<?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-36656337</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:35:34.375-08:00</updated><category term='Current Life'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Creativity at work'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='fun'/><category term='TV'/><category term='For your reading enjoyment'/><category term='Cilly'/><category term='Big Steps'/><category term='MY NY'/><category term='NYC JOYS'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>"Life Currently in Production"</title><subtitle type='html'>When one endeavors to follow ones dream, reality becomes an illusion and the dream becomes the life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-9135342599944966204</id><published>2011-06-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:58:15.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Steps'/><title type='text'>9 months.....</title><content type='html'>Where have I been?  Not pregnant unless it is with a dream that I wish I could give birth to already...I figured it makes no sense to blog when only a handful of people even know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exists&lt;/span&gt; right? But I am ready to change that I think... I know big news! I'm posting the blog address back on FB.  Time to stop hiding.  Tonight I had a couple short seemingly insignificant conversations, but for whatever reason it jolted me to life, so here I go again!  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-9135342599944966204?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/9135342599944966204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=9135342599944966204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9135342599944966204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9135342599944966204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2011/06/9-months.html' title='9 months.....'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-165319112958726378</id><published>2010-08-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:20:08.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a chapter...</title><content type='html'>So if you know me well you've heard my story and inevitably you've told me I should write a book.  Tonight while working on a volunteer project that had taken up more hours than anything volunteer should, I heard myself... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...it was as though I was standing on a stage telling my audience that with enough hard work those dreams that make your heart want to break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;  you think about them will come true. Just keep going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; What followed was a single tear taking it's sweet time  getting down my cheek. As I sat there staring at the computer screen filled with other people's art, their passions... I felt like I was bleeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; see... I'm an actor, an artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know.  You see: sweaty, filthy from head to toe, building something, striking something, on a headset, peering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the viewfinder, editing, or organizing details that make all that possible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; "Techie" me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure... I'm good at what I do and I take pride in that, but tonight I felt the life draining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loathe that word.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me it is just reminder that I am on the wrong side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been a performer for as long as I can remember.  Flashback!  6 yr old Priscilla in a foster home belting into a  hairbrush, (side note... imagine the scary hair that I had if there was a hairbrush near my head)  dancing my heart out to Tina Turner "What's Love Got to Do With It".  &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;Life took some interesting twists and turns and I assumed the role I needed to play growing up for better or for worse, (free therapy anyone?)  but the silly 6 year old who was living out who she was created to be... in the middle of one of the most traumatic seasons of her life, is still me and I know that the day is coming sooner than later when my days of building and running the game are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; and I can just play! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-165319112958726378?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/165319112958726378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=165319112958726378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/165319112958726378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/165319112958726378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2010/08/heres-chapter.html' title='Here&apos;s a chapter...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2193184918919477730</id><published>2009-12-31T17:59:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:22:05.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Clock Ticks Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and 2009 comes to a close, most of my day was spent trying to reflect and plan with very little success.  I'm sure it's the same for most, but it seems to have been so short in some respects and in others as though eons have passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went hiking today in Runyon Canyon Park.  Breathtaking views of the city... my city... my home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sz1qKW8OLLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ll4vBZmiF04/s320/SDC10469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421606252613348530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I never would have known that this year I would finally find the place my heart is home. Just saying it brings tears to my eyes.  I know I know... always the emotional one! Those of you who know me and have been with me along the way can attest to this seemingly being the longest journey ever... but today standing on that hill/mountain, looking at the mountains, the ocean and the vast city in front of me all is as it should be.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked back at may journal entries from my dreaming session last year and without me even knowing I was accomplishing things they happened...  Finding my home ( It was in those exact words on the page.. I had no idea), moving to LA ( that one has been a focus of course), met Kathy Griffin (even the little things!), paying down debt even happened a little. Of course there are a million things on that list, some are in process and some, I've found I've either outgrown or my priorities have changed... no worries.. it's all part of the journey.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to what 2010 has in store for me... last week I heard that the last decade was deemed the Decade from Hell by Time Magazine.  I think back and can't agree...  There were definite moments of pure hell, yes that I can agree with but to deem the entire decade Hell... that's pretty harsh.  And in reflection those moments of hell gave me the choice to be destroyed or fight through to learn anything no matter how small.  I am a fighter I always have been and pray that I always will be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years ago we were sitting around, playing games wondering if when the hands met at 12  our world would come to a halt... the second hand ticked by the remaining seconds of a millennium and 12:00:01 we were handed another second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year, decade to live the life we were born to live.  I have done and plan to do nothing less.  Along the way I have met the most amazing people, many who continue to journey with me in some capacity and I look forward to the adventures ahead!  Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-2193184918919477730?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2193184918919477730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2193184918919477730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2193184918919477730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2193184918919477730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-clock-ticks-down.html' title='As the Clock Ticks Down...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sz1qKW8OLLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ll4vBZmiF04/s72-c/SDC10469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7634647447591110249</id><published>2009-09-20T06:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:40:45.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Life'/><title type='text'>T minus 30</title><content type='html'>Excitement... Faith... Hope... occasional cycles of Fear.  This morning excitement and fear are checking in moment to moment.   I leave NYC a month from today and from there, all I have is uncertainty. &lt;div&gt;I know I am leaving NY, I know I am driving to LA that same week, and I know this is the right step at the right time but I still have no solid plans once I start my car west from Wisconsin.  OK that is a lie.  I might meet a friend in Denver, I have tickets to a show on Nov 7, I have Thanksgiving weekend plans, and I am running a Marathon in February, so I guess I do have solid plans but that is not a place to lay my head or an income source.  But now more than ever before, in the history of my grand moves, I am at peace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost don't know how to handle this because I am used to having a certain level of panic at the instability.  I thrive on change yes, and even with all the crazy times of change in my life I always have needed a definite "plan", though looking back I guess I never really had one.  So.. today I will do the work before me and live in today...  or try at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7634647447591110249?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7634647447591110249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7634647447591110249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7634647447591110249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7634647447591110249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/09/t-minus-30.html' title='T minus 30'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4595678316450501248</id><published>2009-09-12T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:48:23.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Bloggin</title><content type='html'>So today my Mac went to the Dr. I knew this would happen but I am now face to face with the ugliness that is technowithdrawl.  Yes I still have my phone... No internet here though....&lt;br /&gt;But there is so much to get done before the move that this could be a great time to get my shit in order... As well as spend some much needed quiet time that i allow my comp to invade all too often.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is before me I accept and will arrive  at the other side of this experience a bit more self reliant and less zoned out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-4595678316450501248?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4595678316450501248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4595678316450501248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4595678316450501248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4595678316450501248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackberry-bloggin.html' title='Blackberry Bloggin'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7923372483080501737</id><published>2009-09-02T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:19:42.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cilly'/><title type='text'>Nice to meet u</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp7DAxYPksI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ovqN6ctuQ8Q/s1600-h/bm-image-795881.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp7DAxYPksI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ovqN6ctuQ8Q/s320/bm-image-795881.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376949423149388482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was moving my sister into her new apartment and found this hat... I love it!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Hello from my cell phone! I send this via my cell so this should be fun... I may still like twitter better though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bein, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7923372483080501737?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7923372483080501737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7923372483080501737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7923372483080501737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7923372483080501737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-to-meet-u.html' title='Nice to meet u'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp7DAxYPksI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ovqN6ctuQ8Q/s72-c/bm-image-795881.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3285394704770054341</id><published>2009-09-02T11:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:51:02.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY NY'/><title type='text'>My NY: Tren Subterraneo huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp68C3urX3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/DIcmxzBHP4g/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp68C3urX3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/DIcmxzBHP4g/s320/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376941762632441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Metro card!  This is my NYC "car key"... then yesterday I was looking at my roommate's card and on the back... &lt;div&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: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp69S25EmEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3IZbxjF0iPA/s320/noname-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376943136797136962" /&gt; Translation please????  I love the spanish language but if I have an emergency underground how will i know what to do?  Well the question should be would I look at my subway card first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And thats My NY!&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-style: italic; "&gt;-P&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/36656337-3285394704770054341?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3285394704770054341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3285394704770054341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3285394704770054341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3285394704770054341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ny-tren-subterraneo-huh.html' title='My NY: Tren Subterraneo huh?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Sp68C3urX3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/DIcmxzBHP4g/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6593602496479906431</id><published>2009-08-26T08:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:23:54.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Packin it up.. again!</title><content type='html'>I have started the process yet again of packing up my room for what I hope is a move that will result in my putting down roots for the first time in my adult life.  I usually move in a moment's notice so having months to plan has been fantastic, and yet I have no idea what to do with it...  I absolutely enjoy the process of simplifying and de-cluttering does that make me nuts? Hmm...  I was looking out my window this morning and thinking about my time in NYC and the parts I will miss... but how ready I am to move on :)  And I journey on!  Love the adventure that life is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6593602496479906431?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6593602496479906431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6593602496479906431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6593602496479906431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6593602496479906431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/08/packin-it-up-again.html' title='Packin it up.. again!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5561359792543101875</id><published>2009-08-20T10:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:26:01.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY NY'/><title type='text'>MY NY: AC?  HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/So2Ev1tSzMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/17Ms78mmQLs/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/So2Ev1tSzMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/17Ms78mmQLs/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372095887928642754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to My NY I have been wanting to do posts entitled "My NY"  things in this city from my perspective... and so with 61 days left in the city :)  I begin!  Better late than never right?  &lt;div&gt;... it's hot and my window fan (not pictured above is blowing some type of warm air in my general direction I have lots of experience with the heat so it's really not that much of a bother, but today it's getting to me.... this AC unit above is from last year when we thought it would be a good idea... turns out bills went up and cooling really never happened!  Oh Well :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And thats My NY!&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-style: italic;"&gt;-P&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/36656337-5561359792543101875?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5561359792543101875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5561359792543101875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5561359792543101875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5561359792543101875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-ny-ac-ha.html' title='MY NY: AC?  HA!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/So2Ev1tSzMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/17Ms78mmQLs/s72-c/IMG_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3099331429097221100</id><published>2009-08-13T20:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:52:49.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Can anyone help?</title><content type='html'>Hello out there?  Does anyone read me?  I know I ask this crazy question when i only post once every six months.. but I have a feeling that I am going to be posting more often and I really dislike my page.  I love this Orange thing now... because I love orange.. but I am struggling with the design part of this.  I want to like my layout and I can do lots of things but layout design is not something I am great at. Do I have anyone out there who would like to help  me out?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3099331429097221100?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3099331429097221100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3099331429097221100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3099331429097221100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3099331429097221100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-anyone-help.html' title='Can anyone help?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5498299811741213143</id><published>2009-08-13T19:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:19:20.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Steps'/><title type='text'>Donde esta la Paz?</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow it's been almost 6 months since I was here.  I saw Julie and Julia last night and it was all about blogging and for some reason I think tonight is as good a time as any to "share my heart with the world"?   Since my Boys are up ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; football!)  I can turn down the volume and write a little.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave NY in 68 days!  I know it's the exact step that I need to take   I love these times of extreme faith and seeming free-falling.  I know that God will work everything out because he promised he would and He's proven faithful thus far!  I don't really have the fear about that but rather there is a sort of panic that hits me when I try to figure out jobs to apply for.  I freeze up at this step &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  I can do anything!  I have experience in a million different things and yet I want more than anything to pursue the deepest desire in my heart and at the moment it feels so far away.   I am the first to talk about the Journey  and one step at a time but I am terrible at it. Well I'll take my own advice... breathe... pray and start again tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- P&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/36656337-5498299811741213143?