos: Grand Island, Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello friends! I'm back to the grind after a week off hiking, backpacking, and camping in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We spent the week on &lt;a href="http://www.grandislandmi.com/"&gt;Grand Island&lt;/a&gt;, in crystal-clear Lake Superior, among the lovely Pictured Rocks, and amid black bears (though sadly, we didn't catch a glimpse of one). The mister, his sister and her husband and I all strapped on 25-35 pound packs and hiked around the circumference of the island. We spend our days hiking and swimming in the cold waters, and our nights around the campfire eating (actually delicious) dehydrated food. On our last day on the island, we hiked nearly 15 miles! It was surprisingly relaxing to work so hard during the day, and to be so far from every day reality. Here are a few pictures from our trip: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItBY423UPmU/TkmSl-XymfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RsiqnGAmIkc/s400/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201189353855474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All ready to start our adventure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in &lt;a href="http://www.munising.org/"&gt;Munising, MI&lt;/a&gt; just before taking the ferry over to the island)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixrhuv7HN8s/TkmSmQWZPaI/AAAAAAAAA64/dk5pPeVBxNs/s400/IMG_1923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201194179837346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking the island. Everything was so green! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHKs1LsBMK8/TkmSntQKsLI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BDKzySBiIH4/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201219118215346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to filter our own water everyday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even on the dreary days with huge waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9n0TkuzGs4/TkmsNEd1y_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/LdncDt_YoK8/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229348795436018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our campsite (second &amp;amp; third night) and our lovely fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P1e2unUois/TkmsON--OGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TKYMGmU6Sog/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229368530188386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our own personal cliff overlook at our campsite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we could watch the sun set over the lake &amp;amp; the other cliffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDoEJ1dLBUM/TkmSmp09CII/AAAAAAAAA7A/dlZW_aaf_OU/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201201018898562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the mornings, we drank instant coffee out of collapsible cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgOHIMJUgL4/TkmsMTPLFNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1IoTnEPb6kE/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229335580579026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally, the island looked like this as we hiked around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EgXjuMj9T0/TkmSnOExbdI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8Iq69KyWQiE/s400/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201210748923346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, after a night of wind advisories and rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the island looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgzJSNRAw6U/TkmsNSse0II/AAAAAAAAA7o/sgo8eEvjpVA/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229352614940802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For two days, we had our own personal beach, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complete with our own personal 8-foot waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-8R7rJ69HU/TkmsYdcnh9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/1KRgEWr9FpY/s400/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229544479754194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always, we had breath-taking views &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(but maybe it was just the hilly hiking that took our breath away...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2Iod4S7OH8/TkmsP3CwdPI/AAAAAAAAA74/freZcsO02Qo/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229396731786482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Lake Superior was rocky, clear and refreshing each time we took our daily dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6A-ImRaSLc/TkmsY0w43II/AAAAAAAAA8I/_UaEP3qn5Ck/s1600/IMG_2043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6A-ImRaSLc/TkmsY0w43II/AAAAAAAAA8I/_UaEP3qn5Ck/s400/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641229550738791554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but not least, we got to spend a week among one of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favorite things in the world... birch trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing the relaxing out-of-doors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8728841774844205934?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8728841774844205934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8728841774844205934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8728841774844205934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8728841774844205934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation-photos-grand-island-michigan.html' title='Vacation Photos: Grand Island, Michigan'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItBY423UPmU/TkmSl-XymfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RsiqnGAmIkc/s72-c/IMG_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2559926510846058074</id><published>2011-08-01T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:00:12.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie'/><title type='text'>Our Little Miss Frankie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankie! She's our newest little addition: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an extremely loveable Boston terrier pup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4Bqx5vFsKs/TickxkJwyYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wy2RDOlwjzc/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4Bqx5vFsKs/TickxkJwyYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wy2RDOlwjzc/s400/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631510292986907010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Frankie likes to sleep like a person... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;errr, or a zombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_fOtF-95QQ/TickS9Rn5wI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/SWtIyGhmIpU/s400/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631509767154820866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves taking walks, and is especially sad when a passerby doesn't stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pet her and fawn over how adorable she is. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yza62KopN0/TickxFQHm7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/saWKax7HAYY/s1600/IMG_0390.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yza62KopN0/TickxFQHm7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/saWKax7HAYY/s1600/IMG_0390.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yza62KopN0/TickxFQHm7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/saWKax7HAYY/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631510284692069298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankie has her daddy wrapped around her little finger (toe? paw?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBH0QZsqNBU/TickQyDWTPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/LPNLh3B28es/s400/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631509729782418674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even Dougie (on right) knows who's boss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giving up his spot in the middle of the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ODGI1FN89A/TickRtgDj8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/DH5VZKVyz6I/s400/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631509745740517314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Frankie loves her ball. (Oh, and shoes, boxes, rugs, guitar stands.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXuqdV3O4VY/TickRY0GeAI/AAAAAAAAA54/6FPLzoDn_MA/s400/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631509740187449346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But most of all, Frankie loves hanging out with her mama, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;including morning snuggles, lap-sits while I'm writing, lots of kisses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and more puppy dog faces than I ever thought possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dpzkZCTBk/TickSKRgYrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/d7lt8ZEQsmU/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dpzkZCTBk/TickSKRgYrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/d7lt8ZEQsmU/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67dpzkZCTBk/TickSKRgYrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/d7lt8ZEQsmU/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631509753464119986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for plenty more puppy pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with this little gal sitting on my lap all day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no excuse not to be blogging anymore ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L. Stacks (&amp;amp; Frankie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2559926510846058074?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2559926510846058074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2559926510846058074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2559926510846058074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2559926510846058074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-little-miss-frankie.html' title='Our Little Miss Frankie!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4Bqx5vFsKs/TickxkJwyYI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wy2RDOlwjzc/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7874883190749743301</id><published>2011-07-29T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:00:07.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: The Hunger Games Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost embarrassed to post this... considering it's halfway through the year and I've only read four, yes FOUR books. But, I did write an entire book, so that's why I'm not letting myself feel too bad that I dropped the ball on my reading list for 2011. I read these awhile back, but am just getting the review posted now. Let's hope there will be plenty more on my book ends book list very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTyAoqfNWsA/TiSURtKuMKI/AAAAAAAAA5o/EQb_IDoel_c/s400/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630788466023215266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. 3. &amp;amp; 4. The Hunger Games Trilogy &lt;div&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483"&gt;The Hunger Games,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Catching-Fire-Second-Hunger-Games/dp/0439023491"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mockingjay-Hunger-Games-Book-3/dp/0439023513"&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/a&gt;] by Suzanne Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I love me a good young adult novel. It doesn't matter than I'm nearly a quarter century old, or that I practically have my masters degree in creative writing, I adore corny, plot-driven, made-for-a-thirteen-year-old fiction. I will say that I don't find most YA literature to be exceptionally well written, and can general breeze through a book in a few hours or so, but for me, reading something like The Hunger Games Trilogy gives me a chance to turn my writer brain off. Maybe it's because it's written for kids, but I don't find myself critiquing every little thing (even though they are many, many things I could critique if I wanted to) which gives me a chance to take a much-needed break from being overly... writerly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I enjoyed most about this trilogy was that it was essentially plot on crack. I read each book (most around 300-400 pages) in less than 24 hours because I was so engaged in the story line. I thought that the concept was such a unique one, and very much wish that the writing would have been as unique and engaging as the plot was. The characters, too, could have used a little more engagement. To me, the main character, Katniss, was too much Twilight's Bella: teaching young girls that it's somehow attractive to be clumsy,and  always thinking you're ugly or that no one likes you. The girls in the popular YA series today are never confident, never happy, always mopey, whiney and somehow, the object of seemingly perfect guys' attraction. This is my main complaint about The Hunger Games, and a lot of YA books in general. (However, there are plenty of gems out there in the YA world that don't do this... which I may just have to blog about in the future). Additionally, I think I enjoyed the first book of the trilogy the best, and each subsequent book less than the one before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my recommendation? If you're looking for a book to suck you in, entertain you, and a book you can read quickly, this is it. But if you're looking for the next piece of great literature, complete with artful writing and complicated, rich characters... then you better look elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mediaroom.scholastic.com/files/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mediaroom.scholastic.com/hungergames&amp;amp;usg=__82a50WgRHD_AhGgFd5uS6LdAP5w=&amp;amp;h=279&amp;amp;w=600&amp;amp;sz=162&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=21&amp;amp;sig2=bu5zelW18xie4_O6h5Rf_g&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=bIZlOEOlrnPlaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=80&amp;amp;tbnw=172&amp;amp;ei=fpMkTsuHGuqDsAKP4oWiAw&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dhunger%2Bgames%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D1184%26bih%3D599%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=753&amp;amp;vpy=343&amp;amp;dur=486&amp;amp;hovh=108&amp;amp;hovw=233&amp;amp;tx=187&amp;amp;ty=76&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;ndsp=21&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:12,s:21"&gt;Image Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7874883190749743301?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7874883190749743301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7874883190749743301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7874883190749743301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7874883190749743301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-ends-book-list-hunger-games.html' title='book ends book list: The Hunger Games Trilogy'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTyAoqfNWsA/TiSURtKuMKI/AAAAAAAAA5o/EQb_IDoel_c/s72-c/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1095840486805209864</id><published>2011-07-27T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:10:12.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my MFA thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>FINISHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time coming [three years!] and I've worked my tail off to get it this far [late nights, tears, break-throughs, coffee and plenty of helpful criticism], so I'm happy to announce that &lt;b&gt;the thesis has been turned in! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Rounding out at 14 chapters, 369 pages, and 103,656 words, I am officially [as long as my school agrees] finished with my novel in its thesis form--however, I will be the first to say that I probably have another 5 months of revision ahead of me before the novel is in ready-to-be-sent-to-agents form. So for now, I'm celebrating a finished thesis, and taking a few weeks off before another long haul of rewriting and revision. It is true that a writer's job is never finished. Or so it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're wondering what exactly I've been fretting over and worrying about for the past three years, I've written up a little synopsis of the thesis for you. A back-of-the-book summary, so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lives of the Carmichael sisters, Evelyn and Clara, will never quite be the same after the unexpected death of their mother while they are still children. Spunky, attention-seeking Evelyn is suddenly left to care for Clara, and to shield her in the wake of their father's flashy and sometimes-cruel new wife. Sweet, mild Clara, while constantly protected by Evelyn, struggles to find her own voice in the clamor around her. All the while, their rural little town, Eaton Springs is constantly changing as the Depression hits and later WWII starts, and the Carmichael sisters are being transformed as well. Through boys, soldiers and college, a mood disorder, break-ups and plenty of deceit, Evelyn and Clara learn how a sister can be first loved and later hated, in equal regard.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Keep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; is a story of two girls struggling to find their identities both within their family unit and outside of it; a story that details equally the lives of both Evelyn and Clara as they grow and change as individuals and in their relationship with each other. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHn_sH-xmAY/TicoX9WCcMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/RMh9ATGKHWU/s1600/IMG_0421.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHn_sH-xmAY/TicoX9WCcMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/RMh9ATGKHWU/s400/IMG_0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631514251119194306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The printed version! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, my dear readers, for bearing with me over the years in my long absences from the blog world as I worked on this project. I hope that with this hurdle finished, I will be back for some more regular blogging in the months to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1095840486805209864?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1095840486805209864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1095840486805209864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1095840486805209864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1095840486805209864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/07/finished.html' title='FINISHED!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHn_sH-xmAY/TicoX9WCcMI/AAAAAAAAA6o/RMh9ATGKHWU/s72-c/IMG_0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2945741204574140238</id><published>2011-04-05T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:00:13.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the third installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month-year-three.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDWFrxDA474/TYgUqPbfgTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-72ezLSQ7ng/s1600/tumblr_lgqr3xXBFy1qz6r1ho1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDWFrxDA474/TYgUqPbfgTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-72ezLSQ7ng/s400/tumblr_lgqr3xXBFy1qz6r1ho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586738053682004274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How To Sew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[By &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16486148374821966457"&gt;Martha Silano&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://craborchardreview.siuc.edu/"&gt;Crab Orchard Review&lt;/a&gt; Volume 14, Number 1 Winter/Spring 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need a mouthful of pins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need a Simplicity pattern, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the onion-skin sheets explaining--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with dotted lines, with numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and arrows--palazzo pants, a hooded dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is the storeowner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her rhinestone pince-nez glasses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how she flips and flips your chosen bolt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lavender fabric spilling out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a colossal ribbon candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is the sound of scissors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slicing through a poly-cotton blend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will need to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about edges, about gathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, the whole contraption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disguised to look like a table. Meanwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lifting the lid, reaching in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the smooth black cat, needle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a mouth. Meanwhile, threading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bobbin; the squeaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the foot pedal. You will discover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is satisfaction in edgestitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edgestitching and stitch ripping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will wear the flawed apron,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only you will know the flaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will learn to tie off knots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrsamberapple.tumblr.com/post/3344409380/lovely-thread"&gt;[Image Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2945741204574140238?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2945741204574140238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2945741204574140238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2945741204574140238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2945741204574140238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-blitz-three.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Three.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDWFrxDA474/TYgUqPbfgTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-72ezLSQ7ng/s72-c/tumblr_lgqr3xXBFy1qz6r1ho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6232646412982088616</id><published>2011-04-04T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:00:04.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Our Little West Coast Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well friends, we're back from &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/california-here-we-come.html"&gt;our vacation in sunny California&lt;/a&gt; and now we're fully rested and ready to take on another few cold weeks in Chicago until spring finally comes to us! Here's a little recap of our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We played shuffleboard with T's sister and cousins one night, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then we just had to go back the next day &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to challenge T's aunt and uncle (we won!).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqGNdv3aRB0/TZk2PiV5gZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/_anDgfPUeP4/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560052901773714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HFdx_vuwlQ/TZk2P6YF3GI/AAAAAAAAA4c/hhxM9zuu1QM/s400/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560059353422946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next day we went for brunch at Ruby's on the Huntington Beach pier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was pretty cloudy, but the waves were big and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we watched a surf contest for awhile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2YBxyf8Uc/TZk2QD1lzMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TuMSlP6D7gQ/s400/IMG_1660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560061893070018" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAC7Ak5gr2s/TZk2QZCY1MI/AAAAAAAAA4s/2HS6MMFZ1mw/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560067583890626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On Monday, we spent the day visiting T's 87-year-old great uncle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and playing hours of gin with him. I just hope I'm like him when I'm that age!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5h9mqB0j5C0/TZk2QjwwpgI/AAAAAAAAA40/sVK4R3QlG6U/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560070462744066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later, we watched the Anaheim Ducks (quack! quack! quack!) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;beat the Colorado Avalanche &amp;amp; hit up In &amp;amp; Out Burger afterwards with our lovely hosts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qX5r6l9rww0/TZk2kX7zX-I/AAAAAAAAA48/LLxtCimXsM8/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560410885218274" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WISGGzmYnII/TZk2kvUmSrI/AAAAAAAAA5E/kPcRVD8iT0A/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560417163233970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On our last day, T played golf and I had a lovely brunch with my sister-in-law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;right on the beach at Crystal Cove, where they've restored old vacation homes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;into a cute little vacation spot where the skies were so incredibly blue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were able to glimpse dozens of dolphins while we were there!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCEPPumlAf4/TZk2lB8ngKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/6Z_6ozOe5Ok/s400/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560422162923682" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwQoQbZrnCo/TZk2lVmO2DI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7TPwZI5MVuM/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwQoQbZrnCo/TZk2lVmO2DI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7TPwZI5MVuM/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591560427437742130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was so nice just to be able to relax, hang out with family, get a lot of writing done, and plan out &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month-year-three.html"&gt;my poetry blitz for National Poetry Month&lt;/a&gt;. Make sure you check back for a good healthy dose of poetry for the next few weeks--and let's cross our fingers for some more sun in the midwest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6232646412982088616?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6232646412982088616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6232646412982088616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6232646412982088616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6232646412982088616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-little-west-coast-vacation.html' title='Our Little West Coast Vacation'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqGNdv3aRB0/TZk2PiV5gZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/_anDgfPUeP4/s72-c/IMG_1652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2062283288437995276</id><published>2011-04-03T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:00:06.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the second installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month-year-three.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qo01xT2OSU/TYgTGUnR5QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nfl_mEQy75I/s1600/5496975189_2afdec1f73_b_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qo01xT2OSU/TYgTGUnR5QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nfl_mEQy75I/s400/5496975189_2afdec1f73_b_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586736337086702850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being in Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[By &lt;a href="http://www.othervoicespoetry.org/vol2/ckim/bio.html"&gt;Chungmi Kim&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Glacier Lily, &lt;a href="http://isbndb.com/d/publisher/red_hen_press.html"&gt;Red Hen Press&lt;/a&gt;, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awakened from a dream, I curl up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and turn. The roses on the dresser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile and your words bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The red roses for Valentine’s Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like in a film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughts of you unfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moment by moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vaguely hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sound of your spoon scooping cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the water stream in the shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the buzzing noise of your electric razor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a singing of cicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your footsteps in and out of the bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lips touching my cheek lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sound of the door shutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall asleep again under the warm quilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily like a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon waking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the kitchen counter I find a half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grapefruit carefully cut and sectioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a loving touch is a milestone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my newly found happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deardaisycottage/5496975189/lightbox/"&gt;[Image Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2062283288437995276?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2062283288437995276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2062283288437995276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2062283288437995276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2062283288437995276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-blitz-two.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Two.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qo01xT2OSU/TYgTGUnR5QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nfl_mEQy75I/s72-c/5496975189_2afdec1f73_b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-109923521282128526</id><published>2011-04-01T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:02:30.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month-year-three.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weWZfUDODE4/TYgP0G-ST2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/y3t_ZNlh7Xs/s1600/4824625_SXUKSaCk_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weWZfUDODE4/TYgP0G-ST2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/y3t_ZNlh7Xs/s400/4824625_SXUKSaCk_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586732725652574050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acquainted with the Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[By &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/West-Running-Brook-Robert-Frost/dp/B00085M5H8"&gt;West-Running Brook&lt;/a&gt;, Henry Holt &amp;amp; Co, 1928&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been one acquainted with the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have outwalked the furthest city light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked down the saddest city lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have passed by the watchman on his beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When far away an interrupted cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came over houses from another street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not to call me back or say good-bye;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And further still at an unearthly height,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One luminary clock against the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been one acquainted with the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vincenzo_giordano/5423967447/"&gt;[Image Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-109923521282128526?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/109923521282128526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=109923521282128526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/109923521282128526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/109923521282128526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-blitz-one.html' title='Poetry Blitz, One.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weWZfUDODE4/TYgP0G-ST2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/y3t_ZNlh7Xs/s72-c/4824625_SXUKSaCk_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7780075143440174644</id><published>2011-04-01T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:00:00.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>National Poetry Month! [year three!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gaMALaGyNk/TZUOlaKWViI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y6kIqpjnJXM/s1600/npm2011_poster_540.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gaMALaGyNk/TZUOlaKWViI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y6kIqpjnJXM/s400/npm2011_poster_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590390548291016226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/images/npm2011_poster_540.jpg"&gt;Poets.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again this year, I will celebrate &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-april-goodbye.html"&gt;National Poetry Month&lt;/a&gt; again in Chicago. What this means is that as I walk down the sidewalks without my winter coat and breathe in the springlike air, I don't really see the &lt;i&gt;effects&lt;/i&gt; of National Poetry Month. No one is wearing berets, carrying bongos. I don't hear an overabundance of metaphors. To put it simply: I am disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.hope.edu/about/"&gt;Hope College&lt;/a&gt;, where I received my undergraduate degree, NPM is starts with a bang--or, a blitz. As a combined April Fool's Day/NPM event, students wake up on April 1st to find the campus sprinkled with poems: taped on doors, windows, sidewalk squares, or tied to trees and bikes. Little elves had been hard at work all night long to make sure that even non-English majors at Hope College could experience Billy Collins or Walt Whitman or even their fellow students' poetry. And the blitz's effect was clear: even the college's janitors contacted English professors, telling them that they sat around during their lunch breaks reading the print-outs, keeping them tucked next to their mops and buckets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what will follow over the next month will be a (small) poetry blitz of my own. Enjoy, and I only wish you could have stumbled upon these treasures hanging from a tree or maybe in your mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note: this post is a repeat of a post from two years ago, but in order to explain my intentions, I decided to repost it. Why try to say it again, when I already explained it best?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Here are other Hope College alumni who took the opportunity to write about and/or continue blitzing after their years at Hope: &lt;a href="http://devotesherlife.blogspot.com/2005/04/blitzed.html"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://al.gcsu.edu/atefat-peckham.php"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://76elisenstrasse.blogspot.com/2005/03/blitz-night.html"&gt;K Maria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7780075143440174644?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7780075143440174644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7780075143440174644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7780075143440174644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7780075143440174644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month-year-three.html' title='National Poetry Month! [year three!]'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gaMALaGyNk/TZUOlaKWViI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y6kIqpjnJXM/s72-c/npm2011_poster_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3023374288407519267</id><published>2011-03-29T11:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:51:17.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>[book ends] book list: Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I'm not sure if I should be a little ashamed that it's March 29th and I just finished my first book OF THE YEAR, or if I should just be happy that I actually squeezed the time in the read one at all. Either way, here goes!