<?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-4322151336996820489</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:09:27.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?...REALLY?!</title><subtitle type='html'>It's what goes on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-6811007724822284896</id><published>2009-02-19T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:24:45.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have ever driven in Jersey....</title><content type='html'>Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videos.nj.com/star-ledger/2009/01/ledger_live_lingering_in_the_l.html"&gt;http://videos.nj.com/star-ledger/2009/01/ledger_live_lingering_in_the_l.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll obviously be buying my decal before boating season.  Hhhaaaate left-lane-lingerers on the Parkway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4322151336996820489-6811007724822284896?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/6811007724822284896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=6811007724822284896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/6811007724822284896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/6811007724822284896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-have-ever-driven-in-jersey.html' title='If you have ever driven in Jersey....'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-2681444091161967122</id><published>2009-02-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:51:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone really care?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SZCFk2JdV-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GR0foVpLnxI/s1600-h/Phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300883629472045026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SZCFk2JdV-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GR0foVpLnxI/s320/Phelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a huge fan of drugs, I never really have been.  But I have to say this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoooole&lt;/span&gt; Michael Phelps-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marijuana&lt;/span&gt; thing has gone a bit too far.  Does anyone really care?!  He won HOW many gold medals?  The man is a fish!  And honestly - you can't even REALLY tell it's him in this photo.  Stupid, stupid....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stoooopid&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not like he's pictured doing black-tar heroin.  Leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phelpsie&lt;/span&gt; alone!  Plus, I'm pretty sure that there are other important things going on in the world like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; I don't know like the democrats in our House and Senate spending over $800 billion dollars on weatherizing modest-income homes, high-speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to rural and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;under served&lt;/span&gt; areas and water projects.  WATER PROJECTS?  ...what does that even mean??  Or even that Chris Brown beating the crap out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;...if you're desperate enough for breaking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole point is, I just don't understand stuff like this.  I mean.. I get it, but no one really cares - so riddle me this, why make a huge deal out of nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4322151336996820489-2681444091161967122?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/2681444091161967122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=2681444091161967122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/2681444091161967122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/2681444091161967122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-anyone-really-care.html' title='Does anyone really care?!'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SZCFk2JdV-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GR0foVpLnxI/s72-c/Phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-4746136512160497414</id><published>2009-02-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:58:44.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(42) Things</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie, I've seen the "25 things" floating around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and I've been dying to do one.  I have not been tagged yet - but I wanted to do my own.  25 things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; turned into 42..  so here goes....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My middle name is Marie - after my Nonna's sister, Marie.  I never met her, she died pretty young of cancer but apparently she was a fantastic lady.  I say this only because she raised my Nonna and she is one of a kind, I love her more than she'd ever guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I've had two 'psychics' tell me that I'm psychic on two different occasions.  I'd definitely doubt it if I haven't experienced the things that I have.  It's terrifying but exciting at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I feel like I connect with dogs more than people, for some reason I can read them so clearly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When I was little I wanted to be a dolphin trainer, I wish I followed my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I sprained my two of my fingers, on separate occasions.  Both incidents involved me laying on the couch, I find that embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  It really pisses me off that the only guys who show any interest in me always have girlfriends or are 'involved'.  It's so frustrating, heartbreaking and lame.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I love having fake nails and tanning - even though both are horrible for you and cost way too much.  I'm pale and do my own nails.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I was a bully in elementary school - I'm sorry if I ever made you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I feel like I'm selling out when I buy things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and Starbucks - but I do it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Some of the best weekends of my life involve skiing - even though skiing was never the highlight of those weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Raf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roberti&lt;/span&gt; is probably the best guy I know.  Hands down.  (There are many others that are tied for second).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love that no matter where I go, or what I do - Summit always feels like home and East Summit kids always feel like family, and even though I never see them or talk to them, I'd have to say I feel that way specifically about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DelleDonne's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Jenna was my first friend in school - we met on the swings on the first day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kindergarden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I feel at peace when I'm by the water.  I hope to live closer to it one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Listening to Third Eye Blind and Bruce is a religious experience for me.  Slow Motion by Third Eye Blind is devastatingly excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I'm catholic - but I question a lot of what I've learned in the years that I've followed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. "Train Wreck" doesn't even begin to describe my childhood.  