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5498299811741213143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5498299811741213143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5498299811741213143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5498299811741213143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/08/donde-esta-la-paz.html' title='Donde esta la Paz?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-85517280122776496</id><published>2009-01-26T21:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:12:20.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you sleep?.. Here's some nutty for you!</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a person who could sleep like everyone else.  I would love to turn out the light at 9 and drift away for a great nights sleep... but this is too often not in my cards.  Sleep comes to me in many forms: 1. pass out while watching a movie, (which my roommates can attest to and tease me incessantly for) 2. tossing and turning with my mind running a million miles an hour with plans, dreams, fears etc, and 3. after I have facebooked into oblivion, cleaned my room yet again ( an 8x8 room is so easily a disaster it's needed multiple times daily), and just can't think of anything else to do. In college I used to do the Tylenol PM thing, but find that to be though a good sleep not one that I should revert to given my family history with drug addiction.  So I share with you my blog readers who I think are probably few due to the fact that I post so rarely, that I am up tonight unable to sleep.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday a friend asked me what is is like to not have thoughts in your head. I guess that her brain goes all the time... giving her little peace lately.  I told her its just empty there is just nothing there. Quiet...Peaceful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS NOT MY MIND TONIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beginning to wonder if my brain is ADD sometimes and can't even slow down for me to grasp anything.  You know like a CD in the player that you can hear spinning but the player wont recognize it. Maybe that's my brain more often than not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say that over the past few months I have found that I worry less about things.  Less being the key word.  I am a planner.. and that is putting it mildly.  I plan for everything!  I see the goal be it big or small and then I make multiple plans.... I mean what if?  Right?   BUT I love spontaneity.  Does this make any sense at all?  I love that I am learning these things about myself.  I am me.. Prissi, Cilla, P, Scilly, and those are the few names I know people call me :) and everyday I embrace the nuts that my life is a little more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-85517280122776496?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/85517280122776496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=85517280122776496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/85517280122776496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/85517280122776496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-sleep-heres-some-nutty-for-you.html' title='Can you sleep?.. Here&apos;s some nutty for you!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1265300954392692299</id><published>2008-12-02T11:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:33:11.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Over the River and Thru the woods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWMYtJW3QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bUe05jGZYAQ/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276894597995778" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWMZfBXbnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LAcmbrWSq34/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276907986251378" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWJLxdzw7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/qO2WWCGDVRk/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275273373884335026" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWMZPWGd6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/O29BmRuM0bk/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWMZPWGd6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/O29BmRuM0bk/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275276903778252706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1265300954392692299?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1265300954392692299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1265300954392692299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1265300954392692299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1265300954392692299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-river-and-thru-woods.html' title='Over the River and Thru the woods!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STWMYtJW3QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bUe05jGZYAQ/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3837445695363279340</id><published>2008-11-27T21:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:31:18.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks in Random</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd post today... sat a long time trying to compile my thoughts.. but i'm all over the place.. and so is my thankfulness :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family( today is my 23 anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends ( getting to spend today with my best friend was a huge blessing on so many levels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dallas Wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amazing memories ( I have been going thru old boxes and clearing out! all I can say is wow I have had some crazy times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ow.. this blasted hang nail ( can I be thankful for this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fires( in fireplaces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hills (to run up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorann (my friend serving in the Navy in Bahrain...so thankful for her!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ipod (which has been pumping Supreme Music Program into my head a lot lately.. and I am loving it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ozzy and Sharon... need I say more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smoked turkey ( loved it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep in quietville ( living in NYC there is no quiet on the street below all night but being home has been so great and quiet.. yikes speaking of sleep!  I have to get up in no time :)   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I'll post some memories from 4 wheeling tomorrow :)&lt;/div&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;&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/36656337-3837445695363279340?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3837445695363279340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3837445695363279340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3837445695363279340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3837445695363279340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-in-random.html' title='Thanks in Random'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1443665881002008058</id><published>2008-11-05T10:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:27:40.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>We are artists, a mysterious people, who on any given day experience more insecurity, fear of &lt;div&gt;rejection, failure, and intense loneliness than the average person would ever sign up to endure, yet out of our "burden" pours a light and inspiration that heals and transforms our world when we trust in who we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1443665881002008058?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1443665881002008058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1443665881002008058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1443665881002008058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1443665881002008058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3734934409344917797</id><published>2008-08-18T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:37:01.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>ok.... i am so irritated</title><content type='html'>I have just watched the uneven bars event and I am soooooooooooo over these strange rules and this age controversy thing has me yelling at the TV!!!!  Some of the rules make no sense.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... ok thank you for letting me vent! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3734934409344917797?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3734934409344917797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3734934409344917797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3734934409344917797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3734934409344917797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-am-so-irritated.html' title='ok.... i am so irritated'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1293527504766452618</id><published>2008-08-05T14:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:27:56.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Impossible?</title><content type='html'>Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given then to explore the power they have to change it.  Impossible is not a fact it's an opinion.  Impossible is not a declaration it's a dare.  Impossible is potential.  Impossible is temporary.  Impossible is nothing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this in a Maxwell book and really liked it, so I thought I'd share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1293527504766452618?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1293527504766452618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1293527504766452618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1293527504766452618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1293527504766452618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/08/impossible.html' title='Impossible?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5112442909572665201</id><published>2008-08-04T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:44:14.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC JOYS'/><title type='text'>Repaving now?  Really?</title><content type='html'>So... I guess the city of NY decided that our entire block needed street repairs.  I wouldn't know really due to the fact that I never drive!  SAD :(  But it was posted outside tonight from 6PM to to 6 AM that they were working and sure enough... 6 pm on the dot the noise began... I never realized how much of a ruckus those machines can be... of course the echo off the surrounding buildings doesn't help.   So anyway they tore up the street around our apt and then it got quiet so now just as I am trying to get myself to bed... they round the corner with more ruckus.. oh how the city speaks :)  Maybe I'll rent a car after this to try out the new roads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-5112442909572665201?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5112442909572665201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5112442909572665201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5112442909572665201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5112442909572665201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/08/repaving-now-really.html' title='Repaving now?  Really?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-106859377381844773</id><published>2008-08-03T08:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:23:10.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh Paige Davis</title><content type='html'>I woke up late this morning so I missed my intended church service... ( of course since is it NYC I still have 2 more options for the day)  So I decided to turn on the tube and what did I find.  A throw back to the good ol days and Paige Davis!  I love her! hosting a Space Trade in LA from 2002!  I miss watching this show and watching it makes me want a space of my own to play in! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-106859377381844773?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/106859377381844773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=106859377381844773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/106859377381844773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/106859377381844773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhhh-paige-davis.html' title='Ahhhh Paige Davis'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1193707162899427026</id><published>2008-08-02T12:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:00:24.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity at work'/><title type='text'>New Title</title><content type='html'>So I thought that the title i had was not enough.. me.. It was me.. but the sappy Jesus land plain jane me.. not the out here ready to take on the world and experience everything everyone person that I am.  does anyone have any thoughts?  I happened upon it as I was typing a post asking for ideas.. so if anyone has any.. please share.. I'd love to hear them.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1193707162899427026?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1193707162899427026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1193707162899427026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1193707162899427026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1193707162899427026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-title.html' title='New Title'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8651893844494498144</id><published>2008-07-03T22:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:13:45.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the USA!</title><content type='html'>So.. I was supposed to go to bed like an hour ago??? Instead I texted my friend who is Bahrain... there she is just starting her day and I thought I would send a salutation to her and a thank you, for all she does to ensure that the freedoms we celebrate on this day remain our freedoms.  So we chatted back and forth a bit.. I love modern technology!!!! Now 2 minutes ago as I begin to put my computer away.. my blessed neighborhood comes to life!  Fireworks everywhere!  Its not so abnormal actually... and I have days where it is endearing and so NYC and days where the ruckus outside sends me running down the hall into the living room where I have to dodge a recliner and jump over my roommates computers and printers and sometimes an actual roommate to get up on the futon which was purchased but never removed from our apt... just so I can actually lean out the window where I will yell.. yes yell for a moment of silence... which i never get.. I don't think people actually hear me.  Ok well, I may have every intention of yelling but when I actually arrive at the window a little voice in my head says.. don't disturb the neighbors... anyway you'd have to yell it in spanish anyway, so I just stand there at the window whisper yelling for just a moment of silence. .. ooo speaking of silence.. I think it has happened without me yelling :)  I better try to get to sleep before the kazoo band starts again like last night :)  Ahhhh NYC!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8651893844494498144?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8651893844494498144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8651893844494498144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8651893844494498144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8651893844494498144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-bless-usa.html' title='God Bless the USA!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-9060144227476996715</id><published>2008-07-02T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:09:37.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For your reading enjoyment'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love By Elizabeth Gilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SJShg961BlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DW1odkXtQWw/s1600-h/eatpraylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SJShg961BlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DW1odkXtQWw/s320/eatpraylove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229982655033181778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an amazing book.  What a lame start to this mini review!  I decided to read it after sitting at a rooftop party listening to people talk about how it changed their lives.  I had always thought it was some new age book but...NO WAY!  I will say that I am drawn to personal stories, so I am prone to be "Inspired" easily.. but this book did so much more than that for me.  It helped me begin to look at myself and have my own personal crossover.  If you haven't read this book yet you may not understand that but you will.  Upon finishing this book I took time to honestly evaluate who I am, what I believe, how I practice what I believe, and who I want to be.  I can't say I've been 100% successful in the areas I am working on but that's right I am human!  If you haven't read it pick it up... it's worth it and if you have read it and have thoughts to share I'd love to hear them.&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/36656337-9060144227476996715?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/9060144227476996715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=9060144227476996715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9060144227476996715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9060144227476996715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/07/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html' title='Eat Pray Love By Elizabeth Gilbert'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SJShg961BlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DW1odkXtQWw/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4328269322083728322</id><published>2008-06-24T23:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:01:47.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SGHtJW04P4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/JK7yaj3IpTs/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SGHtJW04P4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/JK7yaj3IpTs/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215710588473720706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so I was going to do a post tonight until I looked at the clock........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/36656337-4328269322083728322?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4328269322083728322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4328269322083728322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4328269322083728322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4328269322083728322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SGHtJW04P4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/JK7yaj3IpTs/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4752194856790538493</id><published>2008-06-22T23:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:30:48.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. and so I do nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been having a conversation lately with a good friend here in the city and then again today I  shared it in a conversation with my best friend.. that I am compiling a list of the things that I am realizing that I fear or feel inadequate about myself about, and I call it my  ... and so I do nothing list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This practice has been amazing and painful all at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my things is that I compare myself to people...decide that they act or do whatever it is better than me ... and you guessed it... I do nothing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend was amazing as usual and challenged me with something that her pastor had said recently about how when we compare ourselves with others and make judgements like that we are basically telling God that what is created is worthless.  Ouch!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thought stuck with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; most of the day and I happened upon this quote by Nelson Mandela... which says something similar... and I think this is my new quote on my wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won' t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."- Nelson Mandela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-4752194856790538493?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4752194856790538493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4752194856790538493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4752194856790538493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4752194856790538493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-i-do-nothing.html' title='.. and so I do nothing.'