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJLXIRm1ybQ/TZIX8hKxTnI/AAAAAAAAA28/A088SUZZHsU/s1600/hotel%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcorner%2Bof%2Bbitter%2Band%2Bsweet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJLXIRm1ybQ/TZIX8hKxTnI/AAAAAAAAA28/A088SUZZHsU/s400/hotel%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcorner%2Bof%2Bbitter%2Band%2Bsweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589556415983341170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Corner-Bitter-Sweet-Novel/dp/0345505336"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.jamieford.com/about-jamie/"&gt;Jamie Ford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one level, I enjoyed reading this book. Ever since I started dating my now-husband almost six years ago, I have been very interested in Japanese culture (and especially the effect of WWII on the American-born Japanese in the US), as his dad's side of his family is Japanese. Because of this, I found &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Corner-Bitter-Sweet-Novel/dp/0345505336"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/a&gt; an eye-opening read; I hadn't yet read anything about the Japanese-Chinese dynamics in the US during WWII, and it was also good to finally read something that portrayed at least some of what the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_American_internment"&gt;Japanese internment period&lt;/a&gt; may have been like for those in the camps. I'd definitely love to read more about this--especially in a nonfiction account, and definitely written from the perspective of someone in the camp, rather than a visitor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I felt there were a few drawbacks to the book. Personally, I found the story a little too sentimental--and this is coming from a girl who loves sentiment. Maybe it was the twelve-year-olds in love (although I  believed it in Philip Pullman's &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/pullman/books/books.html"&gt;His Dark Materials Series&lt;/a&gt;) or maybe it was just that the characters needed a little more depth (we get the impression that Henry is outwardly different than what we are the reader are seeing internally, but we never get to see this for ourselves), but either way, I found myself often thinking "I should be happy about this," or "I think I'm supposed to feel like crying here," but the emotion never went much past that. I think maybe part of this stemmed from the fact that the main characters was at the end of his life, and I got the impression that he had nothing to gain, and nothing to lose. Ultimately, I didn't feel any real stakes for him, and what he was looking for, besides sentiment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I will take away from this read is a reminder for my own writing project: no matter how many interesting things may happen in a book, it won't affect the reader unless the characters have depth and something that is at risk in their venture. And so now I'm off to work on just that in my novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3023374288407519267?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3023374288407519267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3023374288407519267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3023374288407519267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3023374288407519267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-ends-book-list-hotel-on-corner-of.html' title='[book ends] book list: Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJLXIRm1ybQ/TZIX8hKxTnI/AAAAAAAAA28/A088SUZZHsU/s72-c/hotel%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcorner%2Bof%2Bbitter%2Band%2Bsweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8242531044015732717</id><published>2011-03-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:00:16.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>California, Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDp_FG_AzDQ/TYrA0F_CrNI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4QjphlvF5Tg/s400/IMG_2890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587490288898845906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we're jumping on a plane after work and headed out to sunny California for a little five-day vacation. We'll be visiting T's sister, his aunt and great uncle while we're there (in Huntington Beach, in Orange County), soaking up some sun and while T is hoping to get in some golf, I'm hoping to pump up my word count (while sitting outside, of course!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;California is one of our favorite vacation spots; we've been going there to visit since our first year of dating, in 2005, and we have so many great memories there from the past six years. We've watched sunrises, walked to the beach while eating clementines, biked along the coast, and whale-watched. And here we are in Laguna Beach back in 2006--so young! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-el5qMlmllDk/TYrC-UiMg0I/AAAAAAAAA20/nYrU8E2tD4Q/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587492663626335042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to share some pictures from our little trip with you all next week! I'll try to bring some sunshine back with me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8242531044015732717?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8242531044015732717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8242531044015732717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8242531044015732717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8242531044015732717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/california-here-we-come.html' title='California, Here We Come'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDp_FG_AzDQ/TYrA0F_CrNI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4QjphlvF5Tg/s72-c/IMG_2890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5714442875080592786</id><published>2011-03-21T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:32:45.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away (aka I need rain boots!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwYe3p--5Y/TYa2cmZRthI/AAAAAAAAA2M/L3PRt38GRhk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B9.22.10%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwYe3p--5Y/TYa2cmZRthI/AAAAAAAAA2M/L3PRt38GRhk/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B9.22.10%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586352990258837010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwYe3p--5Y/TYa2cmZRthI/AAAAAAAAA2M/L3PRt38GRhk/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B9.22.10%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a forecast like this in Chicago's near future, I'm dreading the fact that my rain boots recently left me with wet feet due to holes in the heels. But when I started doing a little online browsing to figure out the best way to keep my feet dry for the rest of this midwest spring, I found myself overwhelmed by too many options! I don't know if I should get tall or short, colorful or neutral, bulky or stylish. So here's my rain boot roundup, in the hopes that the process of posting this (or my readers sweet comments) will help me make a decision!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fQs-NdIvlk/TVwvtIG6ytI/AAAAAAAAAzk/TOuYXA0Am2w/s400/Picture%2B5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574382891094952658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bogsfootwear.com/_product_78056/CLASSIC_HIGH_PAISLEY_BLK"&gt;Bogs "Classic High Paisley"&lt;/a&gt; in black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arTITTFlMkw/TVws6GcIDgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EcVdGqnPGh4/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574379815450447362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://usa.hunter-boot.com/2/6/Product-Search/Original-Tall-Women/RED/HNTORGW_RED.aspx?col=6"&gt;Women's Original Tall" Hunter Boot&lt;/a&gt; in red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f8VTmOIYj8/TVwy5zRtYbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/f-PCdOpTAvQ/s400/Picture%2B9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574386407376249266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://piperlime.gap.com/browse/product.do?pid=787209&amp;amp;kwid=1&amp;amp;sem=false&amp;amp;sdReferer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.piperlime.com%2Fproducts%2Frain-boots.jsp"&gt;Crocs Crocband Jaunt Boot&lt;/a&gt;" in black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSDkhKPF_mI/TVws59WWbsI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aYs87O4u2T4/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574379813010304706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://usa.hunter-boot.com/2/27/Product-Search/Andora/PLUM/ANDORA_PLU.aspx?col=27"&gt;Andora Wedge" Hunter Boot&lt;/a&gt; in plum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PVxKSLfK6ec/TVws5ip3ABI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LI9S7BDzNWk/s400/47224108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574379805844373522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.tretorn.com/skerry/p/47224108/"&gt;Tretorn "Skerry" Boot&lt;/a&gt; in aqua sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q77DhAeLfyk/TVwxMnrvMcI/AAAAAAAAAzs/upl0LGBWCV8/s400/Picture%2B8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574384531658453442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dsw.com/shoe/sporto+women's+aroostic+weatherproof+duck+shoe?prodId=192908"&gt;Sporto Women's "Aroostic Weatherproof Duck Shoe" &lt;/a&gt;in Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm leaning toward either the Hunter boots or the Tretorns, but I'm sure that I can be swayed ;) Maybe I'll just have to save up and get a couple different styles of rain boots--if only we lived somewhere really rainy like Seattle where purchases like that would be justified!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay dry, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5714442875080592786?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5714442875080592786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5714442875080592786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5714442875080592786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5714442875080592786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/rain-rain-go-away-aka-i-need-rain-boots.html' title='Rain, rain go away (aka I need rain boots!)'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofwYe3p--5Y/TYa2cmZRthI/AAAAAAAAA2M/L3PRt38GRhk/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B9.22.10%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6342376858433729140</id><published>2011-03-17T21:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:30:26.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color collection'/><title type='text'>Color Collection [GREEN]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dawn was apple-green,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sky was green wine held up in the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moon was a golden petal between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She opened her eyes, and green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They shone, clear like flowers undone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time, now for the first time seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[D.H. Lawrence "Green"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iSb4zUBBLs/TYLKZqD5S9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/aRXZjv0dyEQ/s400/tree1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585249030029003730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://designartist.cafe24.com/front/php/product.php?product_no=10&amp;amp;main_cate_no=1&amp;amp;display_group=2#"&gt;design artist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4VtBPtXiJc/TYLOFYZuCkI/AAAAAAAAA18/0CRoKpO4i3U/s400/1422_artworkimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585253079737829954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20x200.com/art/2009/07/stairway.html"&gt;20x200.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qu2UuiyAV4/TYLKauxSg_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/9jwPEW6bjQo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B9.56.58%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585249048473011186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=073807&amp;amp;catId=HOME-TABLETOP-DINNERWARE&amp;amp;navCount=48&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;pushId=HOME-TABLETOP-DINNERWARE&amp;amp;popId=HOME-TABLETOP-DINNERWARE&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;color=030&amp;amp;subCategoryId=HOME-DINNER-PLATES"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9rxUFihFYI/TYLKZ6tDV5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/fi2mXIZQjZk/s400/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c0133ed801940970b-400wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585249034496595858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/happiness-is/2010/05/diy-off-the-wall-suspended-gardens.html"&gt;shannon eileen blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA4PN3GTiCI/TYLOFrOhaSI/AAAAAAAAA2E/8vVIjHyPhA4/s1600/il_570xN.227998205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVvqJJ_62ks/TYLKaKq-IUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/R7cGyPDv2rY/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-17%2Bat%2B9.55.07%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585249038782832962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=20101432&amp;amp;catId=HOME-KITCHEN&amp;amp;pushId=HOME-KITCHEN&amp;amp;popId=HOME&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;navCount=198&amp;amp;color=030&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;subCategoryId=HOME-KITCHEN-GADGETS"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just thought I'd share my first Color Collection post with you today--GREEN for St. Patrick's Day! I have to admit... I forgot to wear green today. But I hope this post makes up for it! [Please don't pinch me!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been working on a some new blogs posts of collections of things that I like, organized by color. These things range from clothes to inspirational images to art to home decor. I also hope to throw in a colorful literary element as well, to create a mix of all my favorite things. I hope you enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6342376858433729140?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6342376858433729140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6342376858433729140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6342376858433729140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6342376858433729140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/color-collection-green.html' title='Color Collection [GREEN]'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iSb4zUBBLs/TYLKZqD5S9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/aRXZjv0dyEQ/s72-c/tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5291500471484688004</id><published>2011-03-06T17:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:30:30.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookends book list'/><title type='text'>Book Help! (Please &amp; Thank You!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/06/3081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/06/s_3081.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, it's nearly mid-March and I have yet to finish a book and review it for my readers. This unfortunate dilemma boils down to two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been working (a lot!) on my novel (page count is up to 170)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just can't seem to get into any of the books I've started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers, here's your chance to speak up for any of these said boring books so that I can give them another chance (if they so deserve it) OR suggest a different can't-put-it-down read for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d.html/ref=redir_mdp_mobile/177-3015146-9246863?a=0452282829"&gt;iWe Were the Mulvaneys&lt;/a&gt;by Joyce Carol Oates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d.html/ref=redir_mdp_mobile/177-3015146-9246863?a=1594202702"&gt;A Secret Gift&lt;/a&gt; by Ted Gup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d.html/ref=redir_mdp_mobile/177-3015146-9246863?a=0061256684"&gt;Waiter Rant&lt;/a&gt; by Steve Dublanica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d.html/ref=redir_mdp_mobile/177-3015146-9246863?a=0345505336"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/a&gt; by Jamie Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speak up, friends! I'm longing for a good read and to actually read a book this year! (What a novel idea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; L. Stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5291500471484688004?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5291500471484688004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5291500471484688004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5291500471484688004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5291500471484688004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-help-please-thank-you.html' title='Book Help! (Please &amp;amp; Thank You!)'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1264569101597753215</id><published>2011-02-21T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:00:20.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week ends'/><title type='text'>[book ends] weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear readers, I hope you all had a lovely weekend. As always, I wish I had snapped more pictures, but it is a habit that I'm sure will take awhile to get used to. (And I know I'll be very thankful once I'm used to it because I'm so sad about some of the things I've missed taking pictures of in the past few years.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I spent time drinking wine and catching up with girlfriends from college (and no, didn't take pictures, boo). Then, my in-laws came to visit and we had a relaxing day playing cards (T &amp;amp; I won!) and eating at our favorite restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.angelinaristorante.com/"&gt;Angelina's&lt;/a&gt;. T had bugged his parents for weeks to bring one of their Boston Terrier doggies to visit, and as you can see, they surprised us with one! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSG5vUWkR8s/TWHL9lD56QI/AAAAAAAAA0c/3lQlbxfB_d0/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962072442333442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new table runner--can you tell we're hopeful for spring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14oAbEq-tgQ/TWHL92akjEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WasudSrv01E/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962077100805186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got coffee from my new favorite place, and I flipped through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/"&gt;boden&lt;/a&gt; catalogue, and fell in love with &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Coats-Jackets/Coats/WE284/Womens-Rainyday-Duffle.html?NavGroupID=2"&gt;this raincoat&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Skirts/Above-Knee-Skirts/WG391/Womens-Stitched-Hem-Mini.html?NavGroupID=13"&gt;this fun mini skirt&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Knitwear/Cardigans/WK624/Womens-Layered-Chiffon-Cardigan.html?NavGroupID=6"&gt;this ruffled cardigan&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Swimwear/Swimsuits/WS023/Womens-Retro-Swimsuit.html?NavGroupID=17"&gt;this retro china blue swimsui&lt;/a&gt;t (a one piece!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FArdO199234/TWHL9rCaByI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WlUsMAzaaG4/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962074046662434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our doggie surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-dFlX73IxA/TWHL9nAQ6OI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rHNP_jcPuBI/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962072963934434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZy6weBLjDM/TWHL966jTaI/AAAAAAAAA08/Z3UArU_AxL0/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962078308683170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwPbm8pfcIU/TWHMDEbjEsI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qUo-wyPYC2s/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575962166762345154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LbSvUMQTns/TWHQyTh2T6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/F6rFn-YRpXo/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575967376315666338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mister hanging out with man's best friend while watching TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He had no idea I was taking this of him... hee hee! Isn't it just adorable?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the doggie needs a name, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great week, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I took these pictures with the Hipstamatic App on my iPhone... what do you think? I kind of like the grainy, vintage look to them. But I need to play around with the App more to learn all the different options. Any advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1264569101597753215?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1264569101597753215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1264569101597753215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1264569101597753215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1264569101597753215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-ends-weekends_21.html' title='[book ends] weekends'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSG5vUWkR8s/TWHL9lD56QI/AAAAAAAAA0c/3lQlbxfB_d0/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6269130445982093992</id><published>2011-02-16T23:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:26:34.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>[book ends] weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm posting this weekend post several days late, but only because I have needed to be 100% lazy for the past couple days after I turned in 115 pages of my thesis to my advisor on Monday. For the past month and a half nearly all my spare time went into revising the first five chapters of my novel, so it has felt really nice to just relax, watch TV and play Words with Friends on my NEW iPHONE! (My husband's wedding gift to me... only a few months belated!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have many pictures from the past weekend because it consisted mostly of writing, or sitting around knowing I needed to write, but instead staring at a computer screen and scrolling uuuupppp and doooowwwn my 115-page document. (One of my favorite things to do... It's so fulfilling to see a body of work that long with your own name on it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, what I do have documented is: breakfast in bed (courtesy of my husband). Saugatuck Coffee Company, my new favorite local coffee shop (and it's less than a block from our apartment!). And some little kiddo feet because I spent part of the weekend working overtime for the family I nanny for while the parents were on vacation (don't those little shoes just make you melt?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-073DW0psgGU/TV0rrRqdrfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8reZooa4FdQ/s1600/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-073DW0psgGU/TV0rrRqdrfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8reZooa4FdQ/s400/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574659936230419954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQRyQJBLwQ8/TV0rq0yX3fI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7YuhYkS1TpI/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQRyQJBLwQ8/TV0rq0yX3fI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7YuhYkS1TpI/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574659928478965234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMNT0oibVlI/TVyu7OTdfnI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Ovq589VbU-A/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMNT0oibVlI/TVyu7OTdfnI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Ovq589VbU-A/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574522771253067378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This coming weekend, I have a wine &amp;amp; cheese night with some girlfriends, the in-laws visiting on Saturday, and some crafts to do, so I hope to have much more exciting pictures the next time around. Is it the weekend yet? :) (And the good news is that it almost is!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6269130445982093992?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6269130445982093992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6269130445982093992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6269130445982093992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6269130445982093992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-ends-weekends_16.html' title='[book ends] weekends'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-073DW0psgGU/TV0rrRqdrfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8reZooa4FdQ/s72-c/IMG_1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3183241278863584275</id><published>2011-02-15T10:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:50:13.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOOsQv75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/IeBH6z49798/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;my husband&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhMFvUAYrCw/TVqrYU2h26I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nn_p40S3eLk/s400/x2_49de8b1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573955923227040674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[I came home on Valentine's Day, after 24 hours of babysitting, to these &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely blooms (hydrangeas! my favorite!) and a just-poured &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glass of red wine... I just had to brag. Hope you all had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a perfectly lovely Valentine's Day!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I have a few &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-ends-weekends.html"&gt;pictures from my weekend&lt;/a&gt; to post, and will do so later today, promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S. Speaking of the mister, any of you blog readers who also tweet, T just signed up for Twitter! Show him some love and follow him! (His username is &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/hugewater"&gt;hugewater&lt;/a&gt;.) Oh! And you better be following me, too! :) (Mine is &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/LaurenStacks"&gt;laurenstacks&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3183241278863584275?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3183241278863584275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3183241278863584275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3183241278863584275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3183241278863584275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhMFvUAYrCw/TVqrYU2h26I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nn_p40S3eLk/s72-c/x2_49de8b1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6092650407197762637</id><published>2011-02-07T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:00:17.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week ends'/><title type='text'>[book ends] weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is the second week of my [book ends] weekends posts, explained &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-ends-weekends.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I am just loving how doing these blog posts is making me take more pictures, which I know I'm be thankful for down the road, even if they are of smile and minuscule parts of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out our weekend by making a delicious dinner of ahi tuna, rice and my new favorite vegetable, brussel sprouts, which I roasted with olive oil, salt and pepper. (I never thought I'd be saying that I love brussel sprouts!) We finished off our meal by &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding-photos-reception.html"&gt;toasting to some of our wedding guests&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9Pls4Ne8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/cTx80Rx76-o/s400/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570758773201271746" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9PmL1j6cI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RAMlbRHx0sQ/s400/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570758781511657922" /&gt;Saturday morning, I met some girlfriends from college at &lt;a href="http://orangerestaurantchicago.com/orange/html/"&gt;Orange&lt;/a&gt; for brunch. I did a little window shopping at &lt;a href="http://foursidedonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Two Sided&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite Chicago gift shops, and had to snap a picture of "Burritos as big as your head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9Pmj_AGdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ItUA9wVVXks/s400/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570758787993704914" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9PnHfjw0I/AAAAAAAAAyU/aSpyDu0qB7k/s400/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570758797525500738" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P2wdtnAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ksmn-7AtO9c/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570759066221648898" /&gt;I started reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Corner-Bitter-Sweet-Novel/dp/0345505336"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/a&gt;, a recommendation from my sister-in-law, and plugged through the last two New Yorker issues I haven't finished yet. On Superbowl Sunday, I had the apartment to myself and therefore had a Super-writing Sunday, complete with coconut shrimp and chipotle hummus. And since I didn't have cheerleaders, I just cheered for myself... "rah, rah, rah!! You can do it!" Hee hee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P4Ga_4MI/AAAAAAAAAys/-k1HYZeLzLQ/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P4Ga_4MI/AAAAAAAAAys/-k1HYZeLzLQ/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P4Ga_4MI/AAAAAAAAAys/-k1HYZeLzLQ/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570759089295712450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P3d0KvSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/QipiTogWFac/s1600/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9P3d0KvSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/QipiTogWFac/s400/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570759078395428130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6092650407197762637?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6092650407197762637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6092650407197762637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6092650407197762637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6092650407197762637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-ends-weekends.html' title='[book ends] weekends'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9Pls4Ne8I/AAAAAAAAAx8/cTx80Rx76-o/s72-c/IMG_1617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-735160683213130171</id><published>2011-02-06T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:35:11.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>In the Writing Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU85NWiSfiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/M1MdiFvIZvM/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-06%2Bat%2B6.12.41%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570734165631073826" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9CaVsoLDI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5lROtVwEIpU/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-06%2Bat%2B6.52.27%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU9CaVsoLDI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5lROtVwEIpU/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-06%2Bat%2B6.52.27%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570744284348951602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a 100+ page thesis deadline looming one week from today, I've been cracking down on my novel, and spending many hours revising, researching, and writing, writing, writing. But in order to do so, I've had to get into the 1930s mood, as the section I've been working on takes place between 1931 and 1943. In order to do so, I've researched images from the 1930s and 40s (see above), I've read old magazine articles from that time (so interesting!), and I've been listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/World-War-II-Radio-Hits/dp/B0025Z0THM"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I'm hoping that some of my time spent watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0979432/"&gt;Boardwalk Empire&lt;/a&gt; also helps me get into the writing mood. Now all I need is to put some feathers in my hair and learn how to fix it into finger waves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do to get into your writing projects? Please share--I can always use advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, time to get down to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sources: &lt;a href="http://www.alfonsomerlos.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/great_depression.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chartingstocks.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/1930s.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://img2.moonbuggy.org/imgstore/so-the-harder-a-wife-works-the-cuter-she-looks.jpg"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.reading.ac.uk/merl/imagelibrary/images/steam/P%20FW%20T43b.jpg"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1968870"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2063817"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5747268"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-735160683213130171?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/735160683213130171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=735160683213130171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/735160683213130171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/735160683213130171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-writing-mood.html' title='In the Writing Mood'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TU85NWiSfiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/M1MdiFvIZvM/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-06%2Bat%2B6.12.41%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5042287988082340165</id><published>2011-01-31T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:00:09.320-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week ends'/><title type='text'>[book ends] weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by Kate from &lt;a href="http://forme-foryou.com/"&gt;For Me, For You&lt;/a&gt;, and her &lt;a href="http://forme-foryou.com/category/bits-of-my-weekend"&gt;Bits of My Weekend&lt;/a&gt; posts, I've decided to institute a similar trend here on [book ends]. For a long time now, I've regretting not taking more pictures of day-to-day things, and most specifically on my weekends (because let's be honest, for any working twenty-somes, weekends are what we spend our whole week pining for). So, each Monday from here on out I'm hoping to post a handful of pictures from our weekend adventures, no matter how boring I may think they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is T's birthday weekend, and so we ate well. The first pictures are from &lt;a href="http://www.zed451.com/"&gt;Zed451&lt;/a&gt;, an all-you-can-eat steakhouse which was swanky, fun, and delicious. T's former roommates joined us and we ate our fill of meat and drank our fill of wine. The last photos are T's birthday dinner, homemade by yours truly. The menu consisted of lasagna in our &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chicago-Metallic-Lasagna-12-Inch-Cavities/dp/B0028RY0VI"&gt;lasagna trio pan&lt;/a&gt; (which makes plenty of crust pieces, his favorite), bread from our breadmaker, and chocolate flourless cupcakes with a chocolate coffee glaze. The last photo shows my most productive part of the weekend: reaching 104 revised thesis pages (though some still will need future revisions, of course). Enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7mVI1wLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/K13UZr8_rBk/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203518985486514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7ly-vGtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1Z5A6BWpU78/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203509816302290" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7mI7owwI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DMomPstzucU/s400/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203515708883714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7z579gNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ZHtflnCrLzk/s400/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203752201879762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7zis2WnI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UFK5KS5GYAk/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203745964481138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7m0pUnoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7B81y67uES4/s400/IMG_1600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203527443226242" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7nz5Wa9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/xEVNqWRA3IE/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568203544421886930" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZDRg0w1YI/AAAAAAAAAww/FVdn8p9jgOs/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-30%2Bat%2B11.05.41%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568211957438272898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a lovely week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5042287988082340165?