<?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-1088802109262153351</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:29.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know What I'm Sayin'?</title><subtitle type='html'>just things that I like to say...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-5498276686531706184</id><published>2008-06-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:02:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession</title><content type='html'>I need to say that my new obsession, well, it's actually not "new" but still, I'm addicted, is watching jon and kate plus 8. i know, i know... typical right?  these kids are seriously cute, and i laugh at how stressed the mom gets. the things kids say are just down right funny.  most people say that this show is "birth control" but I don't think so. I mean, I know I'm going to want kids in the future, watching a show isn't going to speed up the process people. ha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of speeding up the process, i was in harris teeter tonight, around 6:30pm, and strangely there were about 4 little tables set up all around the store, for wine tasting. perfect time for right out of the office, stressed people to have some wine. well, wine isn't my thing, i just don't enjoy it, but as i'm passing by, an older man is sipping away at his wine, and drops the ugliest/smelliest air bomb i've ever heard. i didnt know whether it was a joke, maybe he made a sound out of his mouth, or if it was real. the woman next to me looked at me, thinking i did it - and i was verbally stunned and was only able to shake my head no to maintain my dignity. some people just don't get that you don't do that kinda blown thing in public. woof. makes me sick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have a new found love for italian ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SGRYEDaPuHI/AAAAAAAACF4/exZhSCJBNHs/s320/DSCN1282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216391095059986546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss europe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-5498276686531706184?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/5498276686531706184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=5498276686531706184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5498276686531706184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5498276686531706184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/06/obsession.html' title='obsession'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SGRYEDaPuHI/AAAAAAAACF4/exZhSCJBNHs/s72-c/DSCN1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-2414940664544945821</id><published>2008-06-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:34:58.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves It</title><content type='html'>to continue my little streak of funny videos on here, I'll give you one of my favorite ones that my friend sent me early last year. Bottom line, the best part about this video is the replays and slow motion. &lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NTIyMDYw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NTIyMDYw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.break.com/content/view.aspx?ContentID=522060"&gt;Kid faceplants and falls off slide!&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-2414940664544945821?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/2414940664544945821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=2414940664544945821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/2414940664544945821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/2414940664544945821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/06/loves-it.html' title='Loves It'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-970363589326831927</id><published>2008-04-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:19:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Col-Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my sweet Colin, whom I've worked with for about a year and a half, has been having horrible sharp upper stomach pains. It's seriously horrible to watch this poor boy have that pain. It comes and goes, lasts about 30 seconds, and his eyes fill up with tears, he starts to whisper, falls to the ground basically and grabs anything he can hold onto for comfort. His family has taken him to get 2 x-rays, blood work to see if he has Diabetes, all of which have come back, negative. His "attacks" have lessened, but all the doctors say that it's constipation. Sorry, but we all know for a fact, that's not the issue. So, if you could, pray for Colin. My sweet Col-bear needs to be better :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SA0S44sGgmI/AAAAAAAACBQ/HjE7FtFSLhs/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191826713927385698" /&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/1088802109262153351-970363589326831927?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/970363589326831927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=970363589326831927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/970363589326831927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/970363589326831927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/04/col-bear.html' title='Col-Bear'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SA0S44sGgmI/AAAAAAAACBQ/HjE7FtFSLhs/s72-c/IMG_0702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-8846397884710159687</id><published>2008-04-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:37:01.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterball</title><content type='html'>I want to apologize for the lack of updating for awhile. When I first got this blog, I was all about it, and updated pretty often, but I got slack on it, busy with my life, and this poor thing felt the blunt of the hit. I would like to inform you on some choice things that have been going on in my life right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My major is Extension Education - Communication Concentration, which pretty much equals out to Agriculture &amp;amp; Communication put together. Pretty lame? Yeah it is. Nothing is pretty about it, nor do I really have an interest for anything in this field, minus the communication part. I was struggling in school, knew that NC State was the place for me to go, but I didn't have the grades at the time, so I got accepted into a college that would accept me with my grades. Now my grades are a lot higher, but I'm stuck in a major that I'm really far long into. But let's face it: it doesn't matter what your degree is in these days, they just want to see that paper! But to my story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one of the required courses is Poultry Science. Every single bit of this class has been exactly what I was haunting. Learning too much about chicken, that now when I go to Bojangles, I know exactly what I'm eating, how it got processed, the part of the chicken it's from, and much more that I wish to exclude from my memory soon. I won't lie though, it's been