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8271424980018210842</id><published>2008-06-22T03:26:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:59:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I am trying to figure out where my lack of motivation is coming from when it comes to my blog...  to be honest I am just trying to find me in NYC most of the time right now.   Anyway... I am sure there will be more of this at some later date, but it's been over a month again and I have walked and given no photos or updates to anyone...no other word but SAD!  So.. the AIDS walk!  I did walk  On May 18 and it was Amazing!  It was so great to be a part of something so  massive.  Also thank you to my friends for helping me reach my $200 goal... it was just an experience I am not sure there are words for.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SF4q4cJjuYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/blplzRzdVN8/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214652567658936706" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SF4sKjmP42I/AAAAAAAAAOw/LCmiViKyoqw/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214653978407592802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked with my friend Mitch and it was a fantastic time.. we talked about everything... including our lives as actors, the beauty of Central Park, how hungry and thirsty we were... it seemed that unless you were a super walker water was out of the question or the super people in front of us were really thirsty... though at about mile 5 we did get some water.  But I think the thing I took most from this experience was the lack of ministry representation.  Coming from the Jesus Land background that I do I guess I half expected there to be people out with their anti-gay foolishness, but as we began to walk... I saw a handful of people with t-shirts with the name of a church I wish I could remember, which got me thinking that I think that Christians have it wrong.  Yes... it was Sunday morning.. but here is a PRIME time and place to just walk alongside people and let them know that you love and care for them as Christ did and all I saw was a handful of people.  Now that is not to say there were not more than that there who were just people like me.... but I think churches have amazing opportunities that they never even see to just be Jesus to someone without really saying a word.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/36656337-8271424980018210842?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8271424980018210842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8271424980018210842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8271424980018210842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8271424980018210842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/SF4q4cJjuYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/blplzRzdVN8/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6902750142204038610</id><published>2008-05-11T13:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:30:23.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the month!</title><content type='html'>No... have no fear my few faithful readers, I have not turned grammer geek. This is the one and only word of the month I intend to ever have... if I have another I don't forsee it being anytime soon. Enough already what is the word? What? you don't like my rambling? Fine then, the word is CHANGE. This past few months since graduation I have had a lot of time to reflect on life and it's amazing what you can learn about yourself when you take the time to reflect on some things. So all that to say... you will be seeing some changes in the blog shortly, complete with name change as you can see... Journey of Dreams... so please keep checking back for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6902750142204038610?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6902750142204038610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6902750142204038610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6902750142204038610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6902750142204038610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/05/word-of-month.html' title='Word of the month!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8857340380809682491</id><published>2008-05-02T18:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:06:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS Walk 2008</title><content type='html'>On May 18 I will be walking around Central Park to Fight AIDS. This is something I wanted to do last year but because of school wasn't able to do.  I have never done anything like this before so it is going to be a fun experience.  So that being said.. I have a goal of $200 and as you can see by my little red thermometer to the right I only need $125 more!  Thank you to Joanne and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lorann&lt;/span&gt; for their donations!  Now with the help of the rest of my faithful readers, I know we can explode that thermometer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8857340380809682491?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8857340380809682491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8857340380809682491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8857340380809682491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8857340380809682491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/05/aids-walk-2008.html' title='AIDS Walk 2008'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-9188780130332204617</id><published>2008-04-20T18:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:17:39.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60edb5bf8c489a56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60edb5bf8c489a56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330413795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CB40EEFBD91E30368AC6805DEDA0D06547D3A15.7BC63868E231E281161ABF2E4682663BBEC20C64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60edb5bf8c489a56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6UsKJ7kgKEQ2X6baLCp6OJ7J38U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60edb5bf8c489a56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330413795%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CB40EEFBD91E30368AC6805DEDA0D06547D3A15.7BC63868E231E281161ABF2E4682663BBEC20C64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60edb5bf8c489a56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6UsKJ7kgKEQ2X6baLCp6OJ7J38U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other night i am at a friends place... for a 1st nice day in the city rooftop party and we are chillin and I look behind me and see this....  Absolutly amazing!  It was so peaceful up there.. the hum of the city was so far away I never wanted to leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-9188780130332204617?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60edb5bf8c489a56&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/9188780130332204617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=9188780130332204617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9188780130332204617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9188780130332204617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-top-of-world.html' title='On top of the world'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-989568252098267011</id><published>2008-04-06T20:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:13:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time</title><content type='html'>I have been having one of those strike that.... lots of those God moments lately.  I'm not even sure exactly how to articulate it and maybe it can't be put into words but it's a peace... in the midst of madness. My life currently consists of three jobs right now and that's not where I want to be... not that anyone wants to be living with three jobs ever, though lots of us in this fantastic industry of entertainment seem to live this way! Since graduation I have found myself asking what the heck am I doing here.  Living the dream? If so what is the dream?  I have spent so much of my life having the dream driving me... pushing me toward something and I took so many detours along the way but tonight I was walking in Times Square... some people call it the heart of the madness, but I love it.  I don't think there has yet to be a time that I have been down there and not just wanted to hold my hands out in the center of it all and spin in circles, but I digress... I was walking thru Times Square just listening to music and looking up at all the lights and just had this awe of where this leg of my journey has brought me.  No idea what is next... but I have learned to love it!  Trust, faith and obedience.. these are the words I am living by day by day moment by moment as my grandmother says. Good Times!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-989568252098267011?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/989568252098267011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=989568252098267011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/989568252098267011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/989568252098267011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4020642788427078522</id><published>2008-03-04T10:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:15:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm not a Blogger</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is but I don't just want to post something to post.  I know people are curious about my life but I don't think there are that many readers.  I think the concept is great!  I have been putting it off all month since graduation and now I am at the Mac store on lunch thinking... I should say hi to the blog world.  So all that to say I won't leave but I need to figure out who I am as a blogger...   I know deep isn't it?   So what is life as a non-student new yorker?  It's less stressful for sure.  I am trying to find the balance between "work" and my craft.... This is the biggest struggle... so if any of you out there are millionaires and would like to help me out that would be amazing.  I am almost reorganized in my life so then it is making a plan and executing... I know I sound nuts well maybe I am I am an actor aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-4020642788427078522?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4020642788427078522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4020642788427078522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4020642788427078522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4020642788427078522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-im-not-blogger.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m not a Blogger'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1284133256183804530</id><published>2008-01-27T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:01:36.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown is on!</title><content type='html'>To all my faithful readers... not sure that you are reading at all anymore but I have 2 seconds.. to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION IS IN 6 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I graduate on Sat the 2nd!  So I will be back soon to post updates on my life and fill you in on how things have been the past few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1284133256183804530?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1284133256183804530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1284133256183804530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1284133256183804530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1284133256183804530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2008/01/countdown-is-on.html' title='The countdown is on!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6918368938292672179</id><published>2007-11-24T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:06:05.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in the City</title><content type='html'>Well.. this is my 2nd Thanksgiving here in NYC! Last year it was quite the adventure as I tried to take my friends from Sunny Miami, FL, and Mexico City to the Parade. As you can see from the pics it was less than enjoyable. We didn't make it all the way thru because we were soaked to the bone and thought it would be foolish... as if it wasn't to begin with! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136572082969624514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jFGECXv8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/plEbzx1dYuA/s320/Parade+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raziel and Brandi at the 2006 Thanksgiving Day Parade, I think Raziel lasted an hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136570691400220594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jD1ECXv7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/wGvr3h6GbCo/s320/Parade+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see due to the weather the balloons were flying very low&lt;br /&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;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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136570682810285970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jD0kCXv5I/AAAAAAAAAII/3gnj7xWv0Lo/s320/Parade+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the dorm after we conceded defeat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO with that experience behind me I decided that I would forgo that again and stay in and watch the parade, which I did in my fantastic Dallas Jammies! After that it was setting up for the party! We had some friends over and had what I would call a very successful Thanksgiving Dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574114489155586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jG8UCXwAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y4IFvAo_Nyk/s320/thanks+TABLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                Our pretty table all set and ready to go!  Complete with the Dogshow in the background!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574110194188258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jG8ECXv-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OGyfou8L_Uo/s320/buffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                    A NYC Thanksgiving Buffet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574105899220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jG70CXv9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EtOG2p48D3Y/s320/thanks+kit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                            Me and Jasmine in the Kitchen I think I am giving her a hard time about being on the internet in the Kitchen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574114489155570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jG8UCXv_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/5vzaK2F2eko/s320/thanks071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 It's the roomies!  Me, Stacy, Jasmine, and Paul. Jen was the only one  missing.. but also the only one with a boyfriend :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574118784122898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jG8kCXwBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cKOj0GREGUA/s320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of a long day... after the Cowboys won and all the games were played... I on the slepping chair getting set for a long long nap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6918368938292672179?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6918368938292672179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6918368938292672179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6918368938292672179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6918368938292672179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-in-city.html' title='Thanksgiving in the City'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/R0jFGECXv8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/plEbzx1dYuA/s72-c/Parade+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3507939911952446701</id><published>2007-11-23T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:08:28.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially 2 degrees away from Tennessee</title><content type='html'>Yes it is true.. I did get cast in "The Rose Tatoo".  I will be playing  Miss Yorke, a teacher who tries to convinces Serafina to let her daughter to go to the school dance.  It's going to be lots of fun and I can't wait to dig into the character!  The show starts in 20 days I think, so it's going to be crazy  times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3507939911952446701?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3507939911952446701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3507939911952446701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3507939911952446701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3507939911952446701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-officially-2-degrees-away-from.html' title='I am officially 2 degrees away from Tennessee'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6435213791374487965</id><published>2007-11-13T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:59:41.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrees of Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RznzuxUs95I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oU0voxDZUoI/s1600-h/200px-Tennessee_Williams_NYWTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132401235205093266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RznzuxUs95I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oU0voxDZUoI/s320/200px-Tennessee_Williams_NYWTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone does the Keven Bacon degrees game but last night as I was on stage reading in my audition for "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" and "Rose Tatoo" I realized that I am only 2 degrees away from Teneessee Williams.  My director actually knew him personally and did some of his shows!  His work is phenominal and I do hope I get to do a role for the showcase.. I will let you know!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6435213791374487965?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6435213791374487965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6435213791374487965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6435213791374487965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6435213791374487965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/degrees-of-separation.html' title='Degrees of Separation'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RznzuxUs95I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oU0voxDZUoI/s72-c/200px-Tennessee_Williams_NYWTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3335849803267557141</id><published>2007-11-05T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:48:36.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in NYC</title><content type='html'>This morning was unlike most of my mornings... trying to get out the door always feeling like there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I am missing, but can't figure out so I strap on my way too heavy backpack and usually another bag full of Library books and head out.  Well today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; as I opened the door out of the building a huge chain whizzed past my face. It was a bike chain(mind you bike chains in NYC are more like some kind of heavy duty chain you would find on a farm in WI), and in front of it was a guy running for his life.  Before I knew what was happening i ran across the street in the opposite direction in case of gunfire... I know I guess it was the first though running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my head.  No sooner had I crossed and an impala sped backwards up the street and a big dude jumped out to take the kid down.... after standing and watching from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; the cops arrived and I guess that the guys were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; undercover officers chasing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt;.  I have no clue where there chain comes in all I am is glad it missed my face!  I was not scared in the least though... just another day to keep my eyes open and know what's around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3335849803267557141?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3335849803267557141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3335849803267557141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3335849803267557141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3335849803267557141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-day-in-nyc.html' title='Another Day in NYC'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1822051932451617828</id><published>2007-10-31T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:30:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a long walk in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rylu-_n39VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6BBY1qbAZPI/s1600-h/London+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127751679247643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rylu-_n39VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6BBY1qbAZPI/s320/London+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost forgotten about this... I was just searching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some of the pics on my computer and came across this.  