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5042287988082340165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5042287988082340165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5042287988082340165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5042287988082340165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-ends-weekends.html' title='[book ends] weekends'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUY7mVI1wLI/AAAAAAAAAwI/K13UZr8_rBk/s72-c/IMG_1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4328824819955051060</id><published>2011-01-31T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:00:21.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm sending happy birthday wishes to my wonderful husband (of almost 5 months!) who is now a quarter of a century old! I don't know what I'd do without him: he cooks, he does the dishes, makes me laugh, forces me to relax when I'm stressed and always, always, pushes me to be the best person I can be. He's the funniest person I know, and I just love how he lights up whatever room he walks into with his smile and confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZPnbve3GI/AAAAAAAAAxY/w0MCB43GUMI/s400/bowling%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568225528170601570" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOPRorQTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nPmUp0YMTzA/s1600/DSCN1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOPRorQTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nPmUp0YMTzA/s400/DSCN1048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568224013629210930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOOUwSNkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MiB3ERUwwUM/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568223997286561346" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOPJifxII/AAAAAAAAAxI/fdFxYIfN6FE/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOPJifxII/AAAAAAAAAxI/fdFxYIfN6FE/s400/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568224011455808642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOOsQv75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/IeBH6z49798/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZOOsQv75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/IeBH6z49798/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568224003596742546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So &lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j93/ExcitingJAE/The_Office_US_1x04_149.jpg"&gt;Happy Bird Day&lt;/a&gt; to the mister. And many, many, many more, of course! I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4328824819955051060?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4328824819955051060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4328824819955051060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4328824819955051060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4328824819955051060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-t.html' title='Happy Birthday, T!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TUZPnbve3GI/AAAAAAAAAxY/w0MCB43GUMI/s72-c/bowling%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5563529506297748089</id><published>2010-12-22T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:00:08.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqKRU45XJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JQ7XEm91WpY/s1600/Guernsey%2BLiterary%2Band%2BPotato%2BPeel%2BSociety%2BBook%2BCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqKRU45XJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JQ7XEm91WpY/s400/Guernsey%2BLiterary%2Band%2BPotato%2BPeel%2BSociety%2BBook%2BCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551401520957316242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guernsey-Literary-Potato-Peel-Society/dp/0385340990"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/a&gt; by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I read this book early this summer, (even though I received it about a year ago from T’s cousin, who works at Random House) and I’ll admit that I was skeptical when I started it. It is a book that is in its entirety, dozens of letters between dozens of people. I have never been a big fan of novels or short stories written in letters, or even with letters included. I usually find them gimmicky, and feel that it is extremely hard to make the characters engaging simply through their writing alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, this book was different. The authors of this novel found a way to really let their characters shine through in their letter writing, and I found the entire book simply lovely. It made me long for the days of snail mail, when people wrote about their feelings and dreams rather than just emails and texts about what we do. I am a huge fan of any book set around WWII, and I just ate up the historical information about the German occupation on the island of Guernsey, between England and France. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the book is untraditional in the sense that it is only letters, I still find myself recommending it to many of my friends looking for a new book to read. It's a quiet, leisurely, unexpected read that I know I will reread again in the future, if not only for fun, but also to try to learn how the authors accomplished what they did, and what I can borrow for my own writing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5563529506297748089?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5563529506297748089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5563529506297748089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5563529506297748089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5563529506297748089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/book-ends-book-list-guernsey-literary.html' title='book ends book list: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqKRU45XJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JQ7XEm91WpY/s72-c/Guernsey%2BLiterary%2Band%2BPotato%2BPeel%2BSociety%2BBook%2BCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2567487181768252185</id><published>2010-12-21T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:00:03.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Deck the Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mister and I got our first Christmas tree a few weeks ago (sadly a fake one, because of allergies) and set it up when we returned from our Thanksgiving holiday in Iowa. I got the tree for a great deal ($40, marked down from $120 at Joann’s) and while it’s a pretty skinny little thing, I’m just glad we can have some holiday cheer around for our first Christmas together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TRAhcGhkj5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/Aiuffs9Ryow/s400/IMG_1543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552975107219296146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Our little tree!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been killing me that I hadn’t crafted anything since our wedding, and our lack of holiday décor and a shortage of funds to buy all the Pottery barn and Crate &amp;amp; Barrel holiday decorations we long for has left perusing Etsy for inspiration. I’ve found several handmade items for sale that I decided, well, that I could make myself. And the first of those inspirations became this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TRAhcZbl5_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/TkxfMAztyyw/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552975112294492146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Crafted from Michael's paper mache letters, vintage sheet music, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;modge podge, craft glue and red glitter]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on my list of holiday crafts include &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62483779/white-lace-christmas-tree-tabletop"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little treasure, and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62384948/vintage-sheet-music-cone-wreath-ornament"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; fun gem, whenever I find the time, that is. And once I collect enough glass ornaments, I'd love to make &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/59378328/blue-and-silver-christmas-ornament?ref=sr_list_35&amp;amp;ga_search_query=glass+ornament+wreath&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=5&amp;amp;order=&amp;amp;includes%5B0%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B1%5D=title&amp;amp;filter%5B0%5D=handmade"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers, what do you do for the holidays? My mom is the queen of Christmas décor, and so I hope that someday I will have enough Christmas items to follow in her footsteps with loads of holiday trim, two Christmas trees, and plenty of vintage charm for the future holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2567487181768252185?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2567487181768252185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2567487181768252185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2567487181768252185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2567487181768252185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/deck-halls.html' title='Deck the Halls'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TRAhcGhkj5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/Aiuffs9Ryow/s72-c/IMG_1543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7054644646737472124</id><published>2010-12-20T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:00:10.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>Wedding Photos: The Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Finally* the last installment of pictures from our wedding. These have been a long time coming, but I finally found some time to get them uploaded during my little Christmas vacation. Better late than never, right? (And again, pictures by Casey of &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photo&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's our reception!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4zQ7P54EI/AAAAAAAAArA/-XUc-iaPEGM/s400/IMG_2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534417357960241218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the reception, we rented a large, 3-peaked tent from &lt;a href="http://www.wmrentalco.com/"&gt;The Rental Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and camped out next to The Felt Estate's water garden &amp;amp; front patio. The weather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't the most cooperative, but we had sides for the tent, two large heaters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and plenty of good music (DJ: &lt;a href="http://www.dancetracksdj.com/"&gt;Dance Tracks&lt;/a&gt;) to keep people warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4zQuqCZvI/AAAAAAAAAq4/lpj8XHiMh0k/s400/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534417354580190962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In lieu of a guest book, we asked our guests to sign bottles of wine with paint pens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and then when we drink the wine we will toast to our guests!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4h4zqLoFI/AAAAAAAAAog/ucYwVVJutho/s400/IMG_3496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398251908440146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The centerpieces for the tables consisted of the following: vintage framed silhouette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;table numbers (they were all my grandmother's), antique blue Mason jars holding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;candles and flowers (feverfew &amp;amp; other small white daisy-like wildflowers), and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorful origami cranes paper-clipped for place cards (see images below). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM42NlAnjFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6_AldXnt8mM/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534420598985821266" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQ7N9zj9urI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7vsl-J4kE28/s400/IMG_3244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552601852291168946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;At the head table, we had gold frames with name cards for each person in our wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;party, and hanging from these frames were strands of gold origami cranes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4h4fPz7ZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ix2IXCtpPSw/s400/IMG_4148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398246429126034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story behind the origami cranes goes like this:  In Japan, it is an ancient legend (called “sembazuru”) that one thousand origami cranes will grant one thousand years of happiness and prosperity to a couple on their wedding day (and T is half Japanese). While some traditions maintain that the couple should fold all the cranes together (to learn patience, tolerance, and understanding), others claim that the one thousand cranes are usually a wedding gift to the couple from a close friend or family member. Our own batch of one thousand cranes was a mixture of the two traditions—we folded many of the cranes ourselves and also had help from many different friends and family members from all over the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4h5Rtpb2I/AAAAAAAAAow/C-GTID2GsxA/s400/IMG_3258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398259976040290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQ7N9XDK_KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/DpupQdq--cw/s400/IMG_3084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552601844637432994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wedding cake was cheesecake from &lt;a href="http://www.sinfulcheesecake.com/"&gt;Sinful Cheesecakes&lt;/a&gt;, and as their name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suggests, they are sinfully good. My aunt, who own &lt;a href="http://www.sprysigngraphics.com/"&gt;Spry Signs and Graphics&lt;/a&gt;, in my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hometown, crafted our silhouette cake toppers from plexiglass (and yes, that's really us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQ7VauuxjrI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CQd02HJDU5I/s400/IMG_3175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552610045791932082" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4h5OVYJGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/J7T0ds4okXc/s400/IMG_3180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534398259068937314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first dance: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhqBGJRLaVE"&gt;Everything's Right&lt;/a&gt; by Matt Wertz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQ7N9GtOmXI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DN2eV6o04TY/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552601840250427762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy-daughter dance: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x20y2b_stevie-ray-vaughan-pride-and-joy-li_music"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Joy&lt;/a&gt; by Stevie Ray Vaughan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQ7N9pMBUDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Vf-8XaFnzYg/s400/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552601849506385970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, our guests dancing the night away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It really is amazing how much time and energy is put into one day that flies by so quickly. I know it's a total cliche, but our wedding day was honestly my favorite day of my life so far because it was so cool to see all the most important people from both our lives (and from our past and present) come together to celebrate and bond over our union. Not only that, but marrying T felt so incredibly natural and right that the day just felt like we were throwing the best party we've ever thrown rather than some incredible life-changing event. It honestly was a celebration of our relationship and never felt big and scary, at least to me. I would relive that day all the time, if I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the glimpses (&lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-venue-bridal-attire.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-newlyweds-and-our.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;) into our wedding day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7054644646737472124?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7054644646737472124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7054644646737472124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7054644646737472124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7054644646737472124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding-photos-reception.html' title='Wedding Photos: The Reception'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4zQ7P54EI/AAAAAAAAArA/-XUc-iaPEGM/s72-c/IMG_2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2930994531647639190</id><published>2010-12-17T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:00:01.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqIUO2hFqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kgT1Cklvzvs/s1600/51ngbX%252BoQlL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqIUO2hFqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kgT1Cklvzvs/s400/51ngbX%252BoQlL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551399371853076130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Look-Like-Anyone-Know/dp/1441765298"&gt;You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://heathersellers.com/site/index.html"&gt;Heather Sellers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know from my post back on October 11th, I was so excited for this memoir by my former creative writing professor to come out--and to put it simply, I wasn't disappointed. Sellers has received rave reviews for this book; from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/10/books/review/Roach-t.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/You-Dont-Look-Like-Anyone-I-Know-by-Heather-Sellers-Book-Review"&gt;Oprah's booklist&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2010/11/12/131267727/living-with-face-blindness-who-are-you-again"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://heathersellers.com/site/AnyoneIKnow_video2.html"&gt;Rachel Ray&lt;/a&gt;. It's hard for me not to be a little biased, considering this woman is the reason why I became a writer, but I loved the book. I devoured all her quirky little details, loved her mentally ill mother and cross-dressing alcoholic father even with all their faults, and was mesmerized by the condition she lives with: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopagnosia"&gt;prosopagnosia&lt;/a&gt;, or face blindness. The best thing about this book? Sellers doesn't mull over her life-changing condition and whine and cry about how hard it is to live with; instead, she focuses mostly on her life and childhood, and uses prosopagnosia as a lens though which she views this all. And all in all, the reader comes to realize, and to actually believe, that Sellers truly appreciates her disorder and the person it has made her become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice? Read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2930994531647639190?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2930994531647639190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2930994531647639190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2930994531647639190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2930994531647639190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/book-ends-book-list-you-dont-look-like.html' title='book ends book list: You Don&apos;t Look Like Anyone I Know'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqIUO2hFqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kgT1Cklvzvs/s72-c/51ngbX%252BoQlL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1462924984100790110</id><published>2010-12-17T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:00:04.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Skinny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqJQ6OADqI/AAAAAAAAAug/6q9zofGo_T8/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqJQ6OADqI/AAAAAAAAAug/6q9zofGo_T8/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551400414286450338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While lately skinny jeans and jeggings have had a monopoly over my wardrobe, I think I may have fallen in love with a pair of non-skinny jeans for the first time in, well, a long time. The other day, I popped into the &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/home.do?tid=gogobue8t&amp;amp;kwid=1&amp;amp;ap=7&amp;amp;sem=true&amp;amp;mkwid=695DHTFc&amp;amp;adid=gur+tnc'&amp;amp;creative=6678036195"&gt;Gap&lt;/a&gt; to see if anything might catch my eye, and by the time I left I was drooling for their &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=48607&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=818198"&gt;Dark Wash Sexy Boot Trouser Jeans&lt;/a&gt;. I think they'd look great paired with a tucked-in white button-down shirt, and some fun heels. All I can say is watch out, skinny jeans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1462924984100790110?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1462924984100790110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1462924984100790110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1462924984100790110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1462924984100790110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-skinny.html' title='Goodbye Skinny?'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqJQ6OADqI/AAAAAAAAAug/6q9zofGo_T8/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6444523177713206260</id><published>2010-12-16T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:00:03.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: Larsson's "The Girl" Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqHW_pAJUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6DHa-Zh-i_Y/s1600/9cWQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqHW_pAJUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6DHa-Zh-i_Y/s400/9cWQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551398319797839170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10. /11. /12. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Dragon-Tattoo-Stieg-Larsson/dp/0307269752"&gt;The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Played-Fire-Vintage/dp/030745455X/ref=pd_sim_b_1"&gt;The Girl Who Played With Fire&lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Kicked-Hornets-Nest/dp/030726999X/ref=pd_sim_b_1"&gt;The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest&lt;/a&gt; by Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read 80% of this series on our plane ride to and from Hawaii during &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon-roundup.html"&gt;our honeymoon&lt;/a&gt; and while my new husband slept by the pool or watched sports in our villa (marriage didn't make him any less nuts about sports... hee hee). The main thing I liked about these books was that once I got into them, I could hardly put them down and that I didn't have to think too much as I read (which is very important after thinking wayyy too much about wedding details for several months). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But (yes, there's a but) I really disliked how long it took for each book to actually get going. Each of the installments was four- or five-hundred pages long, yet, in my opinion, each book could have been trimmed down to half its size, if Larson had just gotten to the point quicker, and hadn't lingered on so much backstory and explanation. By the third book, I definitely wanted to see what would happen to all the characters, but all Larson seemed content to have them do was sit around over open-faced sandwiches and chat about what the other characters might be up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the last few hundred pages of each story was super action-packed, and always filled with numerous twists, I also had a problem with the lack of character development in the books. The heroic womanizer was still a heroic womanizer in the end. The brave and smart but irrational girl was still a brave and smart but irrational girl in the end. In short, beside the events that happened between the first and third book, nothing actually changed about the characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would recommend this to anyone who wants a easy read, and who enjoys being entertained without thinking to hard. But to those who might be looking for something deeper behind their next reading session... choose &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-ends-book-list-help.html"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-excited.html"&gt;You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6444523177713206260?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6444523177713206260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6444523177713206260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6444523177713206260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6444523177713206260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/book-ends-book-list-larssons-girl.html' title='book ends book list: Larsson&apos;s &quot;The Girl&quot; Series'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQqHW_pAJUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6DHa-Zh-i_Y/s72-c/9cWQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7192255154745409246</id><published>2010-12-12T20:07:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:05:27.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>A Little Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays are fast approaching so I thought I'd share some of my recent finds that have been dancing like sugar plums in my head. I've already asked Santa for some more practical items, like a new hair straightener (mine is 6 years old, and dying), some white wine glasses for my &lt;a href="http://www.winelegacy.com/ItemDetail.aspx?Item_ID=380"&gt;new favorite wine&lt;/a&gt; (the only white wine I like), and socks! But still, a girl can dream... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWT2_xU7WI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m3QhwjIJd5k/s400/Picture%2B5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550004688844549474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/54640941/vintage-printers-drawer-6-letters-gray"&gt;Vintage Printers Tray&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/unExpectedParTie"&gt;Unexpected Partie&lt;/a&gt; on Etsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I should have snatched up my mom's when I had the chance!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWFBBa627I/AAAAAAAAAto/EdLtpMdeKcM/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549988368411712434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penguin Classic's Clothbound &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Penguin-Classics-Louisa-Alcott/dp/0141192410/ref=cm_lmf_img_9_rlrsrs0"&gt;Little Women&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(though I &lt;i&gt;suppose&lt;/i&gt; I'd take &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-clothbounds-Coralie-Bickford-Smith-Classics/lm/RYLTJ06GHY31I/ref=cm_lmt_fvlm_f_1_rlrsrs0"&gt;the whole Clothbound Classics set&lt;/a&gt;, too! wink wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWDSWZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/itjTPj5LDX0/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549986467076309538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthropologie's &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?subCategoryId=CLOTHES-DRESSES-PARTY&amp;amp;id=19325299&amp;amp;catId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=210&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=041&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType=subCategory"&gt;Peggy Sue Dress&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Perfect for NYE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWAnC1xjGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9Nb9r_V2gYI/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983524069674082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sak &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3142388?catalogid=acc120610"&gt;Ventura Convertible Leather Backpack&lt;/a&gt; from Nordstrom's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as seen in their &lt;a href="http://global.syndeca.com/nordstrom/catalog/dec-10-accessories/?catalogid=acc120610"&gt;December Catalogue&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWKqh0pkeI/AAAAAAAAAtw/MIOn4SL2kyo/s400/img_2224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549994579042341346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/2837821/?catalogId=56&amp;amp;bnrid=3180501&amp;amp;cm_ven=Shopping&amp;amp;cm_cat=Froogle&amp;amp;cm_pla=default&amp;amp;cm_ite=default"&gt;Apothecary Jars&lt;/a&gt; from Williams-Sonoma to fill with holiday ornaments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(image &lt;a href="http://loricurie.wordpress.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWAm-E3xlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HWaNrtzo8c8/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWAm-E3xlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HWaNrtzo8c8/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549983522790819410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The North Face &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3128386?catalogid=acc120610"&gt;Avery Belted Fleece Jacket&lt;/a&gt; from Nordstrom's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as seen in their &lt;a href="http://global.syndeca.com/nordstrom/catalog/dec-10-accessories/?catalogid=acc120610"&gt;December catalogue&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWajuQN3QI/AAAAAAAAAuA/DEuc9rMllUI/s400/Picture%2B6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550012054306151682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/kitchen-and-food/individual-bakeware/soufflé-dish-ramekins/f2969"&gt;Small Ramekins&lt;/a&gt; from Crate and Barrel for our cooking adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;the biggest thing&lt;/a&gt; I've been pining for since September... (let's hope that I only have to wait a few more months to hold this baby in my hands!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy holidays, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7192255154745409246?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7192255154745409246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7192255154745409246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7192255154745409246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7192255154745409246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-christmas-wish-list.html' title='A Little Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TQWT2_xU7WI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m3QhwjIJd5k/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7501185714886696319</id><published>2010-11-05T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:14:32.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>Wedding Photos: The Newlyweds and Our Wedding Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next batch of pictures are the posed pictures and group shots that our photographer, Casey from &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photo&lt;/a&gt; (and not to mention my old roommate!) took. These were all taken either inside &lt;a href="http://feltmansion.org/"&gt;The Felt Estate&lt;/a&gt; or on its grounds. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T &amp;amp; I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHTpuMnJII/AAAAAAAAAsw/6kvK1lVr_CQ/s400/IMG_2282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438130744075394" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4lJ-bCklI/AAAAAAAAApg/ob6s9FVYqDk/s400/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401845390381650" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4lKJVIMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/x_XMuSG_6lE/s400/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401848318374514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4lLXuZZzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ECNylLp-lIw/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401869362325298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4lKjAkLhI/AAAAAAAAApw/lOmkIITyfIg/s400/IMG_2366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401855211449874" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4ixmuicYI/AAAAAAAAApI/_RAmxNX57vQ/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399227689595266" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHV_KHYD0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/79jBPh91X-M/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535440698038816578" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4iyB2ns8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/5YhPah9S1Hs/s400/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399234971251650" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4iyZoC2oI/AAAAAAAAApY/lsgSx3n8JYw/s400/IMG_2231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399241352567426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Do these library shots seem reminiscent of anything? &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-engagement-pictures.html"&gt;hee hee&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Groomsmen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNN1FhW0yBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tsi-hlEBLN8/s400/IMG_3894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535897104682371090" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4ixYXiJHI/AAAAAAAAApA/awkO4v6b0Ww/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399223835010162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys wore &lt;a href="http://www.josbank.com/menswear/shop/Product_11001_10050_100127"&gt;navy seersucker suits from Jos. A Bank&lt;/a&gt;, white linen shirts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Sperry boat shoes (no socks! no tie!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4iw60lSrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/edmfRQJoP6o/s400/IMG_3906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399215903787698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bridesmaids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHToNL_F5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qwcD_Hwh7Ks/s400/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438104703211410" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHToZVUXRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_0LJTvyE7Uw/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438107963579666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls wore navy shirtdresses from &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;, gold shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(with shoe clips handmade by my mom), and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom braided their hair into french braids, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we then secured into messy buns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHTo4QoLyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9neFNp2vt5M/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438116265406242" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHTpCypq9I/AAAAAAAAAso/900ODbGRHPQ/s400/IMG_2432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535438119092464594" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4lLJfSnJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/zJlnx1LfkLY/s400/IMG_2663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401865540869266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-maid-of-honor.html"&gt;My sister &amp;amp; MOH&lt;/a&gt;--Casey did SUCH a wonderful job capturing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great pictures of her (she doesn't exactly like to look at the camera!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; The Whole Party!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHV-qCdkFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/x_uojyZxLAg/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535440689428271186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I have one more installation yet to come--pictures from our rockin' reception! Woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7501185714886696319?