somewhat interesting finding out random crap about chickens. Well, a lab is connected with this class - and the first 2 labs included dissecting which disgusted me to no belief. Most of the jigs in that class are rednecks with Carhartt jackets, camo hats and wrangler jeans, and here I am sitting with my fake Coach purse. Can you get this picture yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First haunting was the 2nd lab, when we were going through the digestive system, a guy named Chance (go figure) was sitting across from me, and decided to cut off his chickens toe which obviously has bone in it. He then put force towards his scissors, which made this poor chickens toe fly across the table, and hit me on my shoulder. This made me start to hate this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second disgust is when my lab professor would demonstrate what we needed to do to the chicken, and cut the thing open, blood was everywhere, and she didnt use gloves OR even take off her wedding rings! She said she has done it so long that she can do it with her eyes closed and doesn't like the "sensation" of the gloves and would rather do it bare handed. I personally think that's some sort of hazard, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, our last big field trip (out of 5) was to the Butterball factory in Mount Olive, NC. I've been dreading this field trip because its with 50+ State kids, who are weird and no one  knows eachother, for over 2 hours in a bus there and back. We get there, and have to wear a head to toe white jump-suit, that covered our feet and had a hood. Then we had to wear goggles, ear plugs, hair nets, AND a hard hat. A little obsessive I think. Whatever. They showed us everything in small groups of 6 per group. My lab teach warned me earlier that we would be "dripped" on during our tour, with water/blood depending on where we were. This was my worst nightmare. In any given section of this factory, there'd be 20+ hispanic workers either yanking heads off, skinning, taking gizzards out, cutting off breasts, etc. Chickens hung from hooks on a conveyer belt around the entire place, sort of like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SAD60wTPIAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ckLsHKRBpRI/s320/img.61571_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188422554956537858" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it bluntly, I was grossed out to the max, and I'm so glad that this class is finally coming to a close! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woof.&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/1088802109262153351-8846397884710159687?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/8846397884710159687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=8846397884710159687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/8846397884710159687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/8846397884710159687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/04/butterball.html' title='Butterball'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ImuOWurrIw/SAD60wTPIAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ckLsHKRBpRI/s72-c/img.61571_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-5892818237495825665</id><published>2008-02-06T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:34:42.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="355"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite is the little black girl that yells "cooties!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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/1088802109262153351-5892818237495825665?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/5892818237495825665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=5892818237495825665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5892818237495825665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5892818237495825665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/02/cooties.html' title='Cooties'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-6275173574449305743</id><published>2008-01-17T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:36:51.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana You Changed!</title><content type='html'>So if you don't know by now, I love editing and making videos for fun. It's really enjoyable to me, and although they take a long time to do it - they usually end up being something unforgettable. Now that I think about it, it's been almost close to 2 years since this, but Jenn gave me a DVD of her home videos and just playing around I did a little remix to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one I did, it's of her talking to her Nana (who's video taping) and how she speaks is priceless, so the first video is titled 'Nana You Changed'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtUJwkq4tU4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtUJwkq4tU4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that video was pretty much the one we all had to laugh on, for quite some time. I got bored one night, and we always laughed at another one of her videos, from Halloween, and Jenn's "bout to freeze" then when her grandmother asks if she wants to go inside, its an immediate change, and again, hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bout to Freeze" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXjEBMEJ0W8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXjEBMEJ0W8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these just never get old, know what i'm saying??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-6275173574449305743?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/6275173574449305743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=6275173574449305743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/6275173574449305743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/6275173574449305743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/01/nana-you-changed.html' title='Nana You Changed!'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-8917910083658280788</id><published>2008-01-11T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:18:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Sentimental</title><content type='html'>So, Becca introduced us to this video years ago, but I just came back to it and I just had to share it. This guy with his web cam is just singing "Always Something There To Remind Me" but he thinks its "always sentiment to remind me" You'd think he'd know the words if he was going to sing the song the entire time, but he knows ONLY the chorus.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &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;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7008748856381833702&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new 'know what i'm saying' has been translated to "nome sane" from here on out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-8917910083658280788?