tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317821422024-03-13T09:29:25.916-04:00philomathandreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-67368720236647757752011-03-29T20:52:00.002-04:002011-03-29T20:55:52.079-04:00what kind of accent is this?<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgWPhkdzdO5AwapcdLnoDckxS0kPynrEKz4yS2fUTahPzkY8OOLUjuDyqL93tViuhPwCpUd5o3xmc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />What kind of accent do you think this is? What do you think Andrea is saying here? C'mon...!stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14933498206103132052noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-90522137660592186602011-03-24T23:15:00.006-04:002011-03-24T23:48:59.932-04:00photobooth fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmSQ7r_i2cg/TYwQj8-V3jI/AAAAAAAABoQ/yLOdKR3VFgs/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.03%2B%25232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmSQ7r_i2cg/TYwQj8-V3jI/AAAAAAAABoQ/yLOdKR3VFgs/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.03%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587859447509016114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZD2m1Xk04/TYwQe43TKcI/AAAAAAAABoI/sSqB0iHkV3o/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.01%2B%25232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsZD2m1Xk04/TYwQe43TKcI/AAAAAAAABoI/sSqB0iHkV3o/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.01%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587859360506390978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZR5Xrmo5mo/TYwQLCOrp4I/AAAAAAAABoA/MCgfG9w_NCA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.00%2B%25232.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZR5Xrmo5mo/TYwQLCOrp4I/AAAAAAAABoA/MCgfG9w_NCA/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B22.00%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587859019423000450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUqVUoguao0/TYwPVbeTcDI/AAAAAAAABn4/DvJrlYPymTA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B21.59%2B%25235.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUqVUoguao0/TYwPVbeTcDI/AAAAAAAABn4/DvJrlYPymTA/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-24%2Bat%2B21.59%2B%25235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587858098486472754" border="0" /></a>Who doesn't love a good photobooth night?Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-29680873440827594372011-03-23T23:22:00.007-04:002011-03-23T23:37:47.385-04:00a little trip to Cub.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=19ff5f1830&view=att&th=12ee5dda5c0b925f&attid=0.1&disp=inline&zw"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_snWMhyvzv4/TYq7tHAzsZI/AAAAAAAABnw/rEtkUhN3H8o/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_snWMhyvzv4/TYq7tHAzsZI/AAAAAAAABnw/rEtkUhN3H8o/s200/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587484671357464978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYjuU-siYwM/TYq7ZlZlyDI/AAAAAAAABno/e1JlYxOWQqk/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qYjuU-siYwM/TYq7ZlZlyDI/AAAAAAAABno/e1JlYxOWQqk/s200/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587484335917090866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_onGYHN9Go/TYq681H2dpI/AAAAAAAABng/pLexfqpP60M/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_onGYHN9Go/TYq681H2dpI/AAAAAAAABng/pLexfqpP60M/s200/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587483841921447570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVeDyzwg7u4/TYq6f9GvD0I/AAAAAAAABnY/TCzoKNwzTXA/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVeDyzwg7u4/TYq6f9GvD0I/AAAAAAAABnY/TCzoKNwzTXA/s200/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587483345848045378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />What happens when 3 roommates have no food and decided to go to Cub together.<br /><br />This.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-75407548751821730532011-03-02T13:18:00.004-05:002011-03-02T13:50:23.923-05:00From the Office...Andrea and I work at Desiring God and we have some fun coworkers.<br /><br />Meet Michael Johnson... he had some wardrobe issues today.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rft7HR1KVro" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br />This is his alternative. Jonathan Parnell's shrunken sweater.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-0DvbEb6EU/TW6Q5reM3SI/AAAAAAAABmg/w-hJsYLZ74Q/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-0DvbEb6EU/TW6Q5reM3SI/AAAAAAAABmg/w-hJsYLZ74Q/s320/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579556308954963234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Michael keeps our days interesting at DG. By interesting I mean he brings us much joy.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-85757232616738341252011-03-02T10:18:00.007-05:002011-03-02T10:32:54.020-05:00Pizza Night!Effort #2 to revive the blog.