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7501185714886696319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7501185714886696319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7501185714886696319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7501185714886696319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-newlyweds-and-our.html' title='Wedding Photos: The Newlyweds and Our Wedding Party'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNHTpuMnJII/AAAAAAAAAsw/6kvK1lVr_CQ/s72-c/IMG_2282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3780126871317583631</id><published>2010-11-02T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:00:13.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>Wedding Photos: The Venue, Bridal Attire &amp; Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, lovely readers, the day has finally arrived! I have the first installation of photos from our wedding for you all to peek at! I hope you're as excited to view these as I am to share them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Venue:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4yvDV0nhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eiO1qGlAnC0/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416776016993810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ceremony &amp;amp; reception location: &lt;a href="http://www.feltmansion.org/"&gt;The Felt Estate&lt;/a&gt; in Holland, MI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from the website:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Felt Estate is beautifully situated ten miles south of Holland (Michigan) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and six miles north of Saugatuck, the Felt Estate was once the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;luxurious summer home and hobby of self-made millionaire &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and inventor Dorr E. Felt. The mansion, listed on the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;National Register of Historic Places and the Michigan State &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Register of Historic Sites, retains the architectural beauty of a &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bygone era and offers a glimpse into the wealth and lifestyle of the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roaring 20s – a time cut short by The Great Depression.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and some even say that the grounds are haunted! (Though we didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;head about this until after we had booked the place... happily, there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were no haunts during our big day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I (we) loved the venue for many different reasons. First of all, we wanted an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outdoor wedding and reception, but also wanted the security of having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and indoor space at our disposal in case of bad weather, etc. I, personally, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a soft place for preserved buildings, as my grandmother dedicated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many years of her life volunteering for a historic house in my hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only this, but unlike big reception halls, The Felt Estate puts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of its proceeds directly toward the restoration of the grounds and house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some interior photos of the preserved estate: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM45a9mNMfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/2yRlD8fXn3o/s400/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534424127459111410" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM45arnDL_I/AAAAAAAAArw/7GNkr46OaxY/s400/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534424122630811634" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4yvhvBdEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GjriD1rqOTM/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416784175756354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, &lt;b&gt;the bridal attire&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM44zk-WH1I/AAAAAAAAArY/7IoIqYiI3lQ/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534423450834575186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: &lt;a href="http://www.dessy.com/dresses/wedding/1011/"&gt;Destination Bridal Gown 1011&lt;/a&gt; by The Dessy Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headband: &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4ywKGmt1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wawyzsVLyXo/s400/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416795012085586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pearl Beaded Belt: handmade by my mom, from antique pearls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beads and buttons (some of which were from jewelry of my grandmother's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4yvyyzc9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/HZSg-9ABCNY/s400/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416788755018706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: &lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/us/clearance/womens-sandals/flats/78010874-tellado/70"&gt;Tellado Sandal&lt;/a&gt; by Aldo (with pearls, blue beads, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vintage earrings added by my mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4y9Gbe0BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lYWOIoYuahI/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534417017364205586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridal Bouquet: handmade by my mom (yes, this is becoming a theme!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made from old jewelry of my grandmother's, and other vintage pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ceremony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4gXQKvAHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xwhMCbTlZWU/s400/IMG_2046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396575933988978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the guests arrive from the second floor window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Funny story: all my bridesmaids were telling me to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;away from the window, so that no one would see me before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ceremony, but I just said that the guests would just think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a ghost bride haunting the grounds!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4gXlARwlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/XNN6fiad1hs/s400/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396581527274066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both my dad and my grandfather (my dad's dad) walked me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the aisle to give me away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4gYahu7kI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5xskXFzacTk/s400/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396595894677058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our guests! (We were worried about only providing enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seating for half of our guests, but in the end, I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we ended up with a more intimate setting, and since our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ceremony was very short--it was cold out!--I don't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was too terrible for anyone.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our ceremony was very simple and down-to-earth. Our officiant was my high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English teacher, also the wife of the pastor of the church I attended as a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T's cousin read a passage from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/History-Love-Novel-Nicole-Krauss/dp/0393060349"&gt;The History of Love&lt;/a&gt; by Nicole Krauss, and our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pianist (a friend's brother) played music by Stephen Speaks, U2 and a handful of hymns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4gX-eUGwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ezvT6VzRyP8/s400/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396588364143362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You may kiss the bride."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM45zJHTCII/AAAAAAAAAsA/5MFcf1Da2vY/s400/Lauren+and+Tommy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534424542867556482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Yamaoka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed these! More to come soon! (The reception, our posed pictures, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XX,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3780126871317583631?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3780126871317583631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3780126871317583631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3780126871317583631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3780126871317583631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-photos-venue-bridal-attire.html' title='Wedding Photos: The Venue, Bridal Attire &amp; Ceremony'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TM4yvDV0nhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eiO1qGlAnC0/s72-c/IMG_1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4149934243695900714</id><published>2010-11-01T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:48:41.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Hope You Had a Great Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween from Kermit &amp;amp; Miss Piggy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to share a quick picture of our costumes (sorry for the photo quality, this was taken on T's Blackberry) and say that I hope everyone had a good Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNAHxgESHAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SDa9ZhkOD_E/s1600/IMG00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNAHxgESHAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SDa9ZhkOD_E/s400/IMG00090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534932489041222658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNAHxgESHAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SDa9ZhkOD_E/s1600/IMG00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNAHxgESHAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SDa9ZhkOD_E/s1600/IMG00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best part(s) of our costumes were that T talked in his Kermit voice the whole night, and that my costume was recycled--I was Miss Piggy when I was 7 or 8 years old, and repurposed the costume my mom had made for me then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4149934243695900714?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4149934243695900714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4149934243695900714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4149934243695900714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4149934243695900714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-you-had-great-halloween.html' title='Hope You Had a Great Halloween!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TNAHxgESHAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SDa9ZhkOD_E/s72-c/IMG00090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3839010077487154534</id><published>2010-10-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:02.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing Insight: J.K. Rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMeiNyI2IHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tm2t2aIRG-Q/s1600/Harry-Potter-JK-Rowling-en-Oprah-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMeiNyI2IHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tm2t2aIRG-Q/s400/Harry-Potter-JK-Rowling-en-Oprah-06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532569024928817266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks back, I saw that &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/showinfo/Harry-Potter-Phenom-JK-Rowling"&gt;Oprah was interviewing J.K. Rowling on her show&lt;/a&gt;, so I jumped to tape the episode, as I ate up the Harry Potter books back when I read them in high school, and since it's always good to listen to a bestselling author talk about his or her experiences. It was a great interview, but there was one thing that Rowling said in particular that I keep coming back to, like it's playing in my head on repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "... &lt;i&gt;[Love] is a concept that runs through all the major religions, without exception.. This is probably true of all writers, but I believe what I believe because of what I have written. Ultimately, before I wrote it, what did I believe? I probably couldn't have told you ...&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that this is so true. Part of the reason that I write is to figure not just my characters out, but also &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. Because each of my characters, even the nasty ones, have little pieces of my in them, figuring out what makes them tick is kind of like figuring out different parts of me. And figuring out what each story, essay or book that I write means as a whole, is kind of like finding out what concepts, beliefs and emotions are most vital to me--the things that I think are worth writing about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What all this makes me realize is this: I am so lucky to be a writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you didn't catch the interview yourself, make sure you check out &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=jk+rowling+on+oprah&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8#q=jk+rowling+on+oprah&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;prmd=ivo&amp;amp;source=univ&amp;amp;tbs=vid:1&amp;amp;tbo=u&amp;amp;ei=RqPHTMzyGKmJnwe_4IyfDg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=video_result_group&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ved=0CCsQqwQwAw&amp;amp;fp=4ba096ba63ca8429"&gt;clips on Youtube&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3839010077487154534?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3839010077487154534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3839010077487154534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3839010077487154534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3839010077487154534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing-insight-jk-rowling.html' title='Writing Insight: J.K. Rowling'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMeiNyI2IHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tm2t2aIRG-Q/s72-c/Harry-Potter-JK-Rowling-en-Oprah-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3836686686359588685</id><published>2010-10-25T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:00:03.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book list'/><title type='text'>book ends book list: The Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMUDlG9NnzI/AAAAAAAAAno/NPmZbh1rbh0/s1600/the-help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMUDlG9NnzI/AAAAAAAAAno/NPmZbh1rbh0/s400/the-help.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531831653351923506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Help-Kathryn-Stockett/dp/0399155341"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt; by Kathryn Stockett&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the most engaging book that I’ve read so far this year, which I kind of hate saying, because it’s always more fun to be subversive and to dislike all of the New York Times bestsellers, but in this instance, I have to say that the general public got it right on this one. The story is one about the lives of “the help” in the 1960s South, and follows the lives of several of the black maids and a young white woman writer who wants to bring attention to the unfair conditions that the help have to work under. Stocking switches the point of view for each chapter of the novel, which is a device that I always love, and the story is written with an intensity that I haven’t seen in many new novels as of late—she is always moving the story forward, rather than leaving the characters to mull things over for chapters on end, like some of the books I’ve read recently (ahem, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Dragon-Tattoo-Stieg-Larsson/dp/0307454541/ref=pd_sim_b_2"&gt;Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/a&gt;… but we’ll discuss that later). I flew through this hefty book in just a few days, and found myself staying up past my bedtime and even reading on a weekend evening just to see what happened next. I think that one of the reasons I thoroughly enjoyed this book so much was because it brought up sensitive and important issues about race and racism without becoming a book that becomes preachy or patronizing to the reader about these things (a very hard thing to balance, in my opinion). Not only this, but I found the characters so personable, so entertaining, that I often laughed at things they did while I was reading. So trust the New York Time bestseller list on this one at least, if not for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Kicked-Hornets-Nest/dp/1906694176"&gt;The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest&lt;/a&gt; (but that's for another blog post entirely).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3836686686359588685?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3836686686359588685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3836686686359588685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3836686686359588685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3836686686359588685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-ends-book-list-help.html' title='book ends book list: The Help'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TMUDlG9NnzI/AAAAAAAAAno/NPmZbh1rbh0/s72-c/the-help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6364296814835807181</id><published>2010-10-11T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:00:07.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>So Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TLJ4duoOkYI/AAAAAAAAAng/9VlevuRJPYg/s1600/51ngbX%2BoQlL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TLJ4duoOkYI/AAAAAAAAAng/9VlevuRJPYg/s400/51ngbX%2BoQlL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612144865317250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unabashedly excited for the release of my past professor &lt;a href="http://heathersellers.com/site/index.html"&gt;Heather Sellers&lt;/a&gt;' memoir &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Look-Like-Anyone-Know/dp/1594487731/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1286647356&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know&lt;/a&gt; this Thursday, October 13th. It's a memoir about her experiences with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopagnosia"&gt;prosopagnosia&lt;/a&gt;, a rare neurological disorder sometimes referred to as face-blindness because those who have it cannot recognize any faces--including their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to dig into this book and read about Sellers' experiences through her un-flickering self analysis and honest, moving language. Her memoir has been compared to Jeannette Walls' &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glass-Castle-Memoir-Alex-Awards/dp/0743247531"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/a&gt;, which I enjoyed reading a few years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if any of you will be in the Chicago area on November 17th, Sellers will be reading from her new release at Roosevelt University (where I'm pursuing my MFA in creative writing) at 5 p.m. in the Gage Gallery (click &lt;a href="http://rumfa.blogspot.com/2010/09/reading-series-fall-preview.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for more information).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to dive into it! Who else is with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. To watch a video of Sellers talking about her memoir, click &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/m1719PFPG0LWNY/ref=ent_fb_link"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6364296814835807181?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6364296814835807181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6364296814835807181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6364296814835807181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6364296814835807181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-excited.html' title='So Excited!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TLJ4duoOkYI/AAAAAAAAAng/9VlevuRJPYg/s72-c/51ngbX%2BoQlL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2538595948899170257</id><published>2010-10-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:00:04.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JPbXCcUdLv8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPbXCcUdLv8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPbXCcUdLv8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love this little shout out on Monday's &lt;i&gt;Today Show&lt;/i&gt; to Holland, MI, home of my alma mater, Hope College, my husband's hometown, and where we were married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Disneyland!" she says!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Did I ever tell you that Holland was named the second-happiest place in the U.S. last year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2538595948899170257?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2538595948899170257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2538595948899170257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2538595948899170257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2538595948899170257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-holland.html' title='Hello, Holland'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4317098053544918573</id><published>2010-10-06T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:48:34.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Word Count Wednesdays: Week... 4?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it's time for another Word Count Wednesday! (I guess I only got through three of these before my major hiatus, but I'm back in business again.) As you can see from the bottom of my screen shot below, my first week back to the writing grind wasn't terribly successful, but at the same time wasn't a total loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TK0zqdWE_wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_0yJ0a9PQ8k/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525129122378219266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, 1,744 words this week and it will only go up from there. This weekend, T is planning on watching lots of football, which, in turn, leaves me with plenty of writing time while he yells at the T.V. and such. I'll be reorganizing the first 50 pages of the novel, and charting out what else needs to happen in those pages, so hopefully I'll be back next week with some clearer goals for more inspired writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy writing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4317098053544918573?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4317098053544918573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4317098053544918573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4317098053544918573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4317098053544918573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/word-count-wednesdays-week-4.html' title='Word Count Wednesdays: Week... 4?'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TK0zqdWE_wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_0yJ0a9PQ8k/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3742831407272984327</id><published>2010-10-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:00:10.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie list'/><title type='text'>book ends movie list: Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDFZcqzjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/V4igt3bD8Uo/s1600/Breathless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDFZcqzjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/V4igt3bD8Uo/s400/Breathless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267769803064194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breathless_(1960_film)"&gt;Breathless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friend invited me to the Music Box theatre in Lakeview to see this classic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Luc_Godard"&gt;Jean-Luc Godard&lt;/a&gt; film a few months back, I was expecting a film similar to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contempt_(film)"&gt;Contempt&lt;/a&gt;, the only other film of his that I had seen--so, I was expecting something that was deep, haunting, and quite sad. And so after the organ played and I settled down with a huge bag of popcorn, I was surprised to find myself wanting to laugh at different things in the movie, and so I realized that Godard was actually poking fun at elements of traditional cinematography and that it wasn't necessarily a movie that was to be taken seriously at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I figured this out, I'd say that I enjoyed the movie for the most part. I adored Patricia (played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Seberg"&gt;Jean Seberg&lt;/a&gt;) and must say that I have been dreaming about a short little pixie cut ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching this film definitely made me wish that I had taken a film history course while in college so that I knew more about the different film genres and terms of cinematography. Until I go back to school for yet another degree, and squeeze in a film course of two, I'll just have to resort to wikipedia to gain as much knowledge as I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: While I usually post a Word Count Wednesday post on Wednesdays--and I actually have been writing this past week!--I just haven't typed it all up yet (4 days worth of writing!), so therefore I don't have a word count to share. I might still be able to get to it by tonight, but we'll see how my Wednesday goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3742831407272984327?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3742831407272984327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3742831407272984327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3742831407272984327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3742831407272984327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-ends-movie-list-breathless.html' title='book ends movie list: Breathless'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDFZcqzjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/V4igt3bD8Uo/s72-c/Breathless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6194716433911388052</id><published>2010-10-05T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:00:05.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Honeymoon Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this is a little out of order, I wanted to take a post to share some honeymoon pictures with you all, as I'm still waiting on the Chicago postal system to deliver my wedding pictures (... we had about 30 wedding RSVP cards that were simply never delivered by the postal system, so let's just say that I don't exactly trust its services). So, to hold you over until then, here's a little peek of our vaca:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGowbbJMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/97n3FXX8zPI/s400/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464953165227202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gorgeous view from our condo in the &lt;a href="http://www.kapalua.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=321&amp;amp;Itemid=840"&gt;Villas at the Kapalua Resort&lt;/a&gt;, Maui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGmQ4-xeI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UoTIZ79zQvQ/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464910339524066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rocky Hawaiian shoreline... T spent a good few hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exploring the little tide pools (while I read).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWFEWjfhjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/r4d7F4cVQ3Q/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518463228232828466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun rising from the top (10,000 feet) of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haleakal%C4%81"&gt;Haleakala crater&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(an active volcano!)... we had to wake up at 1:30 a.m. to catch this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWFFJvDODI/AAAAAAAAAlw/33yYdA4_Nmk/s400/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518463241971513394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to ride down the mountain... I think we only pedaled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few dozen times total. We were all bundled up because there was about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a 40 degree difference from the top to sea level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWFHF3JRhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sIIAe-Q-RVY/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518463275291461138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, we played the 18-hole putting course &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in our resort... I ended up 35 over par, while T was 2 over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWFGB7PD6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/32frNaCyzZ4/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518463257055006626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the day, we had drinks by the pool, read and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWFFaKp8nI/AAAAAAAAAl4/eJpRo6MznOE/s400/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518463246382264946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and napped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGmxyhSXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IIKv7himc2Q/s400/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464919170795890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everyday we took a picture of the sun setting--I love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing that we can look back and have a shot of each unique sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWG3ej9IjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/00BR_pViOCk/s400/IMG_1328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518465206067208754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every evening we dressed up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGoFIk-PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/onHEBEUVS5M/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464941543454962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and went out for great food (our favorite was &lt;a href="http://www.merrimanshawaii.com/"&gt;Merriman's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGni3c9fI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eT16NYZ8LF4/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464932344821234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and plenty of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWG4N8FJ4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/8bc9e-8qE70/s400/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518465218784864130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our last day on the island, we took the windy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Road to Hana drive and saw some gorgeous scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWG4kOSA_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/9CVrkvvJim8/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWG4kOSA_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/9CVrkvvJim8/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518465224766784498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... And here's my handsome husband! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The trip was honestly idyllic and better than I could have ever imagined. We would definitely recommend visiting Maui, and the Kapalua resort to anyone looking for a nice tropical vacation. I hope you all enjoyed looking through these photos--and sit tight for upcoming wedding photos!! Also, I'm planning to post plenty of movie and book reviews to try to catch up on all that I missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aloha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6194716433911388052?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6194716433911388052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6194716433911388052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6194716433911388052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6194716433911388052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon-roundup.html' title='Honeymoon Roundup'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TJWGowbbJMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/97n3FXX8zPI/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8099775922672250875</id><published>2010-10-04T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:00:13.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I used to post semi-regularly on this little site here. I'm afraid you've been missing me for awhile now and probably don't even recognize me anymore, but I glad to say that I'M BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't quite understand how it's been three months since my last post, but somehow, it has. A lot has happened in the past three months... I've read a lot of books, watched tons of movies, found employment as a nanny for three adorable children, finished settling into our apartment and, oh yeah... got married!! (In fact, I've officially been married for one month, today!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TKe08xfoddI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/B2X8NRjijPM/s400/Lauren+and+Tommy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523582424164365778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[A sneak peek... the newlywed Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs.!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am posting to let you all know that I am coming back in full force. Now that the wedding is over, thank yous are in the mail and I've finally gotten into the working routine, I will be dedicating all my spare time to 1. (and most importabtly) finishing my thesis and 2. keeping you all updated on my &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/search/label/Word%20Count%20Wednesdays"&gt;writing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/search/label/book%20list"&gt;reading&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/search/label/movie%20list"&gt;movie-watching&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/search/label/journal-like"&gt; life in general&lt;/a&gt; on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on several wedding posts--complete with pictures--as well as photos from our honeymoon trip to Hawaii. So keep checking in... I promise you won't be disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Sidenote&lt;/b&gt;: while I have legally taken T's last name as my own, I have decided to keep "Lauren Stacks" as my pen name, as I already have a publication under this name, and because I wanted to be able to not lose my maiden name completely--besides, there's such a ring to Lauren Stacks, isn't there? That said, I will continue to use Lauren Stacks on this site, as the site is directly related to my professional writing life.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8099775922672250875?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8099775922672250875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8099775922672250875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8099775922672250875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8099775922672250875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TKe08xfoddI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/B2X8NRjijPM/s72-c/Lauren+and+Tommy_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2121807348361990086</id><published>2010-07-07T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:58:50.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie list'/><title type='text'>book ends movie list: Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDH6O675DKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/p_CE1ORvmE0/s1600/up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDH6O675DKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/p_CE1ORvmE0/s400/up2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490444554986917026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1049413/"&gt;Up&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched this movie back in January and somehow totally forgot to blog about it until now. I was reminded when T mentioned wanting to see the movie--shocking, I know--and I couldn't believe that I had left it off of my book ends movie list until now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't watched many of the more recent Disney films, although the I've seen all of the classics dozens of times each. Going into this film, all I knew was that it was about an old man and a boy scout whose house goes... up. And I certainly wondered how that would be an engaging hour and a half movie. But I was surprised. The movie took directions that I never would have imagined and I found myself laughing a lot at the characters in the movie. I especially loved the pack of dogs and the heartbroken man. The love portrayed between &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carl and Ellie was way more realistic than that of any of the classics--I mean, who ever believed that Belle would really love a Beast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would definitely recommend this flick if you're looking for something fun and silly. And if you like talking dogs. That's all I'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2121807348361990086?