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/8917910083658280788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=8917910083658280788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/8917910083658280788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/8917910083658280788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-sentimental.html' title='Always Sentimental'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-5407377806755183327</id><published>2008-01-08T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:00:54.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decem-burr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The end of December ended up being really eventful. Although I wasn't in school, I was going non-stop - but in a really good way. On Christmas, my computer bombed out (rip sweet mac) and when I went to the Apple store to see if there was any lost hope for my computer, he tried for an hour to revive it and ended up saying, it was good for the grave. I seriously have the best job around that I could have at the moment. The Colin's dad happened to be in the Apple store when I was there, and saw what I was going through, and bought me a new computer - on the terms that I'd help him with his company! Honestly - that's not normal but I went with it and am very grateful of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like I mentioned before, Cubans can be blown when it comes to family affairs, and as expected, it was. Some family deciding to not show up because they felt "uninvited" which is stupid, because we have a tiny family. But in high Cuban fashion, we went on with the show and on with the Sangria (yum!) My cousin and I just played a travel Trivial Pursuit and loved on our sangria, which ended in us taking some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150735572863754962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/aseptien/R3sWtriDItI/AAAAAAAABrk/_9qSNLfGLTM/s288/IMG_0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, December was fun - full of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smokin' onions and greasy meals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150735701712773874"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/aseptien/R3sW1LiDIvI/AAAAAAAABr0/s2HecPS8n74/s288/IMG_0593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia starting a new love for Wii:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150735933641007906"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/aseptien/R3sXCriDIyI/AAAAAAAABsM/p67XdUgR3WI/s288/IMG_0599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome license plates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150736010950419266"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/aseptien/R3sXHLiDI0I/AAAAAAAABsg/HC_PJVgod3Y/s288/IMG_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome people together who take awesome pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150736668080415666"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/aseptien/R3sXtbiDI7I/AAAAAAAABtc/VL6cKVYZD2A/s288/IMG_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Flowers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150735976590680882"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/aseptien/R3sXFLiDIzI/AAAAAAAABsU/GSFO3UkaoMo/s288/IMG_0610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a dog that hates her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/KnowWhatIMSayin02/photo#5150735637288264418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/aseptien/R3sWxbiDIuI/AAAAAAAABrs/DTemeoL5CJs/s288/IMG_0588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my month was pretty awesome - and I had a blast. Let's just hope January is the same, know what I'm saying??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/1088802109262153351-5407377806755183327?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/5407377806755183327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=5407377806755183327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5407377806755183327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/5407377806755183327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2008/01/decem-burr.html' title='Decem-burr'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-2767708109954501267</id><published>2007-12-22T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:54:42.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>i love these people, know what I'm saying??&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/Toysss/photo#5146889253032367346"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/aseptien/R21sgZlFFPI/AAAAAAAABoI/s7Q-yflqc_g/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (dinner at Angus Barn)&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/1088802109262153351-2767708109954501267?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/2767708109954501267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=2767708109954501267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/2767708109954501267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/2767708109954501267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-665618257131113536</id><published>2007-12-21T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:58:25.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubans</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that I am blessed. I know that many people say that, but of course, with the holidays, it's made me somewhat dissect my life, and I can honestly say, I am blessed. The family that I work with, they're so humble with everything they have, and they went way over the top with the gifts that they gave me. Of course with the holidays though, come frustration when you  mix distant family members. Cubans are very hard headed but lately, it just makes me laugh at how retarded they can be. Currently, my aunts are bickering about what time to have Noche Buena (Christmas Eve) and who's bringing flan and sangria. I think it's so freaking funny! We all know that once I set up my wii, it's going to make everything better, and everyone will play it and be happy, know what I'm saying??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-665618257131113536?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/665618257131113536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=665618257131113536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/665618257131113536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/665618257131113536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2007/12/cubans.html' title='Cubans'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-989137910641877605</id><published>2007-12-16T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:08:26.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tum?</title><content type='html'>This weekend, the weather has been really ugly - but me, Jenn and Brooke were able to take care of Thomas, which we love so freaking much. That boy has grown! He's even got snags and eats whole food. Heather asked us to try and feed him "chicken sticks" which look and smell exactly like vienna sausages, so as you can imagine, they were pretty gross and smelled pretty bad. Thomas talks, walks and even can tell you when he doesn't want things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want some sandwich?