<br /><br />Steph and I made pizza the other night.. (with the help of Andrea and Amy M)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLcMY3ZRGf0/TW5hRVBC4yI/AAAAAAAABmA/KMY0f7FEbtI/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLcMY3ZRGf0/TW5hRVBC4yI/AAAAAAAABmA/KMY0f7FEbtI/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579503938685821730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0cGHJMArnw/TW5hrGy6Q3I/AAAAAAAABmQ/BsrNGSA-s5Q/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0cGHJMArnw/TW5hrGy6Q3I/AAAAAAAABmQ/BsrNGSA-s5Q/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579504381545038706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bg1yRvtND4/TW5g-237fiI/AAAAAAAABl4/J6NWknrTToQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bg1yRvtND4/TW5g-237fiI/AAAAAAAABl4/J6NWknrTToQ/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579503621356879394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr2dNlKEuFo/TW5hgZxQ4cI/AAAAAAAABmI/VVFFLxJyjow/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr2dNlKEuFo/TW5hgZxQ4cI/AAAAAAAABmI/VVFFLxJyjow/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579504197659845058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The funny thing about this night is Steph served Orange Juice with the pizza. Talk about weird.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BQaiBMyhXQ/TW5ilFtQ7fI/AAAAAAAABmY/Ac1AIiin6Us/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6BQaiBMyhXQ/TW5ilFtQ7fI/AAAAAAAABmY/Ac1AIiin6Us/s320/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579505377685335538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Do you drink Orange Juice with pizza? Yeah... I didn't think so.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-18624607752371142092011-02-21T23:41:00.004-05:002011-02-22T00:09:59.657-05:00long time, no blog...So... what has happened to this blog? There has been talk that it is dead, but I refuse to let it die. It must live on.<br /><br />All I really can blog about now is a little update:<br /><br />1. Minneapolis looks like a snow globe right now...there has been a record 74" of snow this winter. Sarah is loving it...<br /><br />2. Sarah is going to visit Ellie in Brazil!!!! She will be gone for 3 weeks in March....she also gets to visit her friend Liza in Guatemala.<br /><br />3. Steph got a new car! Yippee. The '97 (I think) Chevy caviler met its end. She has now replaced it with a stylish Toyota.<br /><br />4. Andrea gets to go visit her sister in <span style="font-weight: bold;">warm</span> California.... lucky.<br /><br />5. Heather is going to Kazakhstan to visit her family...even luckier.<br /><br />6. I (Anna) got to go visit my friend Emily in Louisville at Boyce College (Southern Seminary)... I had a grand time. <br /><br />There are many more happenings at the residence of 2520. But the one question I have for you is... <span style="font-weight: bold;">How can we keep this blog alive?</span> Help readers, Help!Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-59749287318588880102010-12-07T13:34:00.003-05:002010-12-07T13:42:36.425-05:00another post from the 2520 girl who lives farthest from 2520!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--MM6-WUsH0/TP5-1zMbVbI/AAAAAAAAToc/lFNIa-2CC58/s1600/snorkel_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--MM6-WUsH0/TP5-1zMbVbI/AAAAAAAAToc/lFNIa-2CC58/s400/snorkel_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548011253707527602" /></a><br />Did you know that if you laugh underwater while snorkeling, people can hear you above water?<div><br /></div><div>It's true!</div>ehlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01456910053986411285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-31820422055665465502010-11-29T14:53:00.003-05:002010-11-29T15:02:46.341-05:00a post from the 2520 girl who lives farthest from 2520...<div style="text-align: center;">...in hot, humid Brazil to say that you guys should really post!</div><div><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--MM6-WUsH0/TPQGvJSWbSI/AAAAAAAATjQ/6h5gKfGwrOQ/s400/Fortaleza%2B%2528ENOS%2529%2B049.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545064448216427810" /></div>ehlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01456910053986411285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-27208830755328362332010-09-15T09:12:00.005-04:002010-09-15T12:31:15.108-04:00hello...Hello everyone! I'm Anna, the other new roommate here at 2520. Since Heather already beat me to the introductory blog post I guess I will just follow her lead.<br /><br />Hopefully some of you know me...<br /><br />I've been in MN for a little over 2 years now. I came up for the INSIGHT program, which is now <a href="http://www.blogger.com/bcsmn.org">Bethlehem College</a>. For the past 2 years I've been a student at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BCS</span> and now I work at Desiring God as a Resource Consultant.<br /><br />I grew up in Nebraska. My family is great, I have 3 brothers and my parents are wonderful. Our idea of a good time usually involves hunting, fishing, or College Football. Yes, I'm a Husker fan.