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2121807348361990086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2121807348361990086' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2121807348361990086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2121807348361990086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-ends-movie-list-up.html' title='book ends movie list: Up!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDH6O675DKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/p_CE1ORvmE0/s72-c/up2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8681789319019605520</id><published>2010-07-06T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:18:28.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>My Sincere Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know it seemed that I dropped off of the face of this earth, but really what I've been doing for the past two weeks or so is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making countless trips to Michael's, JoAnne Fabrics, Paper Source, and Paper &amp;amp; Print&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0Djxt8nI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o2VDC7mmIdM/s1600/IMG_1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0Djxt8nI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o2VDC7mmIdM/s400/IMG_1213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490789606442791538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Invitation paper from Paper Source]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Measuring, cutting, gluing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0CzZK1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zXPdOiqZE6o/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0CzZK1aI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zXPdOiqZE6o/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490789593454925218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[This Thermoweb Tape Runner saved my life]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Printing, stuffing envelopes, stamping, and licking envelopes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0CP1eEdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Jrz-gkJ2Epg/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0CP1eEdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Jrz-gkJ2Epg/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490789583909949906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[A little peek at some unfinished invites]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, and don't forget painting, organizing, hanging frames, and moving furniture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0BUfvzhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gh5wwTe7jto/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0BUfvzhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gh5wwTe7jto/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490789567981145618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Blue, tan, yellow, green--in case you were wondering]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what this means is that in the past few weeks I haven't exactly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;written&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blogged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;commented on other blogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my sincere apologies for that. This week, I'm going to try to get back into writing since the invitations are nearly done, and since the apartment is finally coming together. Expect a Word Count Wednesday from me next week. The good news, however, is that with all the cutting, pasting, etc. I have had plenty of time to watch movies--so I have several movie reviews coming your way over the next few weeks! And as the apartment comes together I'll have some sneak peeks of that, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers, thank you for bearing with me over the past few weeks. And to everyone that helped move, paint, compile invitations, and/or put up with any of my grumbling (that's mostly you, T)... thank you, thank you, thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8681789319019605520?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8681789319019605520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8681789319019605520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8681789319019605520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8681789319019605520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-sincere-apologies.html' title='My Sincere Apologies'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TDM0Djxt8nI/AAAAAAAAAlY/o2VDC7mmIdM/s72-c/IMG_1213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7131157263809730167</id><published>2010-06-16T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:05:31.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my MFA thesis'/><title type='text'>Word Count Wednesdays: Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBk7EVY6aNI/AAAAAAAAAko/AclASreIshY/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBk7EVY6aNI/AAAAAAAAAko/AclASreIshY/s400/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483478966947440850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, folks. This week, the grand total comes to 2,509 words--not too shabby, considering Sunday I was sick all day with a flu bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I know have 20-25 pages to add in to the first 30-35 pages of my novel, I think I'm going to take the next week off in order to organize all of those pages, make them work cohesively, and see what more needs to be worked on in the first three sections. Then, I'll go into the following week with some specific writing goals for the completion of the first three chapters, or with goals for the later chapters, if I deem the first three finished for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this leaves me with a question... how do you, writer friends, revise? I read in an article recently that reading out-loud is a good suggestion, and will probably be doing a lot of that over the next week. But I've also heard about people who go through their work sentence by sentence... and I just don't know if I have the patience for that. Any suggestions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week Wednesday, I'll post about how my week of revising went, and what I realized some of my goals are. And until then, I'll try to be better about blogging--between job searching, writing, packing, and wedding stuff, I don't ever know where my day goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7131157263809730167?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7131157263809730167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7131157263809730167' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7131157263809730167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7131157263809730167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-count-wednesdays-week-3.html' title='Word Count Wednesdays: Week 3'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBk7EVY6aNI/AAAAAAAAAko/AclASreIshY/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3283078186447153212</id><published>2010-06-16T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:46:17.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBkM5siQC7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/v61WjgXNFnk/s1600/4704130567_500ffb72a6_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBkM5siQC7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/v61WjgXNFnk/s400/4704130567_500ffb72a6_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483428206647184306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Image: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2612387"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a quick note to let you all know that yes, I'm still alive and that I will be posting my Word Count Wednesday post a little later today--I still have to type up all my written words for the week to get an official count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll get down to business and catch you later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3283078186447153212?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3283078186447153212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3283078186447153212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3283078186447153212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3283078186447153212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBkM5siQC7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/v61WjgXNFnk/s72-c/4704130567_500ffb72a6_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3936772851797417220</id><published>2010-06-12T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:35:00.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would have worn'/><title type='text'>I Would Have Worn: Sunday Afternoon Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I explained earlier, since I don't have a job yet, and need to be saving up for a few very important things (rent for our new apartment, honeymoon (!!), etc.) I've given myself a rule for the summer: I'm not allowed to buy any new dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since T &amp;amp; I will be attending 6 weddings this summer (not including our own) I could go dress-crazy and spend way too much buying new dresses for each event. And as it is, I have about 2 dozen dresses in my closet already. (And most of these dresses I dearly love and yet have only worn once or twice.) So, rather than buying new dresses, I am instead going to *pretend* like I was able to buy myself new little outfits for each wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Sunday, we're attending a friend's wedding in Wheaton, and I know it's going to be a lovely Sunday afternoon affair. Since it's a Sunday wedding, I don't think the usual LBD would quite fit the dress code--rather, I'd opt for something a little more cheerful and relaxed for the event. This is what I picked out: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/dresses/solidstextures/PRDOVR~23978/23978.jsp"&gt;Cotton Blakey Dress&lt;/a&gt; in Light Ginger from J. Crew $118&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBKB_rYeZeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hUXD5q4xpIc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481586627440436706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I adore the ruffles on this dress, and love the creamy color--luckily I've been able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get some sun these past few weeks since, well, I'm unemployed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I think the color wouldn't wash me out too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.endless.com/ZiGiny-Mallorca-Womens-Sandal/dp/B002UKPYWM/ref=sr_1_28_vp/?cAsin=B002UKPYN6&amp;amp;fromPage=search&amp;amp;qid=1276281563626&amp;amp;sr=1-28&amp;amp;asins=B002WQ62WA,B002UKPK6C,B002VD64VI,B0031ES2AW,B002UKPWOC,B002OECCQA,B002UKPYJA,B003587XMW,B002ZJWSTK,B002SG6MB0,B00337BD44,B00358CO1W,B002MXYDM4,B002ZLOY40,B002UKPWSI,B003CT2ZTU,B002SZZDKC,B002QGU3NK,B00358CO9O,B002G9T3J2,B0031ES22K,B002P4RIYK,B001KU7HQ4,B0031IPSXW,B002KMIFK8,B001KU7HYG,B0032JS4TK,B002UKPYN6,B002QGU5E2,B0037W6JIA,B002YHV4A2,B0030BFLDW,B0033UVCAQ,B00358CO4Y,B00360X9I6,B003FSTOZ6,B002UKPJVS,B001ET72A2,B002QB1LEU,B002KANPP0&amp;amp;asinTitle=ZiGiny%20Mallorca%20Sandal&amp;amp;contextTitle=search%20results&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;prepickColor=1&amp;amp;size=40&amp;amp;node=242336011&amp;amp;nodes=242336011&amp;amp;sort=shoesbrowserel2"&gt;ZiGiny Mallorca Sandal&lt;/a&gt; (in natural) from Endless.com $89.95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBKDxhfMlRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/7rLUelIi3lA/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481588583289361682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just think these sandals are so fun. Lately, I've been admiring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the gladiator sandals, and been pining for a pair of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the feathers and beads on this pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?subCategoryId=&amp;amp;id=18495069&amp;amp;catId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS-STATEMENTS&amp;amp;pushId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS-STATEMENTS&amp;amp;popId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=70&amp;amp;navAction=middle&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=000&amp;amp;colorName=ASSORTED&amp;amp;isSubcategory=&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType="&gt;Amazing Eyes Chandeliers&lt;/a&gt; from Anthropologie $38.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBKGWV8i4PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dsLtdXpXyjM/s400/18495069_000_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481591414869647602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?subCategoryId=JEWELRY-BRACELETS-BRIGHTS&amp;amp;id=18321075&amp;amp;catId=JEWELRY-BRACELETS&amp;amp;pushId=JEWELRY-BRACELETS&amp;amp;popId=JEWELRYACCESSORIES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=200&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=000&amp;amp;colorName=ASSORTED&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType="&gt;Pretty Pebbles Bracelet&lt;/a&gt; from Anthropologie $48.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBKHD_YctzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/D6pW1eLw29g/s400/18321075_000_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481592199086651186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that both the earrings and bracelet would bring out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the colors in the sandals, and add a little pizzaz to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;light colored dress. I am terrible about wearing bracelets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for something reason I just never think to put one on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think it would look great with this outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What would you wear to a Sunday afternoon wedding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3936772851797417220?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3936772851797417220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3936772851797417220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3936772851797417220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3936772851797417220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-would-have-worn-sunday-afternoon.html' title='I Would Have Worn: Sunday Afternoon Wedding'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TBKB_rYeZeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hUXD5q4xpIc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4105511929919338771</id><published>2010-06-11T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:25:21.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about to head out to Michigan--yes, for the second weekend in a row--for my little brother's high school graduation party. Sometimes the thought of being in the car for nearly 4 hours can put me a bad mood, but today I'm feeling cheery. It helps that I bought a travel-sized paper cutter and I'll be cutting all the paper for our wedding invites during all the time in the car the next three days, which will keep me from getting bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm sure it helps that I've been watching this video from the Glee season finale, and I can't be anything but pumped after seeing this. You've gotta check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Glee--Season Finale Performance--"Journey Medley"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Ymi52UbGEZM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymi52UbGEZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymi52UbGEZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I hope the video brings a smile to your face, and starts off your weekend with a kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4105511929919338771?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4105511929919338771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4105511929919338771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4105511929919338771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4105511929919338771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-weekend_11.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8577283592108790995</id><published>2010-06-09T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:30:00.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ballgame: Go Tigers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_PQyGplqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ztku4pD3g-E/s1600/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_PQyGplqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ztku4pD3g-E/s400/IMG_2580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480827158767703714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Tigers game, Sept '09, Cellular Field]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, readers! I'm getting excited because tonight T &amp;amp; I and some of his friends are heading down to Cellular Field to watch the Detroit Tigers play the White Sox. It's strange because I am by no means a sports fan, yet I actually like to go to baseball games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's all the rules and abbreviations, or the commotion of a home run, or the insanity of how much people &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt;... all I know is that when I go to a baseball game, I feel like I'm participating in something that I don't quite understand, yet, I'm still enough on the outside of it that it allows me to poke fun at those intense people--my fiance included--who do understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My love of going to baseball games actually stems from my fascination with the die-hard baseball fan. Last year, at a White Sox v. Tigers game in the fall, the Tigers won, and so the Sox fans that were surrounding our little island of Tigers fans found it fitting to throw none other than handfuls of peanuts at us--and to thus get kicked out. In the same manner, whenever I left my seat to grab a drink or run to the bathroom, whole sections of people would boo at me and my Tigers hat... to boo at a girl who doesn't really even care who wins or loses! All I can do is laugh, and so I do a lot of it at games like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's to throwing peanuts, RBIs (whatever that means), and lots of home runs tonight--for the Tigers, of course. And to laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8577283592108790995?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8577283592108790995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8577283592108790995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8577283592108790995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8577283592108790995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame-go-tigers.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ballgame: Go Tigers!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_PQyGplqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ztku4pD3g-E/s72-c/IMG_2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-647349905222723358</id><published>2010-06-09T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:24:26.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Word Count Wednesdays: Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_LIJJe4jI/AAAAAAAAAjw/nFIUnkpqOBQ/s1600/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_LIJJe4jI/AAAAAAAAAjw/nFIUnkpqOBQ/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480822612288266802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I fell a little short on meeting my writing goal... I sadly only wrote 1,012 words. I'm not going to throw out a bunch of excuses or anything, rather just hang my head a little and vow to write more next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As one of my faithful readers, and soon-to-be sister-in-law told me yesterday (before my big writing streak this morning): "350 words is better than 200 words." I think that part of my problem was that I didn't write for several days and as each day passed the weight of the words I hadn't written made it even harder for me to sit down and write, since I felt that I needed to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what I've learned this week was that feeling bad about not writing makes the whole situation worse: rather, I should just try to get in what I can, try to meet my goals, but if I don't meet them, make sure that I keep writing anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-647349905222723358?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/647349905222723358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=647349905222723358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/647349905222723358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/647349905222723358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-count-wednesdays-week-2.html' title='Word Count Wednesdays: Week 2'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA_LIJJe4jI/AAAAAAAAAjw/nFIUnkpqOBQ/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4802782272767493448</id><published>2010-06-08T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:11:52.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Proud Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said in my last post on Friday (yes, I know, I didn't exactly get around to posting a Lovely Monday post yesterday... sorry), my younger brother competed last weekend in the Division 4 high school Track &amp;amp; Field state meet. And as I promised, here are the results from the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2-Mile Relay (including the little bro): 2nd in the state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mile: Kyle is STATE CHAMP !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Two-Mile: Kyle is 6th in the state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mile Relay (including the little bro): 2nd in the state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concord places 6th in the Mile, wins the 400 meter dash and wins the Two-Mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A win by the Concord High School Men's team--edging out 2nd place by 3 points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA5fHC6q3pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s33CUM7tfFM/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA5fHC6q3pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s33CUM7tfFM/s400/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480422371203145362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at all those excited faces! I just love how happy the whole team and all the fans were... and after all the hard work all the guys put in this season, they surely deserved the win. And in the fall the little bro will be off to run for Central Michigan University--a D1 college! What a stud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great season, Kyle and the Concord men's team! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4802782272767493448?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4802782272767493448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4802782272767493448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4802782272767493448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4802782272767493448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/proud-sister.html' title='Proud Sister'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TA5fHC6q3pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s33CUM7tfFM/s72-c/IMG_1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6674334557338012675</id><published>2010-06-04T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:45:44.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Go, Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAnHzHQCGhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9IwINfPLolc/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAnHzHQCGhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9IwINfPLolc/s400/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479130102606469650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my little brother's last race in his high school running career, and what a good career it has been at that. Already this year he's broken two school records (in the half mile and the mile relay), to add to the two records that he already holds (the two mile and the mile). He's been a state champion twice now. And at the state meet tomorrow he'll run in four events--and T &amp;amp; I will be in the stands cheering him on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell I'm a little bit proud of my buddy boy? (This is the name we've called him since he was very young.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, "Go, Kyle, go!" or like my dad would say, "Run like a scalded dog."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you want to read more about the little bro, click &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/sports/jackson/index.ssf/2010/06/concord_high_school_senior_kyl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6674334557338012675?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6674334557338012675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6674334557338012675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6674334557338012675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6674334557338012675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-buddy.html' title='Go, Buddy!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAnHzHQCGhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9IwINfPLolc/s72-c/IMG_1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5241696961430835455</id><published>2010-06-03T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:16:55.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie list'/><title type='text'>book ends movie list: Burn After Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAftELVAjyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CDWFsoED16Q/s1600/burn-after-reading-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAftELVAjyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CDWFsoED16Q/s400/burn-after-reading-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478608127735664418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. A few weeks ago, on a rainy Sunday I watched the Coen brothers' &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0887883/"&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/a&gt; on HBO on demand. I had heard mixed things about the movie--though I'll admit most of what I heard was negative. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the movie initially. It seemed unusual in it's plot and I really enjoyed Brad Pitt's role as the dumb fitness club employee. Which is why I was bummed (spoiler!), to say the least, once his character was killed half way through the movie. And after that point, the movie seemed to go downhill for me. The ended seemed short and too abrupt to me. In all, I found myself somewhat confused by the whole thing, and feeling unsatisfied by it all. Maybe I missed something--like the point? I understand that the Coen brothers write a lot of satire, but I guess I didn't see what was being made fun of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone else have an idea for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5241696961430835455?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5241696961430835455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5241696961430835455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5241696961430835455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5241696961430835455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-ends-movie-list-burn-after-reading.html' title='book ends movie list: Burn After Reading'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAftELVAjyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CDWFsoED16Q/s72-c/burn-after-reading-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3810460557174470057</id><published>2010-06-03T10:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:24:05.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Inspiration: Wedding Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I'm sure you all recall, about a month ago, T &amp;amp; I had &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-engagement-pictures.html"&gt;our engagement pictures &lt;/a&gt;taken by Casey at &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photography&lt;/a&gt; and seeing how gorgeous they all turned out, it made us very excited for our wedding day pictures--only three months from tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting today because Casey, who was also one of my former roommates, sent me a link to &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; recent wedding pictures, taken by&lt;a href="http://www.ourlaboroflove.com/#matt-bio-4c5539"&gt; Matt&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.ourlaboroflove.com/#weddings-f4818"&gt;Our Labor of Love&lt;/a&gt;, and they turned out so wonderfully that I just had to share a few of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAfSsGOT8FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RqjnbDX73ok/s400/178casey_and_troy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478579126746214482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAfVfnKe0mI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eM-RzUkHSBQ/s400/317casey_and_troy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478582210785104482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAfVfJfuFII/AAAAAAAAAjI/rYFCFPC2CUI/s400/209casey_and_troy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478582202821121154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(To see more, click &lt;a href="http://www.ourblogoflove.com/matt/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) Seeing how lovely these turned out, and how stunning the bride and groom looked, in my opinion, makes me all the more excited about our own day, and our own awesome photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you just adore the photo of the two of them on the grass? (Which, by the way, was taken at a school about a block from our apartment!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3810460557174470057?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3810460557174470057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3810460557174470057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3810460557174470057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3810460557174470057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiration-wedding-photos.html' title='Inspiration: Wedding Photos'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAfSsGOT8FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RqjnbDX73ok/s72-c/178casey_and_troy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4085506944185600374</id><published>2010-06-02T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:18:23.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my MFA thesis'/><title type='text'>Word Count Wednesdays: Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAaC5idcLRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LazZMQCsAQ0/s1600/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAaC5idcLRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LazZMQCsAQ0/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478209921757228306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, folks, that's 2,775 words this week--225 over my goal! This morning I sat down and wrote 800 of those words, which is the most I've written in one sitting in quite some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I focused on my first chapter, and went through the already-existing 10 pages and tried to add more substance to the actions that were already occurring. That's my goal for this revision: not to necessarily write more actions, but rather more substance, more dissonance, and more internal struggle. Those 2,775 words pretty much doubled the page count for my first chapter. Score. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for tuning in. And thanks for the small reminders of support over the past week (ie, texts, facebook comments, etc.). Week two, here I come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4085506944185600374?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4085506944185600374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4085506944185600374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4085506944185600374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4085506944185600374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-count-wednesdays-week-1.html' title='Word Count Wednesdays: Week 1'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAaC5idcLRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LazZMQCsAQ0/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4814489049101521881</id><published>2010-06-01T14:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:00:03.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><title type='text'>I Love: Cookouts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; This week, my Lovely Mondays post is one day late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because yesterday was a holiday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and therefore it wasn't the start of the new work week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, today, please have a lovely Tuesday, and a great shortened week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[On Mondays, I post about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, yay, Mondays are marvelous? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAVi16tI3KI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cWQJTItxH2s/s1600/1423774746_c212770785_b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAVi16tI3KI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cWQJTItxH2s/s400/1423774746_c212770785_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477893200197246114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapplegate/1423774746/"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back after what was probably the most idyllic weekend of my whole 2 years in Chicago thus far. I laid on a blanket in the sun next to Lake Michigan for all of Saturday, went to a memorial day weekend party down the block on Sunday and on Monday lounged around during Chicago's thunderstorm and watched nearly a dozen episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/entourage/index.html"&gt;Entourage&lt;/a&gt;. Plus, we cooked out twice during the weekend--which, as you can tell by the title, is something that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, let me just say that I don't love to grill (as in the action of grilling) personally but I'm fine with prepping for the grill, and rather I let T do the actual grilling (he loves it, there's no arm-twisting on that one). On Saturday we made delicious teriyaki skewers with steak and chicken and red peppers and mushrooms and shrimp. Oh, and we threw some pineapple on the grill as well. And on Sunday my roommates and our friends all grilled some burgers and had some watermelon and sweet cherries. Are you getting the picture on why I love cookouts yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we move into &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/place-to-call-home.html"&gt;our new pad&lt;/a&gt;, one of the first things we have to do is set up a grill in our little patio area so that we can continue our 2-3 time a week grilling regime we have going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone had a lovely memorial day weekend and has a lovely Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4814489049101521881?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4814489049101521881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4814489049101521881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4814489049101521881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4814489049101521881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-cookouts.html' title='I Love: Cookouts!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/TAVi16tI3KI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cWQJTItxH2s/s72-c/1423774746_c212770785_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4827849828726182122</id><published>2010-05-27T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:22:43.