When I went to London in March of 2006 was it really 2006?  Holy cow it was.. and I guess in a way that makes the story all the better, and much more divine in a way.  I had decided that I was going to try and find this random place that I had been back in the spring of 1997, so I took the train out to the stop that I remembered and started to walk... I found the little fish place and had a fantastic fish and chips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; decided that I would just continue walking around since the area was so beautiful.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; up getting a little bit lost and bugger... maps are not easy to follow in London trust me.  But I turned a corner and this was on the side of a building and sat on the bench that was there and just kind of read it over and over and it just spoke something deep inside me.  I don't think I even knew at the time or really ever have been able to articulate that feeling of the flame deep down that was always there to follow my dream having fuel poured all over it.  I left London 5 days later and it was almost 4 months to the day that, with my knees shaking, and my only desire being to not freeze up and forget the lines I was delivering a monologue at an audition to get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AMDA&lt;/span&gt;.  Flash forward to today a year and a half from that day in London and I am 3 months from graduating from an acting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conservatory&lt;/span&gt; program in NYC!  The dream had become my life! &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/36656337-1822051932451617828?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1822051932451617828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1822051932451617828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1822051932451617828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1822051932451617828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-long-walk-in-london.html' title='On a long walk in London'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rylu-_n39VI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6BBY1qbAZPI/s72-c/London+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3786046731331870590</id><published>2007-10-31T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:58:04.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all under contol</title><content type='html'>Yes... I was a little punchy the other night and thought that instead of using that pic which I had taken months ago while I was just riding the train and blogging what I had been meaning to blog about it in some deep thing posing the question to all my readers... what do these train cars see in a day type thing.... I instead went with my first random thought and just posted it the way you all saw it. I wondered as I pushed publish... whether or not it would alarm people. I hope I didn't freak any of you out too much.   But yea I was just sitting there looking at those indents thinking wow... those are from a gun..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; Mom and dad if you are reading this it really is safe here.  I am in no real danger.  Though I kinda doubt that my mom checks  my blog.  I don't think she even knows what it is after all the only way we can have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; out on the farm.... is to have satellite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  Can you believe that?  My family lives a mile or less from $250,000 homes that are popping up everywhere and we live in a valley that can't get high speed... we can't even get cable!  But let me tell you it makes life simpler and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; nice to go home to something more simple every once and awhile.  Wow this post was quite a ramble all to say I am FINE... doing well, still catching up on my sleep from last semester and finally got my voice back from the crazy end of last semester.  This is the last semester so now everyone pray I find work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3786046731331870590?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3786046731331870590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3786046731331870590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3786046731331870590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3786046731331870590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-under-contol.html' title='It&apos;s all under contol'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-166195099220288161</id><published>2007-10-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:22:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rya_i_n39TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2In8q_N4WmQ/s1600-h/bullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126995833723024690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rya_i_n39TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2In8q_N4WmQ/s320/bullet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36656337-166195099220288161?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/166195099220288161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=166195099220288161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/166195099220288161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/166195099220288161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes I am Alive!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rya_i_n39TI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2In8q_N4WmQ/s72-c/bullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6558527827857882111</id><published>2007-10-04T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:05:17.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mountain top experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLyJCX3MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4EPiP1XW77g/s1600-h/switchbacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117439138879495362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLyJCX3MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4EPiP1XW77g/s320/switchbacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could remember what was going thru my head when I saw this very picture.... I wonder if I looked back...all I know is I am looking back now and this morning it is as if my life on some level has come full circle.  I have one more demo.... and I will have made it thru third semester at AMDA.  There really aren't words to explain what the past month has been like for me, but for those of you who have hiked Pikes Peak  or have heard stories from people who have, you know it is one of the hardest yet most satisfying things you could do.  And this morning as I am thinking about the last month... it is just like the peak... and I am right there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLqJCX3KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1G3VauKegGY/s1600-h/summithouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117439001440541858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLqJCX3KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1G3VauKegGY/s320/summithouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLq5CX3LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2H0wQ7rFZQg/s1600-h/swithbacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top is in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTKzJCX3HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3Vibpl8qOR0/s1600-h/16stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTKzJCX3II/AAAAAAAAAGU/FNWo_DijGvU/s1600-h/swithbacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTKzZCX3JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aXO3DhvO70o/s1600-h/summithouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36656337-6558527827857882111?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6558527827857882111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6558527827857882111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6558527827857882111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6558527827857882111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/10/mountain-top-experience.html' title='The mountain top experience'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RwTLyJCX3MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4EPiP1XW77g/s72-c/switchbacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7691055335769264027</id><published>2007-09-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:58:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunny Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rtyer85f5AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dHkoN5qBMs/s1600-h/cyclonesm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106130555450156034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rtyer85f5AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dHkoN5qBMs/s320/cyclonesm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the last time it was sunny on Labor day. It may have been last year but it seems that every time we tried to camp or picnic growing up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; was always full of showers making it hard to be outside. Well that was not the case for me today. After overhearing at the laundromat yesterday that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coney&lt;/span&gt; Island was closing after this season I thought it would be a good idea for me to take a trip out to see what everyone means when they talk about this historic part of the city. It was fun! I am sad that they are tearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of it down.  We had chili dogs at Nathan's, rode the Cyclone, (which I must say was one of the funnest roller coasters I have ever been on!) , and finally we walked on the beach... it was so nice and relaxing.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the most sun I have gotten all summer!    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I may want to live on the beach some day...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7691055335769264027?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7691055335769264027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7691055335769264027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7691055335769264027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7691055335769264027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunny-labor-day.html' title='A sunny Labor Day!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rtyer85f5AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dHkoN5qBMs/s72-c/cyclonesm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3934081333306499896</id><published>2007-09-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:53:42.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New comfy clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RtnQjc5f4_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q7tQBPhj3yk/s1600-h/DrP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105340960072524786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RtnQjc5f4_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q7tQBPhj3yk/s320/DrP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No roles in medical dramas yet... and those of you that know me know that I could only be in a medical facility that IS a set without hitting the floor!  But I finally found a pair of scrubs that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love!  Almost my entire family works in the medical field so I have been around scrubs forever... and heard all about their comfort, but never tried them.  I'm sold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3934081333306499896?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3934081333306499896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3934081333306499896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3934081333306499896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3934081333306499896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-comfy-clothes.html' title='New comfy clothes'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RtnQjc5f4_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q7tQBPhj3yk/s72-c/DrP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-139216257969017968</id><published>2007-08-19T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:35:31.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscilla... Queen of the Amazons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a stage combat class here and this semester we worked the whole first part on broadswords. I had fun with this section, I have to say that I do enjoy rapiers much more but this was fun.. Here are some pictures from my scene with Clara from the fantastic play "King Lear" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 This is about halfway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the fight.. I get the upper hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKc5f46I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7WcQqoCxRwQ/s1600-h/BS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620327157752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKc5f46I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7WcQqoCxRwQ/s320/BS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              Swinging these suckers is not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f47I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_xvJNP1M9TI/s1600-h/BS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620331452720050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f47I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_xvJNP1M9TI/s320/BS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Ha!  center cut to the head!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f48I/AAAAAAAAAFk/-N4zHWdmiAM/s1600-h/BS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620331452720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f48I/AAAAAAAAAFk/-N4zHWdmiAM/s320/BS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            A last desperate attempt to stay alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f49I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5dM7-mJt6VQ/s1600-h/Bs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620331452720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKs5f49I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5dM7-mJt6VQ/s320/Bs4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Thou hast slain me!   O, untimely death.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLK85f4-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/f-IQu7Irxak/s1600-h/BS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620335747687394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLK85f4-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/f-IQu7Irxak/s320/BS5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-139216257969017968?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/139216257969017968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=139216257969017968&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/139216257969017968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/139216257969017968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/priscilla-queen-of-amazons.html' title='Priscilla... Queen of the Amazons'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RskLKc5f46I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7WcQqoCxRwQ/s72-c/BS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-832993768750377572</id><published>2007-08-19T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:32:49.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome for the Lonestar state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsiZj85f45I/AAAAAAAAAFM/BNK4X9Tjw1A/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100495420918850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsiZj85f45I/AAAAAAAAAFM/BNK4X9Tjw1A/s320/noname" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture a while ago from a subway platform in the Bronx.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; the lens it looked like a train station in the middle of nowhere Texas. I saw it on my phone today and it made me wish for one of those long walks I would take in the woods when I lived in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;four way&lt;/span&gt; stop town of Garden Valley, TX.  Don't get me wrong I love city life, but I could use a little Texas today!&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/36656337-832993768750377572?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/832993768750377572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=832993768750377572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/832993768750377572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/832993768750377572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/lonesome-for-lonestar-state.html' title='Lonesome for the Lonestar state'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsiZj85f45I/AAAAAAAAAFM/BNK4X9Tjw1A/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6638393781351104680</id><published>2007-08-17T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:27:29.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How am I feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.furryfriendfashions.com/kitty%20is%20tired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.furryfriendfashions.com/kitty%20is%20tired.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has been me all semester!  At the end of a long day I pass out the first chance I have to sit down!  Guess it means that I am giving my 120% all the time though right?&lt;br /&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/36656337-6638393781351104680?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6638393781351104680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6638393781351104680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6638393781351104680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6638393781351104680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-am-i-feeling.html' title='How am I feeling?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6321318656753972571</id><published>2007-08-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:35:11.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... a little piece of home</title><content type='html'>Last night my cousin Candice called me to tell me she was in the city, so we met up for breakfast at a fun little place called the Applejack Diner on 55&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street for breakfast this morning.  It was so nice to see and talk to someone from home.  It made my day... I left with that feeling like you are smiling on the inside... you know that feeling?  I love it!  So anytime anyone of you that reads my blog is in town call me look me up!  I love visitors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6321318656753972571?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6321318656753972571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6321318656753972571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6321318656753972571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6321318656753972571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/ah-little-piece-of-home.html' title='Ah... a little piece of home'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7241288304288080301</id><published>2007-08-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:47:35.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you wish for does happen sometimes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Monday and it happened like most of my Mondays do... with me running behind and finding out during the day that there is something that I have forgotten to do or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misprioritized&lt;/span&gt;.... if that is even a word. So knowing that I had to find costumes I went downtown to shop a bit.... but of course the cheap stores close early so I decided to chill at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; on 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street to work on a project... no sooner had I sat down with my coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; pulled out my project that I got a text from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt; that works in Times Square saying Ozzy Osbourne was playing there and there were bubbles! I stopped breathing and jumped into action. I have become quite the Ozzy fan the past few years and there have been numerous times I have walked past the Hard Rock Cafe and wondered if he would ever play there when I was in NY to be able to see. I was out the door of the Starbucks sans the coffee in less than 30 seconds and running up 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Ave as fast as one can run with a 15lb backpack! 