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyh0xwNRUug/TJDg-PgehUI/AAAAAAAABiE/9CbrT1q0B38/s1600/Bramble+Family.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyh0xwNRUug/TJDg-PgehUI/AAAAAAAABiE/9CbrT1q0B38/s320/Bramble+Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517156903448118594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Some things that I love: Jesus, passport stamps, studying theology/bible, taking pictures, cooking, thunderstorms, gravel roads (or dirt paths as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steph</span> likes to call them), watching movies, music, old books, being hospitable. The list goes on.<br /><br />Seeing as the Myers-Briggs test is a crucial part of living at 2520 I would like to inform you that I'm an ESFJ.<br /><br />So, If I don't know you...and you don't know me...please introduce yourself. Come by the 2520 house sometime. Caio!<br /></div></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-14640937633809143302010-09-14T14:46:00.014-04:002010-09-14T17:08:34.702-04:00Introductory Blog PostHello Philomath Blog Readers!<br /><br />I'm Heather, the newest (well, one of two) roommates at the 2520 house! Since most of you probably have no clue who I am, my roommates thought it would be a good idea to "introduce myself" via the blog. So here goes. A few things about me...<br /><br />- I love Jesus above all else.<br /><br />- I have the best family in the world. No one can change my mind on that. I have an older sister, 2 younger brothers, and parents (of course). All 4 of us were born within 5.5 years. Yeah, growing up was pretty fun! And now I have a new brother! (Technically, he's my brother-in-law, but that's besides the point.)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_d_nVZ_nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JRfM8saUTiw/s1600/IMG_4019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_d_nVZ_nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JRfM8saUTiw/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516872153512410738" border="0" /></a><br />- I have 3 best friends: my sister, Mom, and Gram.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_d-2WIx7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W-e3rPAjNwo/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_d-2WIx7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W-e3rPAjNwo/s320/IMG_2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516872140362139570" border="0" /></a> <br />- I'm a pediatric nurse.<br /><br />- I'm an Iowa gal. Yes, I love being from Iowa. No, I'm not ashamed of it's lack of big cities and giant abundance of open space. Yes, I miss it. No, I don't eat corn at every meal.<br /><br />-I'm a work hard/play hard kind of gal.<br /><br />- I'm an ESTJ (shout out to Skronny!). For those of you who don't know what that means or what kind of personality an ESTJ has, here's a description, it's me in a teeny tiny nutshell:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> "In general, ESTJs are doers who roll up their sleeves, dig in, and proceed directly to get the job done. They use logic and analysis as guiding principles for their lives. They are quick to decide and set a plan of action. They marshall resources in an organized fashion, implement, and follow through. They like closure. They focus directly on tasks to accomplish and are able to anticipate the steps needed to complete an assignment. In doing so, they see what might go wrong and take the necessary preventive action. They monitor events continually and make sure that commitments, both their own and those of others, are honored and the job gets done. They are at their best in situations that have some structure to them and involve activity, not contemplation, and in which an end product is desired.</span>"<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />- My last name is Flickinger. I don't know why, but that's REALLY hard for people. Hard to spell. Hard to say. Here's proof:<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_ISxwIcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjboynJJr-k/s1600/Scan+102570001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_ISxwIcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vjboynJJr-k/s320/Scan+102570001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516848293470564770" border="0" /></a>This is a REAL card that JCPenny sent me. Seriously. They took the information themselves. Come to our house and I'll show it to you, it's pretty funny :)<br /><br />- I LOVE LAUGHING. It's sort of my "default reaction" if you will. I laugh when I'm happy, mad, sad, and especially when I'm nervous or tired. And I won't completely be myself around you until we've shared a good belly laugh.<br /><br />- I'll try just about anything once...except for weird foods. I'm not very brave when it comes to weird food.