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>LOST Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g11rHqHI/AAAAAAAAAio/gz0SUqnFrUc/s1600/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g11rHqHI/AAAAAAAAAio/gz0SUqnFrUc/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779937498015858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g1uxpKCI/AAAAAAAAAig/jTTEQP8ryEQ/s1600/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g1uxpKCI/AAAAAAAAAig/jTTEQP8ryEQ/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779935646328866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g1GXMujI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5iei3wYOP5A/s1600/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g1GXMujI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5iei3wYOP5A/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779924797995570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw these yesterday on &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/05/lost-silkscreened-prints-by-ty-mattson.html"&gt;design*sponge&lt;/a&gt; and started pining right off the bat. Ever since LOST ended last Sunday I've been a little, well, confused about how I feel about the whole thing. But seeing these prints by &lt;a href="http://www.mattsoncreative.com/"&gt;Ty Mattson &lt;/a&gt;made me reminiscent for the show that I adored for so long--the show before this past season, namely. I love the VW van print the most, I think. Would you hang prints from TV shows on your walls? Anyway, if you're interested, you can buy them on &lt;a href="http://abctvstore.seenon.com/?v=abctvstore_lost_ty-mattson-art"&gt;abc.com&lt;/a&gt; for $45.95, and remember the good old days every time you see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Interested in some explanation from LOST writers? &lt;a href="http://designwoop.com/2010/05/lost-finale-explained-well/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s your chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4827849828726182122?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4827849828726182122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4827849828726182122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4827849828726182122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4827849828726182122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-saw-these-yesterday-on-designsponge.html' title='LOST Art'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_3g11rHqHI/AAAAAAAAAio/gz0SUqnFrUc/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5369589740297397585</id><published>2010-05-26T12:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:54:57.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Count Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my MFA thesis'/><title type='text'>A Favor, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_1Xt_rTuXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WvMZ9vMFr_M/s1600/15026_1389750700800_1143062406_31693431_1344492_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_1Xt_rTuXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WvMZ9vMFr_M/s400/15026_1389750700800_1143062406_31693431_1344492_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475629169651202418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1804862"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Readers, I have a favor to ask of you. As the days wear on, I am feeling the pressure of my novel-length thesis bearing down on me--my final draft will either have to be done by mid-October for me to graduate in December of 2010, or by mid-March for me to graduate in May of 2011. I'll be honest... both of these looming dates make my stomach feel queasy and my head spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I'm really telling you is that I need to get down to business. I need to stop worrying about writing my thesis and whether or not I'll be able to finish it by October and stop worrying about point of view and motives and even historical context, and instead just sit down and write. So, I am installing a new weekly post, but this time it's more for me than for you. Starting next week, I will be posting Word Count Wednesdays, a post in which I will bare all and fess up to the number of words I've written in the past week. Right now my goal is to write 2,500 words a week, which is really only like 10 pages. Totally feasible, right? (And therefore I would have about 10,000 words a month at that rate.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what I need from you all is for you to hold me accountable. If I don't make my count, don't tell me "It's okay, you'll do better next time." Instead, tell me to stop screwing around and get down to business! Bug me throughout the week on how many words I'm at, and *yell* at me if I start slacking. Please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During my senior year of college, I participated in NaNoWriMo for a class (and so I had to write a 50k-word novel in one month) and I kept a sheet with my daily progress taped onto the door of my room. That was one of the most helpful things I did that month, as whenever I came out to grab a snack, or try to sneak in some TV time, my roommates would look at my word count and tell me to get back in my room, and to get writing. Word Count Wednesdays, then, is of the same mindset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And my first week starts... now. Ready, set, go. Thank you, readers, in advance, for all your harping, pushing, and support. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5369589740297397585?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5369589740297397585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5369589740297397585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5369589740297397585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5369589740297397585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/favor-please.html' title='A Favor, Please'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_1Xt_rTuXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WvMZ9vMFr_M/s72-c/15026_1389750700800_1143062406_31693431_1344492_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-819311195214385258</id><published>2010-05-25T10:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:26:05.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>A Place To Call Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT NEWS! Our application for the apartment that T &amp;amp; I fell in love with last week has been approved and now we are officially renters on Buckingham Place. (Doesn't the name of the street sound so regal?) We'll move in about a month from now, so there's plenty to do before then--decide on colors, paint the walls, pack up all our stuff, throw out our (well, his) old college-y decor (crates? plastic drawers?) and well, move! Who wants to help? Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The apartment is technically a garden apartment in a condo building (we're the only renters, I think) but the size of the windows and the amount of sun we'll get definitely makes the apartment feel much nicer than the usual garden apartment in Chicago. We got all of our important things in this apartment: lots of space (1000 sq-feet), in-unit washer and dryer, a place to grill, and we can paint the walls (my only stipulation). Plus, a pretty little courtyard to catch some sun! Here are a few pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_v2o4DYxQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/G96VbSHiO9Y/s400/bk2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475240954100761858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The living room/dining room (so sunny!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_v2opnim6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/yX_zWrYpsQw/s400/bk5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475240950225869730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kitchen (don't you love the hanging pot rack?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_v2pLSx3RI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EmFgwXCKRlQ/s1600/bk14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_v2pLSx3RI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EmFgwXCKRlQ/s400/bk14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475240959265594642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The courtyard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so excited! Any color combo suggestions? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. After &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-paneras-iced-green-tea.html"&gt;my post yesterday&lt;/a&gt; about my love for Panera's Iced Green Tea, today I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.food52.com/blog/779_watermelon_meet_lemonade"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, with a recipe for watermelonade &amp;amp; it sounds &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; as good as the tea. I'll definitely be trying it sometime this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-819311195214385258?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/819311195214385258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=819311195214385258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/819311195214385258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/819311195214385258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/place-to-call-home.html' title='A Place To Call Home'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_v2o4DYxQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/G96VbSHiO9Y/s72-c/bk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8283083925977954938</id><published>2010-05-25T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:34:34.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. CTA U-Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo6zR7BUI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t7w0h9H-0-w/s400/IMG_3145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225868894405954" /&gt;Last Thursday was a sad day for me--it was the last day I could use one of the best perks of being a college student in Chicago: the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority) U-Pass. This little piece of plastic probably saved me nearly $1200 dollars over the past two years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I have to pay $2.25 for each and every ride (rather than only $100 for the whole semester), I'll admit that I've been spending a lot of time on foot. In some ways, it's good because it gets me outside in the sunshine and gets me some extra exercise. But on the hot ninety-degree days, the cool confines of the brown line el cars certainly sound pretty refreshing. (Not to mention riding public transportation in the city is always entertaining!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few things I've seen during my galavants around the city, fresh done with my CTA U-Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo9dzF8CI/AAAAAAAAAhw/42Hgxoopt7k/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo9dzF8CI/AAAAAAAAAhw/42Hgxoopt7k/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo9dzF8CI/AAAAAAAAAhw/42Hgxoopt7k/s400/IMG_3147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225914667560994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The painted (!) side of a brick building in Chicago's Gold Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo8vD1S5I/AAAAAAAAAho/IL01NVXsGEc/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo8vD1S5I/AAAAAAAAAho/IL01NVXsGEc/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225902121307026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool building--if you look closely, you can see the Hancock building in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo8N4DucI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1izooUpL3hM/s1600/IMG_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo8N4DucI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1izooUpL3hM/s400/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225893213551042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the circular windows jutting out of the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo7cd54sI/AAAAAAAAAhY/22HuVNw_SpA/s1600/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo7cd54sI/AAAAAAAAAhY/22HuVNw_SpA/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225879950516930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark Twain Hotel! (Though it's sad to say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I'd feel comfortable actually staying there...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess this means that I actually have to start acting like an adult now--no more free rides for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8283083925977954938?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8283083925977954938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8283083925977954938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8283083925977954938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8283083925977954938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/rip-cta-u-pass.html' title='R.I.P. CTA U-Pass'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_vo6zR7BUI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t7w0h9H-0-w/s72-c/IMG_3145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1514079746534337384</id><published>2010-05-24T14:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:29:42.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><title type='text'>I Love: Panera's Iced Green Tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[On Mondays, I post about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, yay, Mondays are marvelous? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_rdL04D7aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0K-xJbqwvus/s1600/2278867963_d91fecc104.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_rdL04D7aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0K-xJbqwvus/s400/2278867963_d91fecc104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474931492264340898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aoieisanni/2278867963/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aoieisanni/2278867963/"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately, I've become obsessed, literally obsessed with &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;Panera&lt;/a&gt;'s Iced Green Tea. It's probably a good thing that the nearest Panera is a few miles away, and a pain to get to, otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd be making the trek nearly every day for one of these perfectly sweet drinks for all of the hot summer days to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For this post, I searched online for any information I could find about where else I could get a drink like this, but it seems that they can only be found at Panera. The Iced Green Teas are made from a Republic of Tea mix that cannot be purchased anywhere--even online. I can't decide whether this is a good thing or a bad thing... I'm afraid if I owned the mix myself I'd drink one of these an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About the tea, Panera writes that the green tea is infused with passion fruit &amp;amp; papaya. My mouth is watering while I'm typing this, I swear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are your go-to summer drinks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a lovely Monday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1514079746534337384?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1514079746534337384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1514079746534337384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1514079746534337384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1514079746534337384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-paneras-iced-green-tea.html' title='I Love: Panera&apos;s Iced Green Tea!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_rdL04D7aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0K-xJbqwvus/s72-c/2278867963_d91fecc104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1760512986327842418</id><published>2010-05-21T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:14:18.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would have worn'/><title type='text'>I Would Have Worn: Classy, Cosmopolitan Grand Rapids Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I explained earlier, since I don't have a job yet, and need to be saving up for a few very important things (a security deposit on our new apartment, honeymoon (!!), etc.) I've given myself a rule for the summer: I'm not allowed to buy any new dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since T &amp;amp; I will be attending 6 weddings this summer (not including our own) I could go dress-crazy and spend way too much buying new dresses for each event. And as it is, I have about 2 dozen dresses in my closet already. (And most of these dresses I dearly love and yet have only worn once or twice.) So, rather than buying new dresses, I am instead going to *pretend* like I was able to buy myself new little outfits for each wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow we will be attending my cousin's wedding in Grand Rapids, MI, and the classy, cosmopolitan reception at &lt;a href="http://www.thebob.com/home.html"&gt;The B.O.B. &lt;/a&gt; (which stands for the Big Old Building). The following makes up what I think would be the perfect outfit for the event: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. Crew's &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/dresses/weddingsparties/PRDOVR~22512/22512.jsp"&gt;Silk Chiffon Taryn Dress&lt;/a&gt; in vintage blue $215.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_QQByDLRTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/nxVvOLbGxYs/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473017069963003186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the sleek lines of this dress, the twist in the bust, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bright, vivid color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthropologie's &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=18174474&amp;amp;catId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;pushId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;popId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=180&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=102&amp;amp;colorName=MINT&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType=&amp;amp;subCategoryId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS"&gt;Fancified Drops&lt;/a&gt; Earrings $32.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_ci2QEKs8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/oq6THkc4jR0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473882187512853442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw these at the store yesterday and almost splurged. Almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dsw.com/dsw_shoes/catalog/product.jsp?productRef=SEARCH&amp;amp;category=&amp;amp;prodId=208069"&gt;Michael Antonio Rylee Sandal&lt;/a&gt; at DSW $39.95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_chxkAQb-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/2v0lUr2T7ZI/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473881007454187490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This are probably a little different than my ordinary shoe, but I loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the glamour and sparkle of these. They would look great among&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the chic decor in The B.O.B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think? Too sassy? I'll be dreaming of this ensemble tomorrow as I boogie down and catch up with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1760512986327842418?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1760512986327842418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1760512986327842418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1760512986327842418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1760512986327842418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-have-worn-classy-cosmopolitan.html' title='I Would Have Worn: Classy, Cosmopolitan Grand Rapids Wedding'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_QQByDLRTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/nxVvOLbGxYs/s72-c/erez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-9006528706589519268</id><published>2010-05-21T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:58:19.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>((sheepish look))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, I know... I said that I would be better about posting, and then I left you all hanging after 2 days this week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this happened because 2 good things happened: 1) Apple fixed my computer's CD/DVD drive, so I was without a computer for a day and a half and 2) T &amp;amp; I found an apartment last night, and just had to go out for a celebratory dinner with our friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now we're jetting off to Michigan for wedding #3 out of 6 for the summer, so I can't post much more than this. But get excited because as soon as I can I will post my "What I Would Have Worn" post and will blog about out apartment (cross your fingers that our application goes through!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_atbvDBoDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/X9LgnjgTg70/s400/20090501081831.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473753089112645682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/548779"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for sticking with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-9006528706589519268?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9006528706589519268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=9006528706589519268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/9006528706589519268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/9006528706589519268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/sheepish-look.html' title='((sheepish look))'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_atbvDBoDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/X9LgnjgTg70/s72-c/20090501081831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1590847687881198504</id><published>2010-05-18T20:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:59:38.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie list'/><title type='text'>book ends movie list: Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_NFRFK4r3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/YD9pUu-qCNI/s1600/4WXMfRJy6nfm2snof4E76Ahfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_NFRFK4r3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/YD9pUu-qCNI/s400/4WXMfRJy6nfm2snof4E76Ahfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472794131933212530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Ages ago I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0929632/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt; but completely forgot to write up my little movie review about it. This is probably because I was mostly unimpressed with the movie, but felt kind of bad saying so since it won 2 Oscars and since it has been an inspiration for so many. However, I had a hard time with this movie because I felt that it just perpetuated bad stereotypes about women on welfare. Granted, I'm sure that there are plenty of terrible people in the world just like the portrayal of Precious' mother in the movie, but I just wonder at whether or not the world needs another stereotypical black woman on welfare at the forefront in popular culture. At the same time, it is important to learn about the terrible conditions that many people are exposed to (like Precious) but, at what point does our culture need to stop its fascination with confessional stories of despair? What I found myself wondering the entire time I watched this movie was not about the characters themselves but instead about our society in that people &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt; watching stories of others' misery. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, now that I'm done with classes, I plan to be watching a lot more movies and reading more books so get ready for plenty of reviews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1590847687881198504?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1590847687881198504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1590847687881198504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1590847687881198504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1590847687881198504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-ends-movie-list-precious.html' title='book ends movie list: Precious'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_NFRFK4r3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/YD9pUu-qCNI/s72-c/4WXMfRJy6nfm2snof4E76Ahfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7438369714046216915</id><published>2010-05-17T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:59:00.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><title type='text'>I Love: Red!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[On Mondays, I post about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, yay, Mondays are marvelous? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll admit it--for years, YEARS, I hated the color red. I'm not sure why, really... maybe because my favorite color has always been blue, and for some reason I found the two colors at odds in my head. Anyway, in the past 2-3 months I've found myself absolutely loving the color red. I'm not sure that means I would wear lots of red or buy red furniture by any means, but I've grown to love little splashes of the color, like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Lipstick &amp;amp; Red Nail Polish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_CwR5VqxmI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bBRoiT8nDxE/s400/4598629395_607cb3aa18_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472067368751122018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2225447"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_CvzhLx5AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/yIV_N32tv9s/s400/tumblr_kz18fh3ZdG1qa2929o1_400_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066846871118850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2214753"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_Cwfj85t_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/d5vIXXbgslU/s400/tumblr_l2azzqcO9N1qafenno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472067603528267762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[If anyone can tell me where I could get the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shoes above I will be forever indebted to you...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2251707"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_CvzPmv07I/AAAAAAAAAfY/reHQwsbcuuk/s1600/tumblr_kvh59ramGk1qzclx7o1_500_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_CvzPmv07I/AAAAAAAAAfY/reHQwsbcuuk/s400/tumblr_kvh59ramGk1qzclx7o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066842152391602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1435528"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Rose Earrings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_Chp7r4yXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zKpSTNxvgJ8/s400/il_430xN.143898949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051289023629682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/46768504/rose-earrings-red"&gt;Teresa Foster Designs&lt;/a&gt; ($8.50) on etsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've GOTTA get those earrings above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I feel bad for hating on the color red for so long... Dear red, please forgive me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a lovely Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7438369714046216915?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7438369714046216915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7438369714046216915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7438369714046216915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7438369714046216915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-red.html' title='I Love: Red!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_CwR5VqxmI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bBRoiT8nDxE/s72-c/4598629395_607cb3aa18_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5811151465390122534</id><published>2010-05-17T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:39:00.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Wooo! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_C40kLrQVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/P9Md0qIN_2Y/s1600/tumblr_kzpgfxNncn1qaqw2ko1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_C40kLrQVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/P9Md0qIN_2Y/s400/tumblr_kzpgfxNncn1qaqw2ko1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076760460509522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1757430"&gt;Image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you for bearing with me, readers, after the unexplained absence last week. I guess I should have warned you, but it was the last week for me to finish up my two exams, and I got a little overwhelmed by it all. I told myself I couldn't blog until my exams were done, and somehow that didn't happen until last night. Needless to say, I'm now done with the semester for real! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what that means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Find a job--yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Find a place for T &amp;amp; I to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lots of wedding planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Thesis writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Groan. Cross your fingers and wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[AND don't worry, your lovely Monday post is coming shortly!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5811151465390122534?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5811151465390122534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5811151465390122534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5811151465390122534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5811151465390122534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/wooo-im-back.html' title='Wooo! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S_C40kLrQVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/P9Md0qIN_2Y/s72-c/tumblr_kzpgfxNncn1qaqw2ko1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3575623418387409977</id><published>2010-05-07T11:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:59:28.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would have worn'/><title type='text'>I Would Have Worn: Holland, MI Tulip-Time Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Readers, since I don't have a job yet, and need to be saving up for a few very important things (a security deposit on our new apartment, honeymoon (!!), etc.) I've given myself a rule for the summer: I'm not allowed to buy any new dresses. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch. This one hurts a lot. But really, I don't need any new dresses, considering I have about 2 dozen in my closet right now. And since T &amp;amp; I will be attending 6 weddings this summer (not including our own) I could go dress-crazy and spend way too much buying new dresses for each event. (Besides, some of the dresses that I own, I dearly love and yet have only worn once or twice.) So, rather than buying new dresses, I am instead going to *pretend* like I was able to buy myself new little outfits for each wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... this is what I would have worn to our Tulip-Time (a festival dedicated to the Dutch and to, well, tulips), chilly-May, Holland, MI wedding this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anthropologie &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?subCategoryId=&amp;amp;id=030032&amp;amp;catId=SHOPSALE-DRESSES&amp;amp;pushId=SHOPSALE-DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=SHOPSALE&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=114&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=069&amp;amp;colorName=RED%20MOTIF&amp;amp;isSubcategory=&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;isBigImage=&amp;amp;templateType=E"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Castle Lake Dress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; $89.95 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(It's on sale! Does that mean I can splurge on it, then?!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-RGXfca0XI/AAAAAAAAAew/yq7i0YKIY_s/s400/030032_069_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468573216926257522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the pattern in this dress, and the subtle reds and blues that would look outstanding surround by all of Holland's bright tulips. Not to mention the adorable corded straps--reminiscent of boating on Lake Michigan, anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paired with: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J. Crew Featherweight &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Feature_Assortment/NewArrivals/sweaters/PRDOVR~26603/26603.jsp"&gt;Cotton Ruffle Cardigan&lt;/a&gt; $79.50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-RKAyBOiQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_e_SJFQnHsQ/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468577224821999874" /&gt;A nice, navy (nautical?) cardigan with ruffles for when the chilly air off the lake comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sperry's Women's &lt;a href="http://www.sperrytopsider.com/store/SiteController/sperry/productdetails?stockNumber=9294398&amp;amp;showDefaultOption=true&amp;amp;skuId=***7********9294398*M065&amp;amp;productId=7-132380&amp;amp;catId=cat90048DM"&gt; Top-Siders&lt;/a&gt; $85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-RTmEl7W3I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Ssbcn59_-z0/s400/9294398_1_700x700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468587761067580274" /&gt;The classic lines of these boat shoes would surely fit with the style of the dress, and the water-resistant soles would help out with any rain in the Holland skies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So on Saturday as I wear my brown and cream flowered dress (an Anthropologie sale item from last year) I'll imagine that I'm decked out in my navy blues and the castle dress with some red lipstick. :) I can't wait to go "shopping" for my next wedding outfit in two weeks for my cousin's wedding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3575623418387409977?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3575623418387409977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3575623418387409977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3575623418387409977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3575623418387409977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-have-worn-holland-mi-tulip-time.html' title='I Would Have Worn: Holland, MI Tulip-Time Wedding'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-RGXfca0XI/AAAAAAAAAew/yq7i0YKIY_s/s72-c/030032_069_b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5035311480724415115</id><published>2010-05-06T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:13:04.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>School's Out Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... or at least until I decide to get my Ph.D, hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-MhmDdjVPI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MqV_87hEeoM/s400/daniela_lujan_0811-480x600_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468251310205916402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2134071"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been in school for the last 19 years (20 if you count pre-school) and today is my last day of classes until who knows when. Sure, I'll still be finishing my thesis, but that's not the same as sitting at desks, taking notes and trying not to get to restless after an hour of sitting (I'm terrible at sitting, seriously). What am I going to do with myself?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, right, find a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy last day of classes, friends. I so wish I could have a full schedule of classes next year to look forward to--is it terribly nerdy that I love school? I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5035311480724415115?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5035311480724415115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5035311480724415115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5035311480724415115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5035311480724415115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-out-forever.html' title='School&apos;s Out Forever'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-MhmDdjVPI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MqV_87hEeoM/s72-c/daniela_lujan_0811-480x600_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2571644151918006460</id><published>2010-05-05T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:09:59.