7 blocks later I arrived to listen to Ozzy do three songs... one of them being my fave "Crazy Train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I should have moved under the canopy I was about 2 ft to the right of this pic! He was playing just above this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098720446493021106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsJLO14807I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ySIDQzi-ZVE/s320/ozzy+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I think he is looking much better these days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098720893169619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsJLo14808I/AAAAAAAAAE8/blyxgLX5zd4/s320/ozzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I am going to meet him.  He is so intriguing to me and I just have one of those feelings you know?  Anyway now I can say I saw Ozzy live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098721838062425042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsJMf14809I/AAAAAAAAAFE/fxqOHSFY5PU/s320/ozzy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36656337-7241288304288080301?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7241288304288080301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7241288304288080301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7241288304288080301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7241288304288080301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-you-wish-for-does-happen-sometimes.html' title='What you wish for does happen sometimes!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RsJLO14807I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ySIDQzi-ZVE/s72-c/ozzy+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1487512151605412142</id><published>2007-08-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:43:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a New Yorker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know it has been forever since I last posted and it's only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;becuase&lt;/span&gt; I am busier than ever.. but I had to tell you the story of Wednesday trip to school!  Same as any other day.. but I was running just about 2 minutes later than usual, but that two minutes can spell disaster when it comes to catching trains so I was already freaking out...  Mind you I had looked outside and seen that it had rained overnight but it wasn't raining at the time so I was not overly concerned.  As soon as I slid my Metro card and rounded the corner to walk down to where the car of my choice stops, I knew there was something terribly wrong.  There were nearly a hundred people down there when on a normal day there isn't more than 25 people.  I got down to the front car and ran into the girl that takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; for my class and we got to talking... the train came and we crammed on to a packed train which was also very odd.. but it was the only train at the time so we got on... as soon as the doors closed they announced that the final stop would be 137&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street due to flooding. Once out of the station at 137&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (mind you this is the heart of Harlem) I ran into two other students trying to make the 8AM warm up.  It was 730 so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to hail a cab to no avail.. so we started walking.... and walking.. the cabs were all full...and walking  the bus was out of the question &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there were 50+ people at the stops and any bus that arrived was packed to the point of people's faces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smashed&lt;/span&gt; up against the glass.... so we just kept walking.. 125&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 116&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 110&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, still no cabs or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;... the humidity was ridiculous  by 86&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street I was drenched and was only on schedule to be 15 minutes late for my rehearsal... But upon my arrival at 61st street I was only 10 minutes late and had a fun morning walk to school... Now I understand when my parents/grandparents talked about walking so far to school.... 90 blocks about 4 miles was all though... overall it was a fun time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1487512151605412142?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1487512151605412142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1487512151605412142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1487512151605412142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1487512151605412142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-as-new-yorker.html' title='Life as a New Yorker'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1455439205665017735</id><published>2007-07-18T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:23:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... so this morning I was up and ahead of schedule when I left the apartment, and I swear to you that the minute that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; out the door the heavens opened up.  So my 100 ft to the subway had me pretty wet already, but what I faced just down the stairs was something I have ever only had to do in a foreign country on missions. As I walked into the subway station I hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; sound of rushing water, and once down the first flight of stairs I see it, a lake right at the bottom of the only staircase to the downtown train and no way around.  I stood there pondering for a minute what might be in that lake based on the colors floating around on it's surface.  After watching a couple women in much dressier clothes than I venture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the foot to foot and a half deep lake I sucked it up and followed them, and said to myself... "Unique New York"  So now my feet are uncomfortably wet and I really hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1455439205665017735?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1455439205665017735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1455439205665017735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1455439205665017735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1455439205665017735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/soggy-shoes.html' title='Soggy Shoes'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7190070330854904711</id><published>2007-07-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:37:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good ol days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpA4LGRSE1I/AAAAAAAAADs/zR4u2w_IMKs/s1600-h/10-19+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recieved an email the other day requesting more photos of years gone by. So here are some memories of the good ol days of Leadership 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P- ... "Batcave Becky what's your 20?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BB- "..In the batcaves...we need to fit an abroller in one of these techboxes and we still need to count the Telegu tracts. Have you seen the box of groundlifts and where are all the spanish Journey Tapes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084628358249190258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpA6jWRSE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4v7iMI4Ddyg/s320/10-19+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we have to put these in techboxes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084629719753823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpA7ymRSE4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nUJuMOKVWjc/s320/10-19+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Techboxes done...tracts counted.. and I have to be at the caves to make sure the costumes are ready... a quick nap on "The Womb" will be ni...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084632017561326482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpA94WRSE5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IeI9CZx4PYQ/s320/10-19+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do we have fasting retreat tomorrow? I'm so tired... what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084636230924243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpBBtmRSE6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/UUNfSHm9P9k/s320/10-19+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TL's pic these up at 8 so all costumes must be ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084636991133455282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpBCZ2RSE7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_KHzZKhj29Y/s320/10-19+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Makin Spagetti at the Wilkerson's with Mitch's secret sauce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084637454989923266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpBC02RSE8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/NY43GzvwVto/s320/10-19+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Relaxation and sunburn after a loooong and rewarding summer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084637648263451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpBDAGRSE9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/UXIB_dr9Mk0/s320/10-19+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7190070330854904711?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7190070330854904711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7190070330854904711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7190070330854904711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7190070330854904711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-ol-days.html' title='The good ol days!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RpA6jWRSE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4v7iMI4Ddyg/s72-c/10-19+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-9047284654789181191</id><published>2007-07-04T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:36:25.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombarded by fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RoxKG2RSE0I/AAAAAAAAADk/2zZ1yZ0p8uA/s1600-h/fwks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083519560902120258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RoxKG2RSE0I/AAAAAAAAADk/2zZ1yZ0p8uA/s320/fwks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from having them every night of the week I have experienced a whole new fireworks extravaganza tonight from the comfort of my own living room.  As you can see I have 2 windows and  there was a period of time this evening when I was watching fireworks on NBC,   that there were fireworks also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visible&lt;/span&gt; outside of both windows!  It was quite the show! I'll be selling tickets next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-9047284654789181191?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/9047284654789181191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=9047284654789181191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9047284654789181191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9047284654789181191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/bombarded-by-fireworks.html' title='Bombarded by fireworks!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RoxKG2RSE0I/AAAAAAAAADk/2zZ1yZ0p8uA/s72-c/fwks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6692098402208203122</id><published>2007-07-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:35:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect way to celebrate the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RowNumRSEzI/AAAAAAAAADc/bjUoxh4qKek/s1600-h/yanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083453173592625970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RowNumRSEzI/AAAAAAAAADc/bjUoxh4qKek/s320/yanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my father were reading this post I know that he would argue with me between baseball and camping somewhere in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;north woods&lt;/span&gt;, being the perfect 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July mode of celebration.  But I would have to say that watching the Twins beat the Yankees today was a pretty good.  Fireworks are not in my plan since they are downtown at the Seaport where there will be a million people and since I live with fireworks going off every night in the street below my apartment I don't feel the need to see them this year.    I was thinking today about other 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July memories that I have, and other than many many camping stories I was recalling the summer of 95 when I was in San Salvador, El Salvador with Teen Mania.  We were invited to the American University in the city and they had a  big shindig complete with US Marines cooking beer brats!   I remember how patriotic I felt and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; it was to celebrate while being in another country.   And as for me today I have just been inspired by the smell of lighter fluid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt; that I am heading to the market to get me a steak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6692098402208203122?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6692098402208203122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6692098402208203122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6692098402208203122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6692098402208203122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfect-way-to-celebrate-4th.html' title='The perfect way to celebrate the 4th'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RowNumRSEzI/AAAAAAAAADc/bjUoxh4qKek/s72-c/yanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-710149167642390960</id><published>2007-07-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:18:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up in a war zone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was Friday morning at 5 am and I was sound asleep... until my subconscious was shaken by what sounded to me like some kind of explosion...the building shook and I heard what I thought was wood breaking. My eyes were open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; and my mind was racing to think through what it could be, when it happened 4 more times in quick succession. I jumped to my feet to look outside just as a firetruck pulled up. Within minutes there was lots of commotion on the street below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083159702772257554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RosC0WRSExI/AAAAAAAAADM/XuzJdaLQOK0/s320/manhole+covers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cause of the sound and shaking is seen in this picture that I took from my bedroom window.... can you find the open manhole?  Yes that was it... 5 manhole covers blew out and broke in the street.  It was nice to hear that was it, but I don't want to be awoken like that again!&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/36656337-710149167642390960?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/710149167642390960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=710149167642390960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/710149167642390960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/710149167642390960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/waking-up-in-war-zone.html' title='Waking up in a war zone!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RosC0WRSExI/AAAAAAAAADM/XuzJdaLQOK0/s72-c/manhole+covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7912118033220319742</id><published>2007-07-03T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:04:04.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But pardon gentles all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Ror_bWRSEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/mwvNyCAH6Ec/s1600-h/London+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083155974740644610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Ror_bWRSEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/mwvNyCAH6Ec/s320/London+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unraised&lt;/span&gt; spirits that hath dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object. I know it has taken me too long to post the update but it was a long time in coming. After all the drama of staying up to the wee hours memorizing my lines... I actually didn't get on the stage with it until today. Which was fantastic don't get me wrong. It really gave me the time to have the words in my body for a few days, so I didn't even have to worry about them. It went well, and it felt great!  It helped that I had been to the Globe so I was able to really picture the scene! It was so much fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7912118033220319742?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7912118033220319742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7912118033220319742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7912118033220319742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7912118033220319742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-pardon-gentles-all.html' title='But pardon gentles all...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Ror_bWRSEwI/AAAAAAAAADE/mwvNyCAH6Ec/s72-c/London+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6294568510314338104</id><published>2007-06-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:44:29.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O for a muse of fire...</title><content type='html'>that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.  O how I wished that I would have gone to more Voice and speech reviews last semester and listened to the 3rd semester students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; running this fantastic piece from Henry V.  Instead I grew wary of hearing the first 3 lines, and now here I am having had the piece for about 3 hours and now a mere 24 hours from my Globe Theatre debut.  Yes, we are to perform it as though we were in the Shakespeare's Globe theatre. Thanfully I was there just last year so it is fresh in my mind and I don't have to imagine what it would be like... now all I have to do is get the piece memorized and ready for performance.  Can we say... not sleeping tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6294568510314338104?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6294568510314338104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6294568510314338104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6294568510314338104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6294568510314338104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-for-muse-of-fire.html' title='O for a muse of fire...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8842864929294175756</id><published>2007-06-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:25:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the swing of things</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutly exhausting... but amazing at the same time.  I think I am going to love this semester.  Please someone remind me of this post when I write something about not seeing the end in sight and thinking I am drowning.  No I am not being a negitive person, that is the reality of the program.  All of a sudden everything comes crashing in and you think you can't breathe, but then out of nowhere you are thru and you have no idea what just happened.  Scary huh? I am going to attempt to maintain the blog better than before, so here's hoping.  I must get some sleep tomorrow is a full day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8842864929294175756?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8842864929294175756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8842864929294175756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8842864929294175756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8842864929294175756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Back in the swing of things'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6233071585571562370</id><published>2007-06-13T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:17:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing worship experience</title><content type='html'>So I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on vacation and I went to 722 last night... For those of you who don't know 722 is a service for young single adults... of which I am one of the older in the group, but whatever.  Being in NYC I have not yet found a church that I feel at home at. With classes and everything else my church attendance has been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt;, so last night it was  nice to be in a good service.  