<br /><br />- My birthday is Christmas Eve and my parents brought me home from the hospital in a stocking (I guess that's something they used to do at Mary Greeley Hospital in the olden days). My mom still tells me every year on my birthday that I'm the best present she's ever received (say it with me now..."awwwww" :)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_fHumcCVI/AAAAAAAAABE/_cUMJ7SIuhM/s1600/Scan+102500000.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_fHumcCVI/AAAAAAAAABE/_cUMJ7SIuhM/s320/Scan+102500000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516873392413477202" border="0" /></a><br />-I wouldn't call myself "dramatic" but I would definitely call myself "expressive"...which sometimes gets interpreted as dramatic.<br /><br />- I really like to bake, but I hardly ever do it because I'd eat it all. That's never good.<br /><br />- I. Love. Movies.<br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />- My Granddaddy and Grandmother (aka Gram) are 2 of the greatest, most Godly, generous, loving, hilarious, fun, etc. etc. etc. people I know. And probably ever will know. I spend time with them every chance I get.<br /> <br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_hUAE45DI/AAAAAAAAABc/DjFqd4_jvUY/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_hUAE45DI/AAAAAAAAABc/DjFqd4_jvUY/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516875802286285874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_hU-jcivI/AAAAAAAAABk/yZS_9ygLw9A/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjf9CprJ_a8/TI_hU-jcivI/AAAAAAAAABk/yZS_9ygLw9A/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516875819057449714" border="0" /></a><br />- I really think you should just come over to our house so I can meet you in person. I feel like I'm having a one-sided conversation with myself...<br /><br />Later!<br />HUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-48376271923875942762010-09-02T20:24:00.002-04:002010-09-02T20:36:30.145-04:00Double Rainbow.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzUhGyD_j6tAP7Oi1twjzfoNpugnVjkOp805avDuBEbxTu5JwjC5I4qjZk3KwzS7QytvruX3cphdt4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-51673430864614404802010-08-29T17:00:00.002-04:002010-08-29T17:02:43.254-04:00would you rather?Eat a live cockroach every day for a month? <br /><br />OR not shower or wash at all for an entire month?2520househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09679525557255081037noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-48945969547935753592010-08-25T19:16:00.004-04:002010-08-25T19:25:00.771-04:00Currently...Jason Calcote would like you to know that the 2520 house is currently composed of...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyh0xwNRUug/THWlWevDzbI/AAAAAAAABhs/CZHFNbblPgg/s1600/2520+chalk.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyh0xwNRUug/THWlWevDzbI/AAAAAAAABhs/CZHFNbblPgg/s400/2520+chalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509491524783820210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />How well do you know the 2520 house? Guess who works where... I will give you a hint... there are 2 new roommates, and I'm one of them!<br /><br />So comment and guess!Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05447908645006100286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-36821602705716972022010-06-17T22:08:00.003-04:002010-06-17T22:11:02.825-04:00the 3 things stephanie is afraid of.......1. thunderstorms. particularly when the sky turns yellow.<br /><br />2. dating and child-rearing.<br /><br />3. flying.<br /><br />what are you afraid of?2520househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09679525557255081037noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-87566793190846038732010-02-15T18:33:00.004-05:002010-02-15T19:22:55.574-05:00Vancouver. Twenty-ten.<div>Anyone who has spent any amount of time around 2520 knows that as a house we are incredibly committed to celebrating the Olympic games when they come around every 2 years. And when I say committed, I mean committed. We love them. Why, you may ask? I believe it is a combination of factors, the greatest of which has to be the drama. We all know how much 2520 loves drama. The drama of victory, of defeat, and of the specially prepared personal interest stories about each athlete that air between events (Steph's favorite). Mesmerizing. I could go on and on, but really, the question I want to pose to the world wide web is this: if each individual at 2520 were to participate in an Olympic event, which one would they be in and why? I would let you, our faithful readers, answer this question, but I think it'll be a lot more fun if I do. So here goes!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Steph</b>: Clearly this bundle of energy with her penchant for performance and flair would be a natural at ice dancing. Flashy, sequined outfits, choreographed partner dancing, plastered smiles, catchy music to sing along to..........</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Lacy</b>: Calm. Collected. Focused. Sailing through the air, with soft landings on the powdery snow. I picture Lacy excelling at ski jumping, not only for her intense powers of concentration, but also because her legs are very flexible, allowing her to bend them at strange ski-jumping angles.