But I strongly believe that if it wasn't for going through it, I wouldn't be as excellent as I am today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I was clinically depressed about two years ago.  I learned so many things since then and have grown into something I've never thought I could be.  I am still 'recovering', I think I always will be.  I would share my story with anyone who asks - but I would never just offer it up myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I wear a silver bracelet that reads, "believe" on my right wrist.  It's there for when I need it, it's become my mantra - however, I still have yet to define what it actually means.  Regardless, I think it's worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Toll House Cookie Pie is my favorite desert.  I haven't had it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I hate people that rip on people from New Jersey, it's all stereotypes and I don't fall into any of them - so I think I have a right to be annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I have the utmost respect for people who have served in the military.  I almost found myself in the military at one point - life would be so different if I actually followed through with that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Considering my stance on animal cruelty and rights, I should probably be a vegetarian - I don't even consider that a possibility.  So I'm a huge hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Deadliest Catch is my favorite show on television.  The Northwestern is my favorite boat and Edgar is my favorite deckhand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I often compromise my happiness for the happiness of others.  I've consciously stopped doing that as much - I think it's finally my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I obsess over things, constantly...but, I used to be a lot worse...if that's even possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. When I was little I had a yellow parakeet named Cecelia after the Simon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Garfunkle&lt;/span&gt; song, that's just a small indication of how much of a role music has always played in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I will genuinely miss going to Lake George this August, and that makes me very sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I have no tolerance for bad friends, even though there are definitely times that I'm not a good friend myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. My mom used to have the worst time getting me out of bed as a kid, if you're ever lucky enough maybe she'll tell you the stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I hate Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Corzine&lt;/span&gt;, I think he's an idiot, and if you vote for him I'll never speak to you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I'll be voting for Chris Christie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. I secretly wish for someone to send me flowers (from our shop, for quality assurance).  But, I realize that a lot of people, guys in particular would never think of that because of my family and work situation.  I work with them and deliver them all the time, it'd be nice to receive them myself for once.  (By the way, I think red roses are totally played out - dudes need to get creative).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. I wish I never sold my first car - a green and tan '94 blazer with glowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;subwoofers&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  So many memories in that car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. The thought of having kids terrifies me.  I feel like they're just going to end up resenting me, like every child does their parents.  And even though I joke about it all the time, I'm pretty much serious about just having dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. My wedding - if I ever have one - will be a disaster...because of my parents.  I've briefly considered having a shot-gun wedding to avoid it - but that wouldn't make me happy either.  Every girl wants their fairy tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. For the past couple weeks I've talked to Augie at least once a day.  We'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; by summer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. My grandpa used to take me to Memorial Park everyday at 3pm to get ice cream when I was little.  While I played on the swings, he hit on all the moms - and I'm okay with that.  He also taught me how to lick my finger and stick it in the sugar bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. I feel like I missed out on the last two years of my life - because I wasn't living them to their fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. I think that I'm a pretty sweet person, and for those of you who don't know me that well..you should get to know me better.  And for those of you who know I'm sweet - you should probably spend more time with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. I'm a huge bitch when I need to be and I hold grudges, I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I appreciate you reading my blog, I think it's funny that I have 'fans'.  Actually, I don't think it's funny I genuinely love it. &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/4322151336996820489-4746136512160497414?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/4746136512160497414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=4746136512160497414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/4746136512160497414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/4746136512160497414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/02/42-things.html' title='(42) Things'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-7714411876927377956</id><published>2009-02-02T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:41:18.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just too easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I actually laughed out loud when I first saw this sign - I'd get into it...but it's just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too&lt;/span&gt; easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SYe7jigl7-I/AAAAAAAAABI/VD2BGiS6WJg/s1600-h/Coming+Soom.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/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SYe7jigl7-I/AAAAAAAAABI/VD2BGiS6WJg/s320/Coming+Soom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298409705858002914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photog&lt;/span&gt; a while ago -- but I've gotten multiple complaints that I haven't been keeping up with my blog.  So tonight, I am blessing you with two entries.  The first is this photo -- just to break up all the text.  The next.. well, you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4322151336996820489-7714411876927377956?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/7714411876927377956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=7714411876927377956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7714411876927377956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7714411876927377956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-too-easy.html' title='It&apos;s just too easy.'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SYe7jigl7-I/AAAAAAAAABI/VD2BGiS6WJg/s72-c/Coming+Soom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-2778180404860621497</id><published>2009-01-04T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:17:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissue? ...Bless You.</title><content type='html'>I have fallen ill; sore throat, stuffy nose, dizziness, you name it, I'z gots it.  