They played something from &lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.com/united/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;United's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; new CD and it it really hit home so I thought I'd share it with y'all.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AWYd8h0FAk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AWYd8h0FAk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6233071585571562370?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6233071585571562370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6233071585571562370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6233071585571562370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6233071585571562370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing-worship-experience.html' title='An amazing worship experience'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8852046438754672271</id><published>2007-06-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T05:59:45.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in Silence</title><content type='html'>I am on vacation and last night I laid down and realized that I almost couldn't sleep due to the silence. Last night though it was nice to lay down and not hear a siren, or fireworks, or cars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;, or people yelling in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; at all hours of the night.  I love NYC but I find that I need open spaces to regather my thoughts and breathe a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8852046438754672271?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8852046438754672271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8852046438754672271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8852046438754672271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8852046438754672271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeping-in-silence.html' title='Sleeping in Silence'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5818790609907413764</id><published>2007-06-10T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:46:36.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tony's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmzEXWRXo4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y-IjzZoB40g/s1600-h/t0000nl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074646785534174082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmzEXWRXo4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y-IjzZoB40g/s320/t0000nl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first year that I have ever watched the Tony's, and it was exciting now that I know so much more about Broadway.  The evening was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; though in that Spring Awakening seemed to dominate every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;.  We found ourselves cheering when someone would win that wasn't Spring Awakening which was pretty funny.  I think the best part was having my housemates and myself all glued to the TV and cheering... they are all musical theatre people so they knew lots more than me but I am learning and by the end of this year I am going to be singing and dancing all over the place!  Just wait and see:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-5818790609907413764?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5818790609907413764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5818790609907413764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5818790609907413764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5818790609907413764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/tonys.html' title='The Tony&apos;s'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmzEXWRXo4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y-IjzZoB40g/s72-c/t0000nl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7444074888630077186</id><published>2007-06-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:27:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah the good ol Batcaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmob_2RXo3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DsI7ZWNIJo/s1600-h/10-19+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073898713900360562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmob_2RXo3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DsI7ZWNIJo/s320/10-19+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some pics tonight and found this one, taken quite awhile ago... but it just made me smile to think of the memories created and lessons learned about work back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;batcaves&lt;/span&gt;!  I can't believe that I got my picture taken with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soundboxes&lt;/span&gt;, what was I thinking? But I do remember those things being something I was very particular about at that job and I wasn't letting anyone mistreat them!  Look at those shoes!  Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Texas red  dirt can't say I miss it at all!  Ah the memories... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7444074888630077186?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7444074888630077186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7444074888630077186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7444074888630077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7444074888630077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-good-ol-batcaves.html' title='Ah the good ol Batcaves'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmob_2RXo3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DsI7ZWNIJo/s72-c/10-19+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6230739019431908647</id><published>2007-06-07T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:56:06.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>This is the quote on my google homepage.... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist begin to change places.  - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27634.html"&gt;E. Joseph Crossman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6230739019431908647?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6230739019431908647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6230739019431908647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6230739019431908647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6230739019431908647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-537959652495370277</id><published>2007-06-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:50:08.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 is the perfect number!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was up blogging and surfing the net until 4 am and realized that I had to sleep a little at least. I woke up bright and chipper and hour and forty five minutes to see that I missed a 5 AM phone call from my little brother (you'll always be my little bro Nate! Love ya!) Anyway it was he and his wife singing happy birthday to me and my brand new niece Hayley born at 1:30 this morning! Here are a couple pics of the little girl I share my birthday with... She held on for like 9 or 10 days to be able to share today with me and be a member of the 7 club in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother- January 7&lt;br /&gt;My Biological Mother - July 7&lt;br /&gt;My adopted mother- April 7&lt;br /&gt;My adopted paternal grandfather - April 7&lt;br /&gt;Me- June 7&lt;br /&gt;Hayley - June 7&lt;br /&gt;and I'll add my sister Cherie on July 27 and my best friend Beck on June 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware that 7 is the perfect number right? I know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Comon&lt;/span&gt; P we want to see pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073504371478078290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmi1WGRXo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/jcV8aRtcqLE/s320/Hayley+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073504637766050658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmi1lmRXo2I/AAAAAAAAACs/F-Yw1FPXbZk/s320/Haily2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-537959652495370277?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/537959652495370277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=537959652495370277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/537959652495370277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/537959652495370277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/7-is-perfect-number.html' title='7 is the perfect number!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rmi1WGRXo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/jcV8aRtcqLE/s72-c/Hayley+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1867305504862773052</id><published>2007-06-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:53:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmelZGRXozI/AAAAAAAAACA/wOJ7djreP1o/s1600-h/Bday+early+morn+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073205355854930738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmelZGRXozI/AAAAAAAAACA/wOJ7djreP1o/s320/Bday+early+morn+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what the heck I was thinking but I wanted to post something this morning just random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sillyness&lt;/span&gt;, I guess, so here it is. Maybe it's me not being able to sleep because I want to have some deep thoughts about being another year older or maybe I have actually reached my peak in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maturity&lt;/span&gt; and am on the downward slope.  I'm sure there are people in my classes that would actually appreciate a less "mature" me... whatever the case I am happy tonight... yet on the verge of tears... but I think that's only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have been amazingly blessed in my life and every year that goes by I can look and see more reminders of God's faithfulness to me in everything I do, and on those days I think I want to give up, my next step gets it's momentum from the storehouse of memories pushing me on toward my hearts dream!  So what I planned to be a  silly post got a little deeper... what can I say I'm an actor emotions are my art :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1867305504862773052?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1867305504862773052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1867305504862773052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1867305504862773052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1867305504862773052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-ask.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmelZGRXozI/AAAAAAAAACA/wOJ7djreP1o/s72-c/Bday+early+morn+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2241627813507284189</id><published>2007-06-05T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:10:05.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted a Latte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmVrIGRXoyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XUfWLYqchxU/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072578342169322274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmVrIGRXoyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XUfWLYqchxU/s320/NYC+Christmas+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was on my way out of Starbucks with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Venti&lt;/span&gt; Latte (one of my greatest weaknesses),  and like I do every time I turned over the cup to read  "The Way I See it".  Now it is not recommended to read and walk... it is much like reading and driving.. but when you are walking it seems to be worse because you feel less responsible for the lives of others, at least that's the case for me... anyway I am walking up Broadway and reading this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;, yet slightly odd, thought on the back of my cup and as I am in the middle of crossing the street.. which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was reading I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; aware I was crossing without the walking man's permission... a car honks, I read who wrote the opinion, and for a split second I get stuck in the middle of the street... car coming... and my brain trying to get around the fact that I actually know the person with the opinion...  Not as a close friend by any means... but I have some rather funny memories of my best friend and I sitting in his church trying to figure out his new theology.. but when the contact cards came around we made up completely bogus names so as not to get junk mail.  Why didn't we just not fill them out.. I have no idea.  So since you are reading this I lived to blog another day... and learned not to read and walk!&lt;br /&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/36656337-2241627813507284189?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2241627813507284189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2241627813507284189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2241627813507284189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2241627813507284189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-wanted-latte.html' title='I just wanted a Latte'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmVrIGRXoyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XUfWLYqchxU/s72-c/NYC+Christmas+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8924833127853750862</id><published>2007-06-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:59:11.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what's for dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmIsdS4AVuI/AAAAAAAAABw/OMqzBO12wkA/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071665012167169762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmIsdS4AVuI/AAAAAAAAABw/OMqzBO12wkA/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been at Mitch's house today catching up on my blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; movies.  And he made dinner tonight out of the things he found in his New York artist cupboards... which I must say are better than mine ( I only have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt;)  So he comes in and hands me his newest kitchen creation.. I'm not sure what it is called... but it's really good! Anyone want to take a stab at a name?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8924833127853750862?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8924833127853750862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8924833127853750862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8924833127853750862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8924833127853750862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='It&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmIsdS4AVuI/AAAAAAAAABw/OMqzBO12wkA/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-9163243071534769779</id><published>2007-06-02T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:37:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baljam.com/2005/jpg/atlanta_skyline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.baljam.com/2005/jpg/atlanta_skyline1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to see how long it takes to get some comments from my friends in GA about their complete excitement that I will be coming to the ATL area for a week next week(the 11th) to get some much needed rest and relaxation and an escape from the city. Not that I am fishing for comments or anytihng i just want to see how news travels!... If I get nothing I will call of course... just thought this would be something fun and potentially exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-9163243071534769779?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/9163243071534769779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=9163243071534769779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9163243071534769779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/9163243071534769779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2674147727016228723</id><published>2007-06-01T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:32:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last Ikea trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmG9Ky4AVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/K4P14XZk0LU/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071542648548906642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmG9Ky4AVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/K4P14XZk0LU/s320/NYC+Christmas+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you live in the city it's very interesting to get furniture I have learned. Especially when you are cheap (or just a money conscious student) and don't want to pay to have it delivered. So a week or so ago I found the futon/bed that I thought would work both for my budget and in my 8x8 space I had to work with. So i trekked out to Ikea in Jersey, I saw the Lincoln tunnel for the first time and I really didn't like it... maybe it was because I was in a bus and not driving, but I was feeling very claustrophobic. Once there I was told that the bus back over the GW Bridge was quicker to get back to my part of the city. Excited I got on and made it back to the city with my Futon Mattress in Tow only to find the blasted A train closed from the bridge so It's 10 at night and I hiked with my matress on my shoulder 1o blocks to the next subway station. My last trip went much more smoothly and here are some pics of me and the final result of all my hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071613863401641682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmH98C4AVtI/AAAAAAAAABo/7F_6w2cj18g/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHDqy4AVqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aw51_pTdFeM/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071549795374487202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHDqy4AVqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aw51_pTdFeM/s320/NYC+Christmas+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHD7i4AVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/mSAgMubb6xw/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071550083137296050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHD7i4AVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/mSAgMubb6xw/s320/NYC+Christmas+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHD7i4AVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/mSAgMubb6xw/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071550542698796738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHEWS4AVsI/AAAAAAAAABg/pwFrtxcVQ5s/s320/NYC+Christmas+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmHD7i4AVrI/AAAAAAAAABY/mSAgMubb6xw/s1600-h/NYC+Christmas+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/36656337-2674147727016228723?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2674147727016228723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2674147727016228723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2674147727016228723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2674147727016228723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-last-ikea-trip.html' title='My last Ikea trip!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RmG9Ky4AVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/K4P14XZk0LU/s72-c/NYC+Christmas+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-1254817192363906300</id><published>2007-05-29T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:35:36.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>... and yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only about 3 subway trips from completing my move to the new apartment, but I have come to my point of "I don't wanna do any more".  Have you ever been there?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Upon&lt;/span&gt; my last return to the dorm I realized that the wheel was about to disassociate with my suitcase... thus leave me to make more trips with my backpack and small suitcase.. maybe I'm whining... sorry if I am it's just been a long process and I am ready to be there.  Tomorrow is the day though and I will post with pics of the new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-1254817192363906300?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/1254817192363906300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=1254817192363906300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1254817192363906300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/1254817192363906300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2250559027167778769</id><published>2007-05-28T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:35:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A memorial to my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RluapC4AVoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpzw88vj0g0/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069815835472713346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RluapC4AVoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpzw88vj0g0/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather passed away this past March and I have been wanting to blog about how amazing he was for some time so I thought Memorial Day would be appropriate.  