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Brittany</b>: With her trendy outdoor North Face snow outfits, nose ring and bleach-blonde hair, it was easy to see Brittany out on the slopes, with her feet strapped to a snowboard, leaping up over the edges of the half-pipe. Sweet 720 spinny move Britt! </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Andrea</b>: I had to think long and hard about Andrea, and nothing seemed to fit, until I realized that she needed to participate in a team sport. And not just any team sport. Ice hockey. What could be better than making the well dramatized movie "Miracle" a reality by actually pursuing her own "Miracle on Ice"?? Andrea, I'm sure you'd do great with Herb Brooks as your coach. He's so touchy, feely, you know?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sarah</b>: Last but not least, myself. Steph and I spent an evening last week watching short-track speed skating, and I knew I had found my event of choice. Intense, cut-throat, head-to-head competition. Pressure to perform. Speed. Skaters with large quadriceps. Clearly, I fit the bill. Key word there would be "competitive."</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, friends, enjoy these weeks of splendid amateur athletics! And just think, the Olympics end, then March Madness is just around the corner. Yesssss! Until next time.........</div><div><br /></div>skronnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15772615101695169388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-58955480535221252702010-02-11T13:24:00.006-05:002010-02-11T13:33:50.009-05:00Uh, YUCK.Yesterday, I went into work and found this on my desk (photo compliments of Jon B...and his iphone): <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3RMN5Q5hhI/AAAAAAAABII/0nQ7q6Gd91o/s1600-h/mail.google.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3RMN5Q5hhI/AAAAAAAABII/0nQ7q6Gd91o/s400/mail.google.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437054451736741394" border="0" /></a><br />Actually, the mouse sitting in my granola is compliments of him as well. This little, yucky, rubbery mouse has made it's rounds at DG...well...mostly between my desk, Seth's desk and Jon's office. <br /><br />But I'm pretty sure I'm done eating that granola. <br /><br />Speaking of pranks, we found the noise-maker you left in our house, Trent. You will be lucky if you get ever see it again :)andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-78564363901358428252010-02-09T12:42:00.006-05:002010-02-09T14:34:47.260-05:00chicken potpie with ham...and turkey.Last week we decided to make chicken potpie from the <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/chicken-pot-pies-with-ham">Martha Stewart website</a>. There were a few bumps along the way: Cooking it a week late. Not knowing what fennel bulbs or fennel seeds are. Not having the proper pans. But we managed. And had some great help from Bryan, Sarah & Stefan. We made a few changes, such as adding turkey, a few extra vegetables and not making them in the individual pans. But it was actually really good! Here's 2 pictures:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3GjFwBazjI/AAAAAAAABH4/lX1MrR6FiH4/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3GjFwBazjI/AAAAAAAABH4/lX1MrR6FiH4/s400/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436305544398425650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3GtIzLM6eI/AAAAAAAABIA/3RcvFZBhkO8/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S3GtIzLM6eI/AAAAAAAABIA/3RcvFZBhkO8/s400/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436316591900649954" border="0" /></a>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-6510198955617420452010-01-27T16:47:00.003-05:002010-01-27T17:25:39.000-05:00Week #2 of our Cooking Endevour<div>Since the plan is to attempt cooking the meal for week 3 in a couple hours, we better show you what we cooked last week for our new recipe of the week. We had some, okay, quite a bit of help from some friends. So the credit goes not only to Steph and myself but also to: Anna, Rachel, Stefan, Celinda (and a couple tips from Sarah). Well, Tristan also helped by eating some of the lettuce wraps. We googled a recipe for lettuce wraps and the first to come up was from PF Changs. It was slightly time consuming (with the special sauce and all) but not super hard. I mean, we made them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures: </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1M-GhFKI/AAAAAAAABHo/r84Zn4wBZic/s1600-h/Jan2010+015.jpg"><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/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1M-GhFKI/AAAAAAAABHo/r84Zn4wBZic/s400/Jan2010+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431540385042207906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1MUx0FBI/AAAAAAAABHg/-VpaP-5nEus/s1600-h/Jan2010+004.jpg"><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/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1MUx0FBI/AAAAAAAABHg/-VpaP-5nEus/s400/Jan2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431540373949518866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1LixrSfI/AAAAAAAABHY/mJDFuYSB0aE/s1600-h/Jan2010+006.jpg"><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/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S2C1LixrSfI/AAAAAAAABHY/mJDFuYSB0aE/s400/Jan2010+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431540360527170034" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/P-F-Changs-Chicken-Lettuce-Wraps-15865">Here's</a> the recipe if you want to try them! <div><br /></div>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-42661270406600207262010-01-14T11:53:00.005-05:002010-01-14T12:02:37.480-05:00Cooking - Week 1So, in our effort to cook more and try new recipes, Steph and I made Swedish Meatballs on Monday night. In all honesty, they were not entirely a new for us. We'd made Norwegian Meatballs in the past and they seem to be pretty much the same. Technically though, it's was new. And since we're both Swedish, it was fun. Steph's always known she was Swedish and I just found out on Christmas Eve that I'm part Swedish...I never knew. <br /><br />Here's some pictures from our cooking endeavor:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S09NN60tbVI/AAAAAAAABG4/2IJZVJaDc40/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S09NN60tbVI/AAAAAAAABG4/2IJZVJaDc40/s400/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426640977528712530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S09NNXFUjjI/AAAAAAAABGw/gyeNvf88bPo/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S09NNXFUjjI/AAAAAAAABGw/gyeNvf88bPo/s400/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426640967934709298" border="0" /></a>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-64473760427690848302010-01-10T00:06:00.004-05:002010-01-10T00:39:25.725-05:00Haircuts.So...I'm watching Julie & Julia again. A couple months ago, or whenever it was in the theater, I saw it with my friend, <a href="http://karenmichelleblog.wordpress.com/">Karen</a>. Of course it made me want to blog and cook more but sadly, it's not been super successful. But Steph and I do have a little dream (for the winter) to try out a new recipe once a week. It's a good plan, I think, but it hasn't exactly started yet. But winter didn't really officially start until Dec 21st, so we're not too far behind. Right? Maybe we will blog our results. Maybe.<br /><br />In other news: short hair is a new rule for 2520 residents. Steph and I were the only ones with long hair but we just got tons cut off. Steph, 10 inches and mine...well, we didn't measure, so I'll just say 8...<br /><br />Steph before (you don't need to pay any attention to Sarah...she has pretty much the same hairstyle):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj6i5fVqI/AAAAAAAABGM/uNWrV8tsWog/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj6i5fVqI/AAAAAAAABGM/uNWrV8tsWog/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424977083595970210" border="0" /></a><br />Ta-da:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lkzm86WtI/AAAAAAAABGk/21GmpmksDTQ/s1600-h/Photo+67.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lkzm86WtI/AAAAAAAABGk/21GmpmksDTQ/s400/Photo+67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424978063936608978" border="0" /></a>Me with my hair:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj68AidBI/AAAAAAAABGU/MHSZh4TlU60/s1600-h/DSC06241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj68AidBI/AAAAAAAABGU/MHSZh4TlU60/s400/DSC06241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424977090336420882" border="0" /></a><br />Me after (and with the tea-pot my roommates gave me as a birthday gift): <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj6HnzkKI/AAAAAAAABGE/S7E5F-b-lTo/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj6HnzkKI/AAAAAAAABGE/S7E5F-b-lTo/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424977076274040994" border="0" /></a>And...of course...Katie Steller...who cut all our hair off....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj7YFGKuI/AAAAAAAABGc/zzcZoA1dCB4/s1600-h/DSC06242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df0v3GxuUkI/S0lj7YFGKuI/AAAAAAAABGc/zzcZoA1dCB4/s400/DSC06242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424977097871731426" border="0" /></a>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-27128729387998657902009-12-26T17:37:00.004-05:002009-12-26T17:51:42.596-05:00storm dodging & trunks.We (Sarah & Andrea) dodged a huge blizzard in order to pick up Ellie from O'Hare in Chicago, Illinois, USA, World, Planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. Sarah didn't talk about the storm dodging at all but I insisted we bring it up. She only casually mentioned it, oh about 50 times verbally and 35 on gchat, before she made it her legal middle name (Sarah Storm-Dodger Kron). <br /><br />Even though the storm dodging was the major part of our trip, take a look at the video to see what else happened. Storm Dodger Kron decided the little sidekick (aka Andrea Froehlich) should hide in the trunk in order to surprise the Brazilian Bombshell because she "didn't know" AF was coming. Let's see what happens...