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>A Few Things That Would Help Me Get Through My Last Classes &amp; Final Exams:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A comfy bed/hammock for reading student papers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-GlnONi4mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xGORQ39X-OE/s400/tumblr_kzxq7om6Ll1qzl7pko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833515852882530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1812547"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An unlimited supply of coffee in these amazing cups&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-Glnhq2PjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GIOY6ZZUCa8/s400/urbaninfluence23_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833521076059698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1707020"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waffles-for-dinner (my favorite comfort kiddie food)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-GloEkAmkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GTc0l71FoQo/s400/tumblr_l1xt9w6VCp1qa13cao1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833530442619458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2146867"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright markers to write with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-GloThtSBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/zejCN39p1zs/s400/tumblr_ktdhrj2KZ21qa5or1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833534459496466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2147516"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing my parents' puppy (though he's not really a puppy anymore)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-GlpKtzbRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nWFg1phrRgg/s400/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833549274180882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: Lauren Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2571644151918006460?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2571644151918006460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2571644151918006460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2571644151918006460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2571644151918006460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-things-that-would-help-me-get.html' title='A Few Things That Would Help Me Get Through My Last Classes &amp; Final Exams:'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S-GlnONi4mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/xGORQ39X-OE/s72-c/tumblr_kzxq7om6Ll1qzl7pko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3315597303944060088</id><published>2010-05-03T06:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:54:52.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><title type='text'>I Love: Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[On Mondays, I post about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, yay, Mondays are marvelous? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S964SC1YTXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kCL4MPp0vrw/s400/tumblr_l1lflxDswe1qayhamo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467009617812278642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my favorite TV shows--Lost, Parenthood, and Glee--air on Tuesday evenings, so needless to say, I watch a two of the shows on Hulu throughout the rest of week to spread out the Tuesday goodness. Sometimes I fall a little behind on the shows, but then I'm extra-lucky and get to watch a couple episodes in a row. One of my favorite things to do is to cuddle up in my bed with my computer and watch a couple hours of TV--watching TV in bed is so much better than watching it in the living room, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I'm a week behind on Glee right now, but it's okay with me. The Madonna episode from two weeks ago was such a great episode... so many great songs! Coach Sylvester as Vogue-Madonna! I want to re-watch the episode over again because I was giggling too much to catch everything the first time. In other words, I love Glee. And I think you should, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2116687"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3315597303944060088?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3315597303944060088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3315597303944060088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3315597303944060088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3315597303944060088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-glee.html' title='I Love: Glee!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S964SC1YTXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kCL4MPp0vrw/s72-c/tumblr_l1lflxDswe1qayhamo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2056585202381138611</id><published>2010-04-30T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:57:05.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, April, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9rY10mGZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mL4ztrXKeAA/s1600/tumblr_l1eh0ljzCl1qarv68o1_500_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9rY10mGZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mL4ztrXKeAA/s400/tumblr_l1eh0ljzCl1qarv68o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919516930631058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, folks, sadly this year's poetry month is coming to a close. Thank you so much for tuning in for my &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;poetry blitz&lt;/a&gt; throughout the month--I hope you all enjoyed it! Here's a little recap of all the poems I posted, in case you missed any. (I bet a literary critic could look at all these poets I've posted and  figure out some pretty big things about my personality and writing style from the poems that I like.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Poetry Month 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz,&lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-one.html"&gt; One&lt;/a&gt;. "The Poet With His Face in His Hands" by Mary Oliver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-two.html"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt;. "Three Weddings in October" by Kathleen McGookey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-three.html"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt;. "Found" by Ron Koertge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/poetry-blitz-four.html"&gt;Four&lt;/a&gt;. "Married Life" by Jeanine Hall Gailey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-five.html"&gt;Five&lt;/a&gt;. "The Gift" by Sean Lause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-six.html"&gt;Six&lt;/a&gt;. "if you like my poems let them" by e.e. cummings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/poetry-blitz-seven.html"&gt;Seven&lt;/a&gt;. "Reasons Not to Have a Daughter" by Twilight Greenaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eight.html"&gt;Eight&lt;/a&gt;. "The Language of the Couple" by Heather Sellers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eight_18.html"&gt;Nine&lt;/a&gt;. "Rain, Snow, and Other Weather" by Lauren Stacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-ten.html"&gt;Ten&lt;/a&gt;. "Poem in Which I, and Only I, Get What I Deserve" by Michael Meyerhofer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eleven.html"&gt;Eleven&lt;/a&gt;. "Introduction to Poetry" by Billy Collins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-twelve.html"&gt;Twelve&lt;/a&gt;. "If You Are Lucky in This Life" by Cameron Penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-thirteen.html"&gt;Thirteen&lt;/a&gt;. "Riddle" by Kate Light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-fourteen.html"&gt;Fourteen&lt;/a&gt;. "Fog" by Carl Sandburg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-fifteen.html"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/a&gt;. "Making a Fist" by Naomi Shihab Nye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-sixteen.html"&gt;Sixteen&lt;/a&gt;. "A as in Alice" by Mary Jo Bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-seventeen.html"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/a&gt;. "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Willams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry Blitz, Eighteen. "1941" by Ruth Stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, thanks for tuning in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2052730"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2056585202381138611?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2056585202381138611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2056585202381138611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2056585202381138611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2056585202381138611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-april-goodbye.html' title='Goodbye, April, Goodbye'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9rY10mGZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mL4ztrXKeAA/s72-c/tumblr_l1eh0ljzCl1qarv68o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-9159443918372031243</id><published>2010-04-30T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:12:39.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the eighteenth (and final!) edition of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pXlQjTCQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yNAhOETdsBk/s400/20090403210009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465777395377309954" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1941&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruth_Stone"&gt;Ruth Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From poetryfoundation.org]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore a large brim hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the women in the ads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How thin I was: such skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. It was Indianapolis;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a taste of sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a natural Afro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no money for a haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in the seedy part;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the buildings all run-down;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the record shop, the jazz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impeccable. We moved like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blind, relying on our touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the corner coffee shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after an hour’s play, with our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serious game on paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the waitress asked us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move on. It wasn’t much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh mortal love, your bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were beautiful. I traced them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my fingers. Now the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grows less. You were so angular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air darkens with steel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smoke. The cracked world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about to disintegrate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the arms of my total happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/487207"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-9159443918372031243?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/9159443918372031243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=9159443918372031243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/9159443918372031243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/9159443918372031243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eighteen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Eighteen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pXlQjTCQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yNAhOETdsBk/s72-c/20090403210009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-134320008108776249</id><published>2010-04-29T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:20:21.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Goodnight, Blog World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! It's been a long week for me, readers, and I have a busy couple of days ahead. So I'm going to go ahead and sign off for a few days. However, don't you fret because I have two more posts scheduled for tomorrow: the last post of my National Poetry Month poetry blitz, and a little recap of the month of poems for you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have an interview in the a.m. (cross your fingers for me!), then office hours with some of the students in the class I'm student teaching, and afterwards am attending the Cubs game! Then, Saturday (with its lovely weather) is my roommate's big wedding day, so T and I will be celebrating with her and her soon-to-be husband at an adorable little church here in Chicago and an awesome reception place in Lincoln Park. I can't wait to see how beautiful she looks--plus I'm very excited because &lt;a href="http://www.ourlaboroflove.com/#weddings-f4818"&gt;Our Labor of Love&lt;/a&gt; is photographing her wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams, blog world. Check out my scheduled posts tomorrow, and I'll see you Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pYawj4WeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AvJhrjER4eU/s1600/4550533651_f172a4270e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pYawj4WeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AvJhrjER4eU/s400/4550533651_f172a4270e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465778314502756834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo (c) &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-134320008108776249?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/134320008108776249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=134320008108776249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/134320008108776249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/134320008108776249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodnight-blog-world.html' title='Goodnight, Blog World'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pYawj4WeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AvJhrjER4eU/s72-c/4550533651_f172a4270e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3294425684368898260</id><published>2010-04-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:13:05.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Seventeen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the seventeenth edition of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pKVOGm22I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SukUfcgPO68/s400/4347507565_9a2a013fee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465762826191035234" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Red Wheelbarrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By William Carlos Williams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a red wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glazed with rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beside the white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35651694@N08/"&gt;riche77us&lt;/a&gt; on flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3294425684368898260?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3294425684368898260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3294425684368898260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3294425684368898260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3294425684368898260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-seventeen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Seventeen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9pKVOGm22I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SukUfcgPO68/s72-c/4347507565_9a2a013fee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4957130294776508307</id><published>2010-04-28T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:34:27.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzI*NzU5ODAwNDQmcHQ9MTI3MjQ3NjA1MDM1NCZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9bWljcm9fbXVzaWNfcGxheWVyX2ZpcnN*X2dl/biZnPTEmbz*3Y2ZlZGZhMWJlODQ*Zjc5YWJhNmE*NjUxNmMzOTVkMiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm cracking down and doing some homework and organizing. Only a week and a half left of classes until I'll be finished with the coursework of my MFA. While I've been working, I've been listening to this song on repeat--and I think you all should check it out, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/31/widgetPlayerMicro.swf?emailPlaylist=song_3901921&amp;amp;backgroundcolor=EEEEEE&amp;amp;font_color=000000&amp;amp;shuffle=&amp;amp;autoPlay=false" height="125" width="160" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/calebmaitland"&gt;Caleb Maitland&lt;/a&gt;, singer and songwriter, and a friend of mine from high school picked up and moved to Nashville after graduation. I always admired his courage in doing this, and a few days ago all of his hard work paid off--he won a big battle of the bands contest and will open for a big name band (like Toby Keith, OAR, or Styx) during &lt;a href="http://www.summercelebration.com/"&gt;Muskegon's Summer Celebration&lt;/a&gt; in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just love the the vocals of the song, and the fact that it's upbeat without being overly peppy. Not to mention the lyrics are great. It kind of reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jonmclaughlin"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/a&gt;'s music--one of my all-time favorite male vocalists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To listen to more of his songs, click &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/3901921#/calebmaitland"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/31/song_3901921//t.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4957130294776508307?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4957130294776508307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4957130294776508307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4957130294776508307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4957130294776508307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-music.html' title='New Music!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-267751218633652386</id><published>2010-04-28T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:31:24.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the sixteenth edition of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9hwp3rA3-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/H-SXZedt3FY/s400/tumblr_kzzfcbJr0v1qangmzo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465242012435406818" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And as in Alice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Jo_Bang"&gt;Mary Jo Bang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Poems-Mary-Jo-Bang/dp/1555975399"&gt;The Bride of E&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice cannot be in the poem, she says, because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's only a metaphor for childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a poem is a metaphor already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'd only have a metaphor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside a metaphor. Do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all nod. They see. Except for the girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With her head in the rabbit hole. From this vantage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her bum looks like the flattened backside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of  a black and white panda. She actually has one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the crook of  her arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it's stuffed and not living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would dare hold a real bear so near the outer ear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's wondering what possible harm might come to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If  she fell all the way down the dark she's looking through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would strange creatures sing songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where odd syllables came to a sibilant end at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the sounds would be a form of  light  hissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when a walrus blows air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through two fractured front teeth. Perhaps it would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the form of a snake. But if a snake, it would need a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could she grow one from seed? Could one make a cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it sit on a branch and fade away again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment you told it that the rude noise it was hearing was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         rational thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With an axe beating on the forest door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2086099"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-267751218633652386?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/267751218633652386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=267751218633652386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/267751218633652386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/267751218633652386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-sixteen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Sixteen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9hwp3rA3-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/H-SXZedt3FY/s72-c/tumblr_kzzfcbJr0v1qangmzo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5527568738732598890</id><published>2010-04-26T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:44:14.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>Our Engagement Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're here! I want to extend a very special thank you to Casey Stryzyewski at &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photo&lt;/a&gt; (and her assistant) in take these lovely pictures for us. To see the rest of the photos, check out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43791717@N08/sets/72157623931416804/"&gt;her flickr stream&lt;/a&gt;. We had a wonderful time galavanting around Chicago--riding the subway, reading books in Roosevelt University's library, gazing at Buckingham fountain, and trying to block out the windy weather by Lake Michigan. Take a sneak peek for yourself: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMDRu4jiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XDzk8aaYN0Q/s400/4550604015_08f7098c37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498079555685922" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMDD0XmcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IUlPH4MD8ww/s400/4550424341_4c6e146a7e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498075820595650" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMDnN-5FI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nOsm0DZIVj0/s400/4551090980_0931bdf931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498085323269202" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMD0J-g6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/q7rTdwaKjKc/s400/4551102484_d6eb564695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498088796128162" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMXMeztGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Rhd3eFN5i9Q/s400/4550481011_b58e0be254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498421743465570" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMEM80ddI/AAAAAAAAAbo/geF7quzs2BQ/s400/4550474311_ca1a1572fe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498095451829714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMXoXtPII/AAAAAAAAAcA/RlHuJIyR-cw/s400/4551220564_3662fa3492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498429229874306" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMXHBH8JI/AAAAAAAAAb4/npxKU-W8260/s400/4550533651_f172a4270e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498420276785298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XULuVb4eI/AAAAAAAAAcg/4Nmn7_p1uWE/s400/4551164732_b6128a4aba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464507020765553122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMYJPENdI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7hjKP-XnObg/s400/4551193028_d0e8d5731f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498438052001234" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XUMJYiY5I/AAAAAAAAAco/vD_Q2VPO0q0/s1600/4550564233_083781373e.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XUMJYiY5I/AAAAAAAAAco/vD_Q2VPO0q0/s400/4550564233_083781373e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464507028026319762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMctyGBGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Rm0qiwjJes0/s400/4550560673_151cc990b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498516582073442" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMYZGHTXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zI2PxT7k15A/s400/4550559437_6bdc1e1252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464498442309422450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love them so much that I just can't choose a favorite. The last photo is a throwback to our days at Dutch-y &lt;a href="http://www.hope.edu/"&gt;Hope College&lt;/a&gt;, in Holland, MI. Of course T wouldn't lean in for the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchvillage.com/DVShoppingfolder/dewit/images/010564.jpg"&gt;traditional Dutch picture&lt;/a&gt;, hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think? What ones are your favorites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5527568738732598890?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5527568738732598890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5527568738732598890' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5527568738732598890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5527568738732598890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-engagement-pictures.html' title='Our Engagement Pictures!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XMDRu4jiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XDzk8aaYN0Q/s72-c/4550604015_08f7098c37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2555044615202960708</id><published>2010-04-26T13:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:19:25.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><title type='text'>I Love: Tissue Paper Poms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[On Mondays, I post about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, &lt;i&gt;yay, Mondays are marvelous&lt;/i&gt;? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XYG0hHjdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gd9gUWDwUyo/s400/msw_spring06_pompom_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464511334572330450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, our apartment has been bachelorette party central, and to decorate for the festivities, we made some of Martha Stewart's tissue paper poms to hang from our doorways. We used bright colors and they looked so lovely that we just haven't been able to take them down yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so nice to come home to an apartment that looks so festive and bright--so we figure that party decorations can have everyday functions as well. If you want to make your own to brighten up your space, you can find the directions &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/article/pom-poms-and-luminarias"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a lovely Monday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2555044615202960708?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2555044615202960708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2555044615202960708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2555044615202960708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2555044615202960708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-tissue-paper-poms.html' title='I Love: Tissue Paper Poms!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9XYG0hHjdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gd9gUWDwUyo/s72-c/msw_spring06_pompom_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-828720170148190326</id><published>2010-04-26T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:20:17.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Fifteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the fifteenth installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9WvGMFfHRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AQNSVcwvfAU/s400/tumblr_l0211kDnO51qzw38to1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464466243742276882" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Making a Fist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naomi_Shihab_Nye"&gt;Naomi Shihab Nye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Words-Under-Selected-Poems-Corner/dp/0933377290"&gt;Words Under the Words: Selected Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the life sliding out of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was seven, I lay in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How do you know if you are going to die?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begged my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been traveling for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With strange confidence she answered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you can no longer make a fist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years later I smile to think of that journey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the borders we must cross separately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stamped with our unanswerable woes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I who did not die, who am still living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clenching and opening one small hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1822381"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-828720170148190326?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/828720170148190326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=828720170148190326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/828720170148190326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/828720170148190326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-fifteen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Fifteen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9WvGMFfHRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AQNSVcwvfAU/s72-c/tumblr_l0211kDnO51qzw38to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5639374514071114790</id><published>2010-04-24T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:39:46.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our wedding journey'/><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good morning, readers! I just wanted to post because I am so excited--today T &amp;amp; I are getting our engagement pictures taken today by the lovely Casey Strzyzewski (soon-to-be Harrison) at &lt;a href="http://hellolovephoto.com/"&gt;Hello Love Photography&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43791717@N08/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on flickr. (She's also my roommate!) Check out some of her awesome photos (my favorites are the silhouettes in the tunnel, the pictures under the trees, and the feet from under the bleachers). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9MslrENPzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_vsqfXYTw2Q/s400/4148454466_e89aedf378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463759798657695538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(c) Hello Love Photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to share our photos with you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5639374514071114790?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5639374514071114790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5639374514071114790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5639374514071114790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5639374514071114790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9MslrENPzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_vsqfXYTw2Q/s72-c/4148454466_e89aedf378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7997597885159815261</id><published>2010-04-23T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:02:32.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Fourteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(41, 48, 59); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This post is the fourteenth installation of book ends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S7QZjdy1GYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8Q7FQIdc2rU/s1600/4365242086_f954a8c2c4_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S7QZjdy1GYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8Q7FQIdc2rU/s400/4365242086_f954a8c2c4_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013145736452482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Sandburg"&gt;Carl Sandburg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fog comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on little cat feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sits looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over harbor and city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on silent haunches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then moves on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Image: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1541070"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7997597885159815261?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7997597885159815261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7997597885159815261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7997597885159815261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7997597885159815261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-fourteen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Fourteen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S7QZjdy1GYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8Q7FQIdc2rU/s72-c/4365242086_f954a8c2c4_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1144164677835694819</id><published>2010-04-23T11:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:59:31.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Highlights of My Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear readers, I apologize for being so bad about my postings lately. Sure, I've been keeping up with my &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz&lt;/a&gt;, but I haven't been blogging much of anything else lately. Things are winding down for the semester--my last semester of coursework for my MFA in Creative Writing--and needless to say, I have plenty to work on: a 12-page paper, my thesis, a graduate research presentation, and compiling a syllabus for a final project. Not to mention wedding planning and job searching.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, it's not all stress over here. There have been some great highlights in my week that keep me pushing forward, and positive. No matter how busy my schedule is, if I get a moment or two to really enjoy something unexpected, then it all seems okay by the end of the day. Here are some of my highlights of the week:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrot Cake Cupcakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9HJ6arvPUI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ol5e87i1QM0/s400/tumblr_ku2nrbRYC41qzz3tno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369828409490754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, for some reason, I've been craving carrot cake all week long. After every meal, I want some sweet cream cheese frosting atop a cute little carrot cake cupcake--and I'm embarrassed to say that I've given in and had FOUR in the past four days. (Sheepish grin.) Each of these little guilty treats have been a highlight to my crazy week. Let's hope that things slow down next week so I don't keep this little streak up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1133130"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Child's "Lemonade" Stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9HdjSTDy4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/WPlfR6g1tbg/s400/3696840550_8aabb24df1_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463391421254060930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite moments of the week happened on Wednesday mid-morning when I was walking home from the gym. A little boy was positioned in front of his house, with a table of cupcakes, mini water bottles and some rocks with hand-drawn faces. "Would you like to buy something from me?" he asked. I scanned his table, and fell in love with one of his little rocks. "How much?" I asked. "Whatever you think it's worth," was his very good answer. "Two dollars?" I asked, and his face lit up. "Thank you very much," he said. "Have a great day!" And the smiley rock has become a perfect little paperweight on my desk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1844818"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Potted Plants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9HQYJwitmI/AAAAAAAAAao/hOb_BxBjp9E/s400/4529447310_90d9d661bb_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376936332080738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To liven up our little apartment, I went out and got some green little friends to adorn the empty spaces on our shelves and tables (one of my lovely roommates is getting married and moving out). Their little green branches and leaves have made me very cheerful every time I enter the house. Now I just have to make sure that I don't neglect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1988124"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kinds of things do you all do to make stressful weeks happier? Any hints for the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1144164677835694819?