Lawrence J. Stewart my hero for  many different reasons throughout my life.  As a little girl I lived with him and my grandmother until I was 7 and I have the fondest memories of snow angels and being pulled around the yard in the sled... I actually can remember his one piece snowsuit with the little belt and his hunter orange headband.   In my teens it was his constant praise of my driving...my grandmother does most of the driving so he was always so appreciative of a good driver :)  As an adult... there was time when I was in college that he would write letters and I feel sad that I don't have them anymore... but he was always so communicative of his love and desire to do whatever I needed.  Looking back I think it was his only outlet to communicate effectively to me at the time.  He was later diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-traumatic_stress_disorder"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which he had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;battling&lt;/span&gt; most of his life after WWII.  My favorite memory of him would have to be when I was making my move to Atlanta from Tulsa after college and I was kinda freaking out about the move and I was talking to him on the phone and it was like he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; a different person for a moment and said.. " Never say goodbye to people Priscilla, just say see you later."  It was like this deep wisdom and I think the only really deep thing he ever said to me but it was the one thing that i will never ever forget as long as I live.   My grandfather went to war &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he wanted to to protect his family and defend his country... he had an option to say and farm with his brother in law... wanted badly to make his life count for something and for that he is my hero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-2250559027167778769?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2250559027167778769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2250559027167778769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2250559027167778769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2250559027167778769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-to-my-hero.html' title='A memorial to my hero'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RluapC4AVoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpzw88vj0g0/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-8799070382219656234</id><published>2007-05-22T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:27:10.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am planning ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RlOmcC4AVmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kd_Jdde1qrc/s1600-h/new_stadium_052207_330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067577006460261986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RlOmcC4AVmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kd_Jdde1qrc/s320/new_stadium_052207_330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.... can you believe it? I have my &lt;a href="http://www.dallascowboys.com/news.cfm?id=B4F2408B-E56F-5F4B-DAB3644206D02A55"&gt;Feb 6, 2011&lt;/a&gt; Super Bowl plans already in the works... becuase today was the big announcement..... The new Cowboys stadium will be housing the Super Bowl! Now if we could only guarantee that we will also be playing in that game as well... I'll start fasting once a week beginning now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-8799070382219656234?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/8799070382219656234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=8799070382219656234&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8799070382219656234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/8799070382219656234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-planning-ahead.html' title='I am planning ahead!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RlOmcC4AVmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kd_Jdde1qrc/s72-c/new_stadium_052207_330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5581695160119379420</id><published>2007-05-20T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:39:56.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post should be read as though I was whispering...</title><content type='html'>Well this week has been quite interesting in that on Wednesday morning I woke up to find that my body had decided to have it's annual allergy fit and I had absolutely no voice. My intone was in the lowest bass register immaginable, so low in my chest it was scary! I'm not sure what note it would have been but it was loooowwwww. I proceeded to go to all my classes and not try to talk if I didn't have to. But my speech class was a disaster.  You can't speak Shakespere in that condition. So since Wednesday my allergies have adjusted daily I still have a raspy voice and only speak when necessary... now it's a horrible cough and the stuffiest nose, but finals begin tomorrow so this should be interresting when it comes to performances and all my characters have become men :) This is however convenient for tomorrows Angels in America presentation where I play Louis. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-5581695160119379420?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5581695160119379420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5581695160119379420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5581695160119379420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5581695160119379420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-post-should-be-read-as-though-i.html' title='This post should be read as though I was whispering...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7452388692546479003</id><published>2007-05-18T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:48:57.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Demos finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rk6dzi4AVlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/siRk7PrBkYM/s1600-h/cline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rk6dzi4AVlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/siRk7PrBkYM/s320/cline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066160139698984530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... almost! We just saw our final demo schedule today and it's a crazy one. Jam packed Tuesday and Wednesday but after that life will slow a bit. The only one that I am really dreading is our 5 1/2 hour dance demo! Can you believe it? What takes five hours? I have no idea other that the head of the dance department loves to talk and wow is he ever a character... sadly more irritating than funny. So think of me Wednesday afternoon and say a prayer if you think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7452388692546479003?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7452388692546479003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7452388692546479003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7452388692546479003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7452388692546479003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-demos-finally.html' title='Final Demos finally!!!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/Rk6dzi4AVlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/siRk7PrBkYM/s72-c/cline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3404027837893610451</id><published>2007-05-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:10:30.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and running...</title><content type='html'>That was me this morning at 9:17! After a long evening of Character and Scene Analysis and trying again to work through my personal blocks.. I guess I was exhausted enough to sleep in until 9:17 for my 9:30 class!  I am at school though.. made it by 9:26!  That was after the 10 block sprint.  I have on 2 differnet socks and my bra was so twisted I don't know how it was even doing it's job... but I made it and that is the important thing!  It is however not suggested to break into a sprint a minute or two after waking up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3404027837893610451?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3404027837893610451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3404027837893610451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3404027837893610451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3404027837893610451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-and-running.html' title='Up and running...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-3208360584263812865</id><published>2007-05-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:28:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I win!!!</title><content type='html'>NO.. not an oscar... yet... but I was looking over my blog this morning and see that I have made more posts in the Month of May so far than I have ever made in a month since beginning this blog.  Which I understand is sad, but the good news is I seem to be catching on and getting better!  Keep checkin in on me every once in awhile... Who knows what you might find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-3208360584263812865?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/3208360584263812865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=3208360584263812865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3208360584263812865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/3208360584263812865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-win.html' title='I win!!!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-7767798064916143254</id><published>2007-05-08T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:15:15.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The exsistance of God at a late night Mac attack</title><content type='html'>I love that the Mac store in NYC is open all night, and that you can play on the computers!  I was out walking and memorizing my monologue for film class (from The Abyss if anyone was curious) while walking around Times Square tonight and thought that I would meander over here and post something quick.  I love this computer it is a Mac Book Pro at a whopping $2700 that I can not afford but I can come here and play any time I want and the middle of the night is the best time, but there are quite a few people here.  Anyway  life is great I have one full week of classes before final demos AHHHHHH..   This has been a long and very emotional semester for me. Lots of personal discovery in so many areas of my life that I am not even the same person I was when the semeser began in February.  I still pinch myself regualry when I am walking around the city bacuase I can't believe how amazing God has been all throughout my life'sjourney.  It was funny last week in my Acting Technique class the teacher said that none of us can 100% believe in God... or whoever we believe in... it was just a statement and not presented as a discussion topic, but it made me think about how I felt, and I came to this conclusion... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be alive were it not for God.  That alone is a big enough one for me.  I am breathing today becuase God protected me in my mother's womb!   For those of you that know me you know I could write forever on the topic of my life, but please no one comment that I should write a book... I know I know...   Back to the 100% belief  topic... yes I have those occasional thoughts, especially when Christians behave ignorantly,  like "what if we are all wrong"   But at the end of the day when I am still breathing and I can look back through my entire life and say....I Believe not 95 % not 99.9%  but 100% that God is real it all comes down to Faith!  God draws us to himself but we must have faith to believe He is real and then as we journey along in our "faith walk" for lack of a better term, He proves himself real... sometimes obviously, and sometimes we just know but for me the exsistance of God is an undenialble truth in my life.  And that is that!  Ok I have a long walk back home tonight but this was great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-7767798064916143254?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/7767798064916143254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=7767798064916143254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7767798064916143254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/7767798064916143254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/exsistance-of-god-at-allate-night-mac.html' title='The exsistance of God at a late night Mac attack'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-6145297148162843797</id><published>2007-05-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:10:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on up!</title><content type='html'>No... not to the  East Side... I am on my way uptown to 157th street!  It is in the bourough of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington_Heights%2C_Manhattan"&gt;Washington Heights&lt;/a&gt; I went uptown today with two of my four roomates to clean the apartment before we all start moving in next week.  It is so cool... It will actually be like a home!  I'm so excited.  I have a month to get everything up there so I can take my time.  Other than that my life remains very intensely on the school, rehearsals, memorizing, and working vein... but June 1 I get a nice 3 week break so that is coming sooner than I feel it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-6145297148162843797?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/6145297148162843797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=6145297148162843797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6145297148162843797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/6145297148162843797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin on up!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2187805292424080369</id><published>2007-05-02T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:17:52.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever [Art]</title><content type='html'>Please check out my friend's new photo blog &lt;a href="http://cleverart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clever [Art]&lt;/a&gt; and share it with all your friends. He is a great photograpther! It's a very new blog but I love it already.. he has an amazing ability to capture things and sometimes put words to them and other times let you decide for yourself what they mean to you. So check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-2187805292424080369?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2187805292424080369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2187805292424080369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2187805292424080369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2187805292424080369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/05/httphotmail.html' title='Clever [Art]'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2371926831576497963</id><published>2007-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:23:25.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk or get off the sidewalk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/95052512_4ad6bde1b7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/95052512_4ad6bde1b7.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyc.gov/html/dot/gif/motorist/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.. so this is something that has been occupying my mind occationally as I make my way to and from school on foot each and every day.... I think people walk the same way that they drive. It first came to my attention when I was desperately trying to get past a meandering weaver, who is someone that seemingly has no place to go, but is out walking down the center of the sidewalk and as soon as you think you have a space to get by... they wander over to that side and because they are in the middle the slightest movement leaves you behind them.. dancing like a boxer from one foot to the other to see where they are headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... when I walk I am going somewhere at a nice clip... I attibute this to my friend Becky who would leave me covered in East Texas Red Dirt(a whole other topic) as I practically ran to keep up to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward 10 years and here I am in NYC and I have places to go rehearsals to get to and MW is in my way... what do I do??? I rage! I turn into some type of human car and walk like I drive... desperatly trying to pass only on the left to the point that I stay behind even when there is space on the right... once I notice there is space and I have that inner dialog conversation to step on the gas I fly past the MW and weave in and out of foot traffic for 100 yards and then... (&lt;em&gt;screeching Nike's)... &lt;/em&gt;Crosswalk with the hand(the pedestrian's red light)... and cars whizzing by.... Oh how I miss driving :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the moral of this weird blabbering post? You are not a car... just relax get where you are going and do try to avoid getting sidewalk rage... What an interresting idea I'll have to try that on the way home!&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/36656337-2371926831576497963?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2371926831576497963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2371926831576497963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2371926831576497963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2371926831576497963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/04/walk-or-get-off-sidewalk.html' title='Walk or get off the sidewalk!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4551644257019969004</id><published>2007-03-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:49:14.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A relaxing start to my week? HA!</title><content type='html'>Most people wake up Monday morning ready to go for the week and I do my best to be prepared for my Mondays because I have classes from 8-6!  But this Sunday night,  at Barnes and Noble in Lincoln Square, desperatly trying to read the play for my Technique class,  something overtook me and I thought " I need coffee to be able to finish this tonight." Not looking at the clock(10:30pm) I downed a Venti coffee,  finished the play and returned home around midnight.  As I laid down to sleep  the coffee kicked in and while trying periodically to sleep,  I ended up  reading the entire play Angels in America, watching An American in Paris, playiong 3 games of Soduku, and actually cooking breakfast before leaving for class at 7:30.  Being a little tired, but doing ok I climbed the 3 flights of stairs to class and sat down on the floor, ready for morning warm up... and all of  a sudden...  the instructor yells at the top of his lungs... "Lay the F*#$ down I am not your F*#$ baby sitter....  Lay down and relax"  Now you have never seen 50 people get flat on the floor so fast in your life... and relaxation was the furthest thing from any of our minds for the next 30 minutes as he lectured us about how we need to be doing these warm ups daily if we want to be professional dancers... which I don't remember signing up for...    And the moral of the story...... Always look at the clock when thinking about coffee after dark:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-4551644257019969004?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4551644257019969004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4551644257019969004&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4551644257019969004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4551644257019969004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/03/relaxing-start-to-my-week-ha.html' title='A relaxing start to my week? HA!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-4034132034985103582</id><published>2007-03-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:21:25.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard the new theological discovery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RfTNSPDVLyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugHiJBLw8k4/s1600-h/St.+Patricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040879596096270114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RfTNSPDVLyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugHiJBLw8k4/s320/St.+Patricks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... there is something new that we have all been missing in our Bibles friends and I have learned about this on the streets of NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight while walking up Broadway, 2 girls from the Elohim Academy ( at least that's what I thought they said) walked straight up to me and asked, " Do you study the Bible?"  Being a bit taken back by this strange way of starting a conversation... but intrigued by what would ensue I answered," Yes I do."  They went on to ask if I had ever heard about the feminine God.  