<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzM8cuNkIDp6gKS1IsfzQOGOhLALNugStSQnMjOB6b97pEJP9heeEToglATQW9rNMAhjoahQuPI6O4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>2520househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09679525557255081037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-86173998467790763512009-12-10T15:18:00.002-05:002009-12-10T15:23:29.308-05:00Eager AnticipationSteph and I are at home counting down the minutes. Why? you might ask. Because...Ellie Lundquist is back in the US!! That's right...our Brazilian beauty is back home for Christmas!! She flew into Chicago on Wednesday and is now on her way to 2520 with Sarah and Andrea. Now, if we could just get the hands on the clock to move a little quicker...the anticipation is killing us. Hurry up guys!Lacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164867110110311876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-37468540687598039332009-11-16T22:41:00.003-05:002009-11-16T22:52:30.036-05:00homeschooler learns to dance<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUgqHuj-sLWD2Ly9-wWBrhQ0JRE96C5hoetU7z0EfJvBUHsmUZwDWPKv2Yrjl6Lov6jFOt6RX9Q1Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12821613112778117646noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-34048636310307958742009-11-10T14:43:00.010-05:002009-11-16T15:14:13.921-05:00Marathon and Bedrest?<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><div style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span><span></span></span></span></span></p><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">As some of you may know, I (Lacy) have been on crutches for the last 2 weeks. It was exactly 2 weeks ago today that I learned I have a stress fracture in my left hip. The real kicker is that it's been fractured since June! Here's the story...My sister, Linsey, was living with us this su</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">mmer. She was training for a half marathon and all her running inspired me. So, she and I decided to run a 10K together. Red flag #1, we made the decision to run the night before the race, so I did NO training. I ran the race and, to my surprise, I survived the whole 6.2 miles without stopping. Then comes red flag #2. Two days after the race, when my sore muscles began to loosen up, my left hip started to hurt. Every step was painful, to the point of needing to limp (very sneakily, of course, so as to avoid any extra attention). I assumed it was an over use injury so I laid off exercise for a month and a half. My hip felt a lot better after all the rest, so I started easing back into working out. But each workout was followed by a day or two of hip pain, red flag #3. I suffered through intermittent workouts with no change until finally, 3 1/2 months later, I made a doctor's appointment. I had an MRI, which is how the fracture was diagnosed. Since I did rest my hip for a while after the run and the fracture was not yet healed, drastic measures needed to be taken: crutches for 4-6 weeks. Since I am on crutches, I am unable to perform my work duties as a nurse, which leads to the point of this post. It is a fairly common practice for the folks on our unit (Sarah and I work on the same floor) to get a card signed by co-workers if someone has had a birthday, surgery, injury, ect. This weekend there was a card sitting at the main desk for me. Attached was a post-it note that read, and I quote: "Lacy was injured after running in a marathon. She's on bedrest for 30 days...please sign card." Sarah, being the joy-giver that she is, brought the post-it note home for me to read. My first reaction was, "WHAT!?" 1) I would hardly call a 10K a marathon, it's a quarter of the distance! 2) I'm not even close to being on bedrest. 3) What kind of a running injury would result in bedrest? All I can think of is getting struck by a car or fracturing BOTH hips!Where did this information come from? How funny! It's like a version of the childhood game Telephone. I can't wait until I get the card and I can read the comments...I know it will be entertaining.</span></span></span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></p></div></span>Lacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00164867110110311876noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782142.post-45706347020132505632009-11-03T12:47:00.002-05:002009-11-03T12:55:56.561-05:00go math!Math is my friend. Well, not really....but here's a problem for YOU!<br /><br />You finally get an allowance! You put $2 away in January, $4 away in February, and $8 away in March, and $16 away in April and followed this savings pattern through to December. How much money do you have in 12 months? <br /><br />Alright, friends.....have at it! :)stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14933498206103132052noreply@blogger.com4