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6470403291956064949&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, we had the best time ever with that boy. He's just so freaking cute. At the beginning of the weekend, I don't know why, but I was really sick, but it just hit me like a ton of bricks, but I'm slowly feeling better. Speaking of time, I realized the other day how soon Christmas was, and how I love this season. I mean -- I remember last year at New Years like it was yesterday. &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&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/Toysss/photo#5144591320974955490"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/aseptien/R2VCjJlFE-I/AAAAAAAABkE/iaBQBSqKTI4/s288/IMG_0506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has the time gone, know what I'm sayin??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1088802109262153351-989137910641877605?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/989137910641877605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=989137910641877605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/989137910641877605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/989137910641877605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-tum.html' title='Some Tum?'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-4480740708664288401</id><published>2007-12-12T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:27:20.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I work with a boy, and he's the cutest thing around. He's allowed me to really understand many aspects children and special needs, assuming I've never really had to deal with children in that nature. Colin is one in a million. He understands moods and feelings, and is truly sensitive to compassion, which is usually an aspect that is lacked of in autism. This can be awesome and sometimes really funny as well. Children grow, they learn, sometimes blurb out things when you don't want them to. This is especially true when he knows body parts. So let me get to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were at a post office, waiting patiently in line to get an envelope weighed and mailed off, and as curious as he is, Colin edges himself to the counter before we were called. He loves to get to know people, no matter the circumstance. He leans up to the counter, nicely asking Laura what she was doing. She said "just working." Without hesitation Colin then replies with "i want a nipple sandwich" followed with dropping a major air-bomb. Now remember, I'm still in line, not wanting to lose my spot, but continually asking him to come back with me in line. Let's just say that the crowd around me didn't think it was the most humorous thing they'd ever come faced with, but I just laughed and was grateful for another day full of air-bombs and the word nipple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my job, and Colin - know what I'm saying??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/Toysss/photo#5140224974201396322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/Toysss/photo#5140224974201396322"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/aseptien/R1W_YUTdnGI/AAAAAAAABRY/ldFcSeEaswI/s288/IMG_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/1088802109262153351-4480740708664288401?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/4480740708664288401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=4480740708664288401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/4480740708664288401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/4480740708664288401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-work-with-boy-and-hes-cutest-thing.html' title='Post Office'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1088802109262153351.post-4231555345846958395</id><published>2007-12-10T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:11:40.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biltmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know how I feel about a blog, but I'm going to give it a whirl. If people read it, awesome -- if not, no harm done. This past weekend, I went with my friend to the Biltmore, and seriously, if you've never been, its freaking amazing! It ended up being a perfect day, with the perfect friend. We wanted to see the Biltmore at night, for their Christmas show, but they were all sold out when we tried to get tickets, so we opted for the next best thing: buy every specialty and behind-the-scenes tour that they offered. It was a little pricey but not much in compared to the money we would have spent on a hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tim and I had left that morning from Raleigh at about 7am, and didn't eat anything on the way up. Once we bought our tickets, we realized we only had 20 minutes to get from the car to the start of our tour. That meant no time for eating. Little did we realize that we'd not be able to eat until the sun set later that evening. We just couldn't come to terms to pay $11.50 for a freaking chicken sandwich. I had brought my jacket, thinking it'd be cold, and in between us realizing the extreme prices, I had lost my jacket. We couldn't miss the start of the tour or else we'd be left behind, so I just had to suck it up and take the fact that I had lost it.  Both lost and founds didn't have a trace of it either. After the 5 hours in the Biltmore, on the way to the shops, is my jacket, laying nicely folded on a table! Seriously, it was a god-send, and I felt like a retard because I ran up to it, as if it was a lost child, and laughed. Tim had to remind me of the scene I was making for myself but I didn't care... I had found my jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lots of people getting engaged, tis the season, know what i'm saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/BiltmoreEstate/photo#5141971175621043426"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/aseptien/R1vzingwpOI/AAAAAAAABVA/MePv01_mppI/s288/IMG_0394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aseptien/BiltmoreEstate/photo#5141974572940175138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/aseptien/R1v2oXgwpyI/AAAAAAAABZ4/AUODaNCbkBw/s288/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=";Apple-style-span&amp;quot;"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/1088802109262153351-4231555345846958395?l=aseptien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/feeds/4231555345846958395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1088802109262153351&amp;postID=4231555345846958395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/4231555345846958395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1088802109262153351/posts/default/4231555345846958395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aseptien.blogspot.com/2007/12/biltmore.html' title='Biltmore'/><author><name>Amanda Septien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516526702475395320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