I guess I didn't hide my disagreement well becuase they started laughing and told me that so far every Chiristian that they had talked to responded in very much the same way.  I asked them where this is mentioned "everywhere" in the Bible and they metioned Gen1:26 for starters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 "Then God said, "Let us make man in our image,  in &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;  likeness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I brought up the Trinity and they countered with verse 27.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 "So God created man in his own image,  in the image of God he created him; male and &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt; he created them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointing out that he mentioned female...  if I didn't have somewhere to be I would have loved to have that conversation and pick their brains about this, in my opinion, off the wall idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a little bit about the interresting people you meet on the streets of NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my life is amazing!  I have nothing to complain about and I love what I am doing.  Being in this city is so much fun, and educational with every step you take.  Just walking to school or riding the subway, I am given something to ponder; whether it is a belief I have that's being challenged or a new idea being introduced... nearly everything I see or hear changes my view on the world and I absolutly love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-4034132034985103582?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/4034132034985103582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=4034132034985103582&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4034132034985103582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/4034132034985103582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-heard-new-theological.html' title='Have you heard the new theological discovery?'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/RfTNSPDVLyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ugHiJBLw8k4/s72-c/St.+Patricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-2970081728572758586</id><published>2007-02-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:07:21.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six hours of Oscar Bliss Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/ReIWRKd-27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FxNQMqNMPC8/s1600-h/statuette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035611817477331890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/ReIWRKd-27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FxNQMqNMPC8/s320/statuette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Hours of E! has already begun! and I have learned about the necessity of Spanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! will be followed by an hour of The remarkable Barbara Walters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the 79th Annual Academy Awards will be underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another Oscar night and the day has been the perfect day for me and Oscar.... for an at home viewer of course... when I am actually a participant... the sleeping in and laying around will not be a luxury... such a small sacrifice to be a part of such an amazing event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... 1Million dollar Harry Winston necklace.... Sorry...... that is a beautiful necklace....&lt;br /&gt;I'd be terrified to lose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am all set up in my friends Upper West Side apartment manning the VCR, I have my NY Pizza, my Mich Ulta and my Chips Ahoy.... now that I think about it those Spanx might be necessary after tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my pics for tonights Oscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leading Actor:&lt;/strong&gt; Peter O Toole (This is his 8th nomination and in 2003 he was given an honorary Oscar... but how great to see him get one this year for Venus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supporting Actor:&lt;/strong&gt; Eddie Murphy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leading Actress: &lt;/strong&gt;Helen Mirren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supporting Actress:&lt;/strong&gt;Adrianna Barraza.. but Jennifer Hudson was amazing so it's a toss up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Director: &lt;/strong&gt;Scorsese for The Departed 7 nominations is enough.... it's time for a win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Picture:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to go with Babel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the complete list but so as not to bore my readers I keep the rest of my ballot to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am off to watch the rest of the show.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-2970081728572758586?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/2970081728572758586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=2970081728572758586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2970081728572758586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/2970081728572758586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/02/six-hours-of-oscar-bliss-begins.html' title='Six hours of Oscar Bliss Begins...'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/ReIWRKd-27I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FxNQMqNMPC8/s72-c/statuette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-5460255856246198854</id><published>2007-02-05T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:33:35.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more Day!</title><content type='html'>ONE.... singular sensation....  (AHHHHHHH) all that dance and movement rehersal just took over my brain for a moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is true I am one day (1 monologue and a 4.5 hour dance final)  away from completing my first semester at AMDA!   It's been a fantastic semester, but I am exhausted and very excited to be able to take a nap, catch up on my books, movies (I already have 5 from the library just waiting for me), plays, oh yea and laundry!  And my blogging of course.  I hope to be able to post daily on my break for those of you who still check to see if I will EVER write anything :)   I promise I will...  but until Firday when all classes are finished and I am all moved into my new room you will all have to wait...  I am sure with bated breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios off I go into the FREEZING cold to watch my classmates perform thier Stage Combat fight at Fight Night...  sounds cool huh?  IT ROCKS!  I'll have to let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-5460255856246198854?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/5460255856246198854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=5460255856246198854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5460255856246198854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/5460255856246198854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-more-day.html' title='One more Day!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-117027206109946478</id><published>2007-01-31T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:39:15.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the semester non-sensical ramblings</title><content type='html'>Yes I am alive and I know I have been a horrible blogger. I had no idea what going to school at 28 would be like, but I have learned.... It's not at ALL like 18! I look back and have absolutely no clue how I lived and worked the way I did back then. I spent most of my 18th summer with 2-3 hours of sleep a night! And no that is not because I was out living the "wild" life... well, I guess I spent alot of that time in a place we lovingly called the batcave and bats are... wild... so whatever ! Maybe they were wild times... anyway I digress. It's intriguing to look back to where I was 10 years and where I am now simply in environment (physical and spiritual). They are so 180 degrees different. Yet if I wouldn't have spent that crazy year in Texas I would not be in unique New York today! The other night was a reminder to me as well of the journey that I have been on these last 10 years , and where I have come from. I went to dinner with some friends to celebrate my friend Mitch Stout's Birthday, and all of us sitting around the table had the common bond of Teen Mania/ORU, and we have all branched out and followed the dreams and goals that God planted or grew in us at those places. It meant a lot more to me in that respect because I live day to day with very little Jesus around me... I have been excited to be a "light in the dark", but have always lived in a church bubble, and this adventure is challenging me in so many ways.. of course in my acting, but so much in my faith and how I live my life to the glory of God. I am learing new things about me and my relationship with God all the time and well... it's hard sometimes but the journey of faith... I wouldn't trade it for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-117027206109946478?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/117027206109946478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=117027206109946478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/117027206109946478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/117027206109946478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-semester-non-sensical-ramblings.html' title='End of the semester non-sensical ramblings'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116434494329221653</id><published>2006-11-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:10:43.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks in the City</title><content type='html'>This year I decided that I was going to experience a NYC Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday began last night on my walk up Columbus Avenue after class. The temp had dropped quite drastically since I had left that morning so I, being a tad underdressed was hurrying home until I happened upon a sight that I couldn't pass up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/124878/ronald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/320/527490/ronald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/847274/scooby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/275639/flatbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/320/90005/flatbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic Balloons! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79th and 81st streets were closed for the evening to accomodate the enormous task of inflating the balloons and it's a huge attraction with kids running everywhere and media swarming around getting B-roll and interviews all over the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran home to get my camera and when I returned to 81st street the balloons had taken shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/882582/Pics%2011-23-06%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/320/106504/Pics%2011-23-06%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so this morning, to fulfill my NYC Thanksgiving, I was standing at 71st and Central Park West at 6AM! All bundled up and ready for the 3 hour wait. A memory not soon forgotten.(partially because I am still drying out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/840186/Parade%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/320/724135/Parade%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/1600/304193/Parade%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7707/360/320/361353/Parade%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stuck it out, and the parade was so fun, but an hour in the downpour began, the camera was put away,...and after only15 minutes of praying the rain would stop...I, completly waterlogged and FREEZING acknowledged wisdom. (was I deaf at 6AM?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went home, dried off, watched the rest of the parade, had some turkey, and watched my Cowboys beat the Buccs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall I would say it was a fantastic day and a successful NYC Thanksgiving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116434494329221653?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116434494329221653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116434494329221653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116434494329221653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116434494329221653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-in-city.html' title='Thanks in the City'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116365535003447471</id><published>2006-11-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:37:08.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>Emmitt Smith, the greatest running back ever... and my all-time favorite... is now the reigning "Dancing With the Stars" champion. There was never a doubt in my mind he'd come out on top! I learned how to play football watching him so hopefully his good dancing will help me with my Jazz class now too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/emmitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/emmitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/33431486-d1c4-488a-a228-846e3a80f55f_sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116365535003447471?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116365535003447471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116365535003447471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116365535003447471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116365535003447471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/11/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116365167638494517</id><published>2006-11-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:44:08.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not in Kansas anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/DSC_0068.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/DSC_0068.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... and the simplicity of removing old funiture from one's apartment is long gone! My friend Mitch and I discoverd this a couple weeks ago as we sat looking at the skankiest sofabed ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/DSC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/DSC_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no way in hell&lt;br /&gt;Mitch or I would ever sit on "skanky couch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist my inner child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We succombed to defeat almost immediatly after getting to the door and decided demolition was the only option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we found inside.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An organized demolition and four trips up the block and "skanky" was finally out and in its proper place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/trash.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy memory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116365167638494517?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116365167638494517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116365167638494517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116365167638494517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116365167638494517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='You&apos;re not in Kansas anymore!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116215214657503098</id><published>2006-10-29T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:02:26.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marine Corps Marathon Heros!</title><content type='html'>Today two of my close friends Becky and Tina ran the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington DC! 26.2 miles around our National Monuments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/Beek%20and%20T%20marathon%20train.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/Beek%20and%20T%20marathon%20train.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Becky and Tina in NYC in June&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wanted to be there to cheer them on...so this morning as I logged on to find out any details possible I was elated to learn that I could track their every step along the way.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing! They finished in 5 Hours and 25 Minutes! I am so proud of both of them and can't wait to hear all about their experience. They have been an example to me of the rewards of dedication and perserverance! Thank you both.. so when is the next marathon? NYC next year? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116215214657503098?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116215214657503098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116215214657503098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116215214657503098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116215214657503098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-marine-corps-marathon-heros.html' title='My Marine Corps Marathon Heros!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116214773461777174</id><published>2006-10-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:17:06.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic NYC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/Spirrit%20of%20NY.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/Spirrit%20of%20NY.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;New York City has so many beautiful things to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you ever get the chance to take the Spirit Dinner Cruise around Manhattan on &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Spirit of New York &lt;/em&gt;(pictured above),&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;trongly recommend it. The view of the city was fantastic, and the sunset was beautiful!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some pictures that I took on my cell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/Brooklyn%20Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/Brooklyn%20Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Brooklyn Bridge at Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/1600/Lady%20Liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/360/320/Lady%20Liberty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lady Liberty shining brightly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116214773461777174?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116214773461777174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116214773461777174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116214773461777174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116214773461777174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/10/fantastic-nyc.html' title='Fantastic NYC!'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36656337.post-116189229306600178</id><published>2006-10-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:51:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Begin???</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I'd like to say that life has slown (is that a word) down a bit and that I have all the time in the world to get this blog up and running.. but it's the baby steps isn't it? Well anyway, I am finally getting settled into life as a New Yorker, and what an amazing life it is. School is amazing. It is all I could have hoped for and more! I am living my dream! AHHHHHHH (said like the Annie Banks in Father of the Bride, when she tells her father that she is getting married).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... pardon me as I vent for a minute... I am currently in a computer lab writing this and God Bless them, but the Musical Theatre majors who feel the need to let us in on their personal rehersal while in the computer lab.. not just one.. but 3 people are singing different songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... whew.. I feel much better now. Well... I have some pictures to post when I can get them off my phone and I will work on that this weekend. That's all folks... and Prissi's blog is officially underway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36656337-116189229306600178?l=actinprissi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/feeds/116189229306600178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36656337&amp;postID=116189229306600178&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116189229306600178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36656337/posts/default/116189229306600178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://actinprissi.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to Begin???'/><author><name>Priscilla (also credited as Prissi or Cilla)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999988673150186794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJTlzeathxE/STYKFFIo3OI/AAAAAAAAAYg/A2NAs3V7NsE/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