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1144164677835694819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1144164677835694819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1144164677835694819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1144164677835694819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/highlights-of-my-week.html' title='Highlights of My Week'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9HJ6arvPUI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ol5e87i1QM0/s72-c/tumblr_ku2nrbRYC41qzz3tno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-5516382123884047965</id><published>2010-04-22T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:35:52.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Thirteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;This post is the t&lt;/span&gt;hirteenth&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; installation of book ends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9CzDcclLDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kHwBE9Hjab4/s400/3265765379_5de0790caf_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463063219757460530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riddle &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.katelight.com/"&gt;Kate Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From &lt;a href="http://drunkenboat.com/db7/"&gt;Drunken Boat 7&lt;/a&gt;, Spring 2005]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you won’t go out tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you will, I’m certain;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eyes will light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as mine go out, your curtain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part, and all the dark illuminate…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ll slip out through the narrow door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and down and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cobbled street, your step as sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if you’d always known the town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go to places I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you but will not go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can this be? Can it be fair…?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no “fair”-- just you wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wayward the medieval street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lured by everything, and blind…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who can know whom you might meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you go, seeking your own kind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1082320"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-5516382123884047965?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/5516382123884047965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=5516382123884047965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5516382123884047965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/5516382123884047965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-thirteen.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Thirteen.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S9CzDcclLDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kHwBE9Hjab4/s72-c/3265765379_5de0790caf_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-2224526542790944644</id><published>2010-04-21T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:10:04.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the twelfth installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S88_MWhsH-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EZl7JRnfykw/s400/20090308210613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462654354461564898" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You are Lucky in this Life &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Cameron Penny, 4th grade student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Found in &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~nidus/archives/spring2004/current/rybicki.int.html"&gt;an interview&lt;/a&gt; with poet &lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v1n2/poetry/rybicki_j/index.htm"&gt;John Rybicki&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A window will appear between two armies on a battlefield. Instead of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing their enemies in the window, they see themselves as children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stop fighting and go home and sleep. When they wake up, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;land is well again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/424410"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-2224526542790944644?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/2224526542790944644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=2224526542790944644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2224526542790944644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/2224526542790944644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-twelve.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Twelve.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S88_MWhsH-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/EZl7JRnfykw/s72-c/20090308210613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-3267150092552146523</id><published>2010-04-20T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:18:21.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Eleven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the eleventh installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S83TOV_7PqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QX9XIYHownc/s1600/2320239936_7e8605f6d0_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S83TOV_7PqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QX9XIYHownc/s400/2320239936_7e8605f6d0_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462254166447177378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction to Poetry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Collins"&gt;Billy Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/155728024X/1n9867a-20"&gt;The Apple That Astonished Paris&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask them to take a poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hold it up to the light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a color slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or press an ear against its hive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say drop a mouse into a poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watch him probe his way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or walk inside the poem's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and feel the walls for a light switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want them to waterski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;across the surface of a poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waving at the author's name on the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all they want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is tie the poem to a chair with rope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and torture a confession out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They begin beating it with a hose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find out what it really means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1868999"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-3267150092552146523?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/3267150092552146523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=3267150092552146523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3267150092552146523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/3267150092552146523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eleven.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Eleven.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S83TOV_7PqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QX9XIYHownc/s72-c/2320239936_7e8605f6d0_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-8440788683279817825</id><published>2010-04-19T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:18:11.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the tenth installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uwXEw3B0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KWA6KNSu-mw/s1600/_mg_9093_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461652883579012930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uwXEw3B0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KWA6KNSu-mw/s400/_mg_9093_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem in Which I, and Only I, Get What I Deserve&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.troublewithhammers.com/"&gt;Michael Meyerhofer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Found in &lt;a href="http://www.anotherchicagomagazine.net/"&gt;Another Chicago Magazine&lt;/a&gt; #49]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student with manga-blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;submits a poem about her father's hands&lt;br /&gt;and their ability, when closed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to chip more than teeth. I remember&lt;br /&gt;four years of boxing lessons,&lt;br /&gt;the reason I stayed late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pressed iron bars against the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;the nunchakus I practiced&lt;br /&gt;to the trill of imaginary pan flutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after another female friend told me&lt;br /&gt;what so-and-so had done&lt;br /&gt;and I shuttered from the weight of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her the number for counseling.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in a poor attempt&lt;br /&gt;to lighten the mood, ask her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she wants me to go kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;She looks me up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Says: I'm pretty sure he could take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/788756"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-8440788683279817825?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/8440788683279817825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=8440788683279817825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8440788683279817825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/8440788683279817825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-ten.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Ten.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uwXEw3B0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KWA6KNSu-mw/s72-c/_mg_9093_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7681003280885505737</id><published>2010-04-19T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:32:36.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>I Love: Messy Buns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[For three (&lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-exercise.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-striped-tees.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-parenthood-on-nbc.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;) of the past six Mondays, I have posted about something that I love. Mondays are such rough days--does anyone out there actually like the start of a new work week? Does anyone say, &lt;i&gt;yay, Mondays are marvelous&lt;/i&gt;? So to cheer myself up, and maybe my readers, too, I've decided to officially name my "I Love" posts on Mondays: book ends' Lovely Monday posts. Because wouldn't the day be so much better if you tried to think about lovely things?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8utYTzpYiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mMbZDCoI-GA/s400/3854079780_f87e98eb5b_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461649606262219298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/965027"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8utzGsolzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SxivtddWP_Y/s400/4490250689_c59d6ce70d_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461650066599614258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1863371"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uuxUxlDzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/q8-861NMYZU/s400/tumblr_l0b5mcgkXe1qzbk2ko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461651135530340146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1851511"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uuSCatuXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JuHvr26pOrA/s400/tumblr_kzbxzvMPtC1qattr5o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461650598026656114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1694186"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's because my hair now reaches my shoulder blades, or maybe because Chicago is slowly starting to warm up again, but lately, for me, the messy bun has been making its comeback. Call me lazy, but there's something so nice about just twisting up a mess of hair and somehow ending up with a glam little knot on your neck. I'm afraid if I don't chop off some of my locks soon, I may end up with &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; hair to do this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a lovely Monday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7681003280885505737?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7681003280885505737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7681003280885505737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7681003280885505737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7681003280885505737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-messy-buns.html' title='I Love: Messy Buns!'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8utYTzpYiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mMbZDCoI-GA/s72-c/3854079780_f87e98eb5b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-6845315747375712685</id><published>2010-04-18T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:55:08.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing excerpt'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Nine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight's edition of book ends' National Poetry Month poetry blitz (read more about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) is an extra-special edition for two reasons. First, because I am going to post a poem written by none other than yours truly, the very poem that is mentioned in &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-write.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post--as requested by a faithful reader of mine. Second, tonight's post is special because today is an important day... the 5 year anniversary of the day T &amp;amp; I started dating. And the poem that I am posting just happens to be about him. So, happy anniversary, T!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uxqVehwKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Km7J0oxscQ4/s400/tumblr_kuiovhT3JC1qzpe8uo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461654313994666146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain, Snow, and Other Weather&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Lauren Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Found in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Time-You-Let-Me-Poets/dp/0061896373"&gt;Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets Under 25&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like the weather, never really can predict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when this rain cloud's gonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burst; when it's the high or it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the low, when you might need a light jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'm the slush that sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the bottom of your work pants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can easily be the melting snowflakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clinging to your long lashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that some people like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny and seventy-five,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny and seventy-five,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny and seventy-five,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you take me as I am and never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget to pack an umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) Lauren Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1942693"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-6845315747375712685?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/6845315747375712685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=6845315747375712685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6845315747375712685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/6845315747375712685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eight_18.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Nine.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uxqVehwKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Km7J0oxscQ4/s72-c/tumblr_kuiovhT3JC1qzpe8uo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-7909702213554220445</id><published>2010-04-18T17:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:55:01.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing-as-a-job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Why I Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uK7gWAHFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dRGAs2-ZOwI/s1600/4290209015_24d02e0f5c_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uK7gWAHFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dRGAs2-ZOwI/s400/4290209015_24d02e0f5c_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461611728015989842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the loveliest thing ever happen to me last week, and I've been hemming and hawing over whether or not to share it here, because it might sound a little like I'm tooting my own horn. But I've decided to share because, ultimately, this little story is about writing--and why I, personally, write. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in Denver, overwhelmed by the number of successful writers around me, it was easy to feel a little discouraged. Sure, I have &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-here.html"&gt;three poems published&lt;/a&gt; in a delightful anthology, but the high from one's first publication can only last so long before a writer starts feeling pressure for another publication, and then another and another. But then, I went back to our hotel one night, and found a positively uplifting email in my inbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went a little something like this: A woman, a librarian in upstate New York, emailed me and told me that she loved Naomi Shihab Nye, and had run out and picked up her anthology as soon as she heard about it. When she finished reading the book, she looked back at her favorite poems, and realized that a lot of them were, well, written by me. She could have simply ended the email right there, and I would have been giddy simply knowing that I had stood out in a anthology of 25 poets to someone out there. But, she continued: at a faculty meeting at her school, she had decided she wanted to read my poem, "Rain, Snow, and Other Weather," at the beginning of the meeting. She read aloud, but when she got to the last two lines, she found herself crying and unable to finish. One of her co-workers had to finish reading the last lines for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, my friends, is why I write. And in the literary community, in an MFA program, and surround by successful writers, it is sometimes easy to forget about this. Many people write to be "artsy," to be published, or to make money. But what I've always loved about reading was how it could touch you, how the words could leap off the page and &lt;i&gt;mean &lt;/i&gt;something, even though they came from someone else's mind, someone else's experience. In the past, I've been told that my poetry is "sentimental" and often, there is a touch of distain that comes with that word, especially when uttered by writers who reach only for the artistic. But me, I'm fine with being sentimental if it means that I can touch the average person, if it means that my writing can go beyond just the literary community, and into the lives of those who might not have an MFA or a PhD,  who let my words show them a mirror of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo:&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1366880"&gt; weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-7909702213554220445?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/7909702213554220445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=7909702213554220445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7909702213554220445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/7909702213554220445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-write.html' title='Why I Write'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8uK7gWAHFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dRGAs2-ZOwI/s72-c/4290209015_24d02e0f5c_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4973051911117654448</id><published>2010-04-16T15:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:42:29.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><title type='text'>Dork, Nerd, Dweeb or Geek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8jLmE5xTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nHQ1g4yUkS8/s1600/tumblr_l0vwgzM2nI1qzu1fjo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8jLmE5xTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nHQ1g4yUkS8/s400/tumblr_l0vwgzM2nI1qzu1fjo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460838403198242594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little fun for my Friday post, because, well, we all need a little fun every once in a while, and this week especially I need some. I have been a little off in my postings, but I hope that after my weekend of cracking down and getting things done, I will be back to normal by next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cracking up over this image, which was found at t&lt;a href="http://www.greatwhitesnark.com/2010/03/25/difference-between-nerd-dork-and-geek-explained-in-a-venn-diagram/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:%20greatwhitesnark/yqzr%20(Great%20White%20Snark)"&gt;hegreatwhitesnark.com&lt;/a&gt; by a friend of mine, and posted on her facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8jJFZ5OhFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Iv2Cv6ZcbGw/s1600/Nerd_Dork_Geek_Venn_Diagram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8jJFZ5OhFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Iv2Cv6ZcbGw/s400/Nerd_Dork_Geek_Venn_Diagram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460835642874168402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I now know that I was incorrect in referring to my teenage self as a "nerd"--because, while I had the intelligence (I cried when I got my first, and only A-) and the obsession factors (I would read while walking home from school for heaven's sake), I fortunately was blessed to be socially competent. Therefore, it would be much more accurate to call myself a geek rather than a nerd. I'm so glad this has all been cleared up, aren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers, while I'm sure you all are the coolest people on the planet, do any of you fall into these categories? How would you be labeled? (And do you agree with these definitions?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1954646"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4973051911117654448?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4973051911117654448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4973051911117654448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4973051911117654448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4973051911117654448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/dork-nerd-dweeb-or-geek.html' title='Dork, Nerd, Dweeb or Geek?'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8jLmE5xTyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nHQ1g4yUkS8/s72-c/tumblr_l0vwgzM2nI1qzu1fjo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-1869821312555369046</id><published>2010-04-16T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:37:58.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Eight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the eighth installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8igYYRqysI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0wMgREgEUV4/s400/tumblr_l0vsfmnfSM1qbzs9ko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460790888880589506" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Language of the Couple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.heathersellers.com/index.html"&gt;Heather Sellers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From the collection, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boys-Borrow-Issues-Poetry-Prose/dp/193097471X"&gt;The Boys I Borrow&lt;/a&gt;, originally published in &lt;a href="http://www.smartishpace.com/"&gt;Smartish Pace&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiniest anything in the sweet whole world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is named new, just you two know bike is Pony,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy is Rug, van is Pookatron, husband, The Pook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An adorable adoring dictionary feeds you two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have your names for each other engraved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your wedding rings, you have names for a chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bed, the way you lean back when he holds you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You name the compost pile, you name the dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and over and over with new and ever sicklier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goopier names. Oh Bowser, oh Cutie. Oh Pookadoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more named things the sons protest, it’s just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake, stop, stop with The Bug, the June, Junie June Bug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything doesn’t have to Be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Named. They repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Less Said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it does. Everything does have to be named. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naming’s the knitting love does to keep you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snug, it’s the country you make &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place you live in. Its language is a two people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluency. The extra names gild a thing, a boy, a heart—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more names the more loved. The more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved the more worth, the more you want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we continue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To summon the bicycle, the car, the garbage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can, the boys, the hounds, the dishes, the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the love names, the wings Words have when they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yours and his, tongue of two of one of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1963111"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-1869821312555369046?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/1869821312555369046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=1869821312555369046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1869821312555369046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/1869821312555369046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-eight.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Eight.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8igYYRqysI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0wMgREgEUV4/s72-c/tumblr_l0vsfmnfSM1qbzs9ko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-239432312251225650</id><published>2010-04-14T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:15:47.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the seventh installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8XbeQyRSII/AAAAAAAAAYs/zx6v-IKSKiI/s400/stroll_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460011436204968066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reasons Not To Have a Daughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://twilightgreenaway.typepad.com/"&gt;Twilight Greenaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[From &lt;a href="http://www.ninthletter.com/"&gt;Ninth Letter&lt;/a&gt; Vol 5, Issue 1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She’ll shed like a dove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;molt and scrap and reassess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;herself in patches like crops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gridding land from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will be all sandal strap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and knee. Snaps and clips and hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in mouth. Fabric sliced right off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yearned precisely for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you’re any good at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she will radiate contentment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accept recipes and underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long after she needs either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will also one day know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how small your life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when set against the debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you’ve kept at bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the bank and the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a place you’ve carved:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a stubborn floor, a bird, a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1867677"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-239432312251225650?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/239432312251225650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=239432312251225650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/239432312251225650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/239432312251225650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/03/poetry-blitz-seven.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Seven.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8XbeQyRSII/AAAAAAAAAYs/zx6v-IKSKiI/s72-c/stroll_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4206712551805404334</id><published>2010-04-13T19:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:43:36.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry blitz'/><title type='text'>Poetry Blitz, Six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is the sixth installation of book ends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Poetry Month poetry blitz! Read about it &lt;a href="http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/national-poetry-month.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8UPM3yK8cI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vPovR4yjVGk/s1600/4240943851_af7bc48bf9_o_large.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8UPM3yK8cI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vPovR4yjVGk/s400/4240943851_af7bc48bf9_o_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459786837063823810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you like my poems let them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;by e.e. cummings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(found at americanpoems.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you like my poems let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk in the evening, a little behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then people will say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Along this road I saw a princess pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on her way to meet her lover(it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1939682"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501592152552260434-4206712551805404334?l=lauren-stacks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/feeds/4206712551805404334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501592152552260434&amp;postID=4206712551805404334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4206712551805404334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501592152552260434/posts/default/4206712551805404334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauren-stacks.blogspot.com/2010/04/poetry-blitz-six.html' title='Poetry Blitz, Six.'/><author><name>Lauren Stacks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555129516850416220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/SWT0S47Uo9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SQ2TnWqQoZc/S220/IMG_1179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8UPM3yK8cI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vPovR4yjVGk/s72-c/4240943851_af7bc48bf9_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501592152552260434.post-4150479137215189452</id><published>2010-04-13T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:34:29.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing-as-a-job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Back in Chicago, Sea-Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lovely readers, I'm back from Denver, and while I had a great time during my whirlwind visit, I'm glad to be back at sea-level. I was really surprised how much the altitude messed with me--I woke up with headaches each morning, and felt exhausted by 10 p.m. each night. Chicago is now fully green and blooming, and all the extra air sure feels nice in my lungs. I only took a few pictures during my trip, so here a just a few:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqDhOsdFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q2AIrGjFSWc/s400/IMG_3110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459745994460394578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16th Street Mall, with its Free Mallride and streets without any cars allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqE7A4xXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BNY4JHOTwn0/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqE7A4xXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BNY4JHOTwn0/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqE7A4xXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BNY4JHOTwn0/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459746018561672562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Larimer Square, where I ate at a delicious French restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqEax4suI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TRgxoU0fTe8/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sLjSlSzEbJA/S8TqEax4suI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TRgxoU0fTe8/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459746009908818658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Capital Building, in Capital Hill, where we stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, my trip was a blast. I did tons of writerly things--attended a reading by &lt;a href="http://www.georgesaundersland.com/"&gt;George Saunders&lt;/a&gt; and listened to &lt;a href="http://www.michaelchabon.com/Michael_Chabon/Home.html"&gt;Michael Chabon &lt;/a&gt;speak (and I'm currently reading his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/0312282990/"&gt;The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay&lt;/a&gt;!). I got lots of free literary magazines, made some great contacts, and even had lunch with a friend whom I met on a plane ride in January! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I attended some great panels, and others that weren't so great. But they all had wonderful titles: &lt;i&gt;Mommy, I'm Having an Existential Crisis!: Voices of Children in Fiction;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;All Around Bitch: The Challenges of Writing Unlikeable Female Protagonists;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sick Humor: What's Not Funny About Serious Disease?&lt;/i&gt; On Saturday evening, we went out to what is apparently a Denver hotspot, The Whiskey Bar, where baseball fans could bring their ticket stub and get a free PBR after the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd definitely love to go back to Denver when I have more time. And I'm already planning on attending next year's AWP Conference in Washington D.C.--I just haven't told my fiance yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;L. Stacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&