This obviously is not the first time I've gotten sick, nor will it be the last.  But I thought it would be fun to share with you what goes on in my head when I get a cold.  I usually go through the following stages:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Who is the bastard/beeeootch that I caught it from?! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Someone told me as some point during my life that usually it take about five-days from when you come in contact with the person who has said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;for you to start your own suffering.  Now this may be the biggest load of crap every served to me, but I choose to follow it strictly.  So from the very first swallow of my sore throat, I count back exactly five days and curse anyone who I witnessed sneeze, cough or touch me.  You're all bastards as far as I'm concerned - never talk to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are my lotion tissues? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         I re-FUSE to use any sub-par facial tissues when I have a cold.  Not only do I have a sore throat, my head is a virtual grenade &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sans&lt;/span&gt; pin, I want to vomit (just for fun), and I can't leave my bed -- now I'm going to subject myself to a raw nose?!  UNNECESSARY!  Get me the softee stuff with the lotion, the aloe, the freakin...whatever else is in it.  I will not settle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) What will be my medicine of choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        This is my favorite part, this is what I just went through moments ago.  THIS IS THE REASON for this blog entree!!  So far I have taken:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) Dimetapp - two thumbs up to Wyeth for their delicious tasting concoction - TOO BAD IT DOESN'T WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                b) Nyquill - it's fun to take when you're not sick.  However, last night I found myself laying down in bed, convinced I was going to die because I could feel my heart beating throughout my whole body. I'm sorry, not beating - POUNDING.  Finally I fell asleep, only to wake up a few-short hours later in a cold sweat because for some reason, a heard of purple elephants were trying to take my kettle corn and I was velcroed to a wall.  REALLY?...REALLY?!  I wasn't sure to take away from that, dream.. anyway, Nyquill is unsafe, and I don't feel any better.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         So after suffering through the two events listed above, I just found myself sifting through my medicine cabinet as I locked eyes with my arch-rival the infamous 'tussin.  Now these folks really should have had a chat with my friends at Dimetapp before creating the WORST TASTING ELIXER ...EVER.  I remember I used to throw tantrums as a child because of it's awful taste.  So, I picked the bottle up because I actually considered taking it... and WHEEEWW!! it was expired (January 2008, in case you were wondering).  I actually considered taking it even through it was over a year old, but after last nights events with the purple elephants, I decided to pass.  The best part was the next bottle I picked up ... Tylenol Sore Throat ...expiration June 2006, no thanks. -- I settled on my 'go-to', Mucinex and gargling warm salt water.  Nurse Shirley always said it helps, and Nurse Shirley's never wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I really don't know what you should pull away from this except, I really hate being sick.  I hate Robitussin even more than being sick.  And in other news, I've reached the conclusion that Eli is the cuter Manning, but was that ever a question?  (Go Giants!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4322151336996820489-2778180404860621497?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/2778180404860621497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=2778180404860621497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/2778180404860621497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/2778180404860621497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/01/tissue-bless-you.html' title='Tissue? ...Bless You.'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-7982320334761794030</id><published>2009-01-02T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:04:57.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing a Whole Year</title><content type='html'>      Not only is this the first track to one of my favorite albums Third Eye Blind's self titled cd (which I just happen to be listening to), but I thought it would be an appropriate title for my first blog of the new year.  2009, holler. (If you were with me on New Years Eve, you may have found that last comment mildly amusing...a strong emphasis on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;div&gt;      I don't get why the celebration of a new year is such a big deal.  I mean, don't get me wrong I was out in New York City with millions of other drunks doing my thing.  But really?! I mean,  I know that I've spent the majority of my adult life playing the role of "Negative Nancy" but I'm not sure what difference a couple seconds make.  As I stood in front of the television, champagne in hand at McSwiggin's (McSquiggleys) Bar in Manhattan, I actually questioned what I was counting down to (blast-off, perhaps?).  That overwhelming feeling of freedom, resulting from the end of one year and the beginning of a new one, definitely wasn't there.  All of the trials and tribulations were still with me in that bar in fact, they are still with me as much now as they were four days ago.  So here I am, right here, sitting at my desk - the same desk that I sat at four days ago in 2008, thinking the same thoughts, with the same mind, in the same body, breathing the same recirculated air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        My other beef with the New Year is Resolutions.  But OHHHH they say, it's a new year you can start over!! Here's to a good year!! Wooo!! - I'm sorry but all I see is people making empty promises to themselves by way of their new years resolutions.  I mean for those of you who have kept their new years resolutions so far, rock on, I support you, you made it through day two!  But it upsets me that millions, probably billions of Americans will break their new years resolutions (mainly the weight loss ones) as they melt into their bar-ca lounger, tv remote in hand, ironically watching the Biggest Loser, with their bag Cool Ranch Doritos resting on their heaving chests.  Millions more will find ways to whore themselves out in other ways, thus breaking their self-induced resolutions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          I think the above reason is enough to support my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beefage &lt;/span&gt;but just to drive it home a little more, AND not to go bi-polar on you, but let me flip the switch for a second.  Riddle me this... why can't every day be a 'New Years' type celebration?  Why can't you improve yourself day to day, instead of year to year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           And for those of you who are actively creeping my life, I didn't make a New Year's Resolution. But I can promise you I will somehow, someway improve myself by the time the clock strikes 12am next New Years Eve 2009.  So, I'll leave with this: Here's to a year of finding our way in this world full of Dorito-eaters, bar-ca lounger... loungers and all other resolutioners.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. getting off the couch is a nice start (I'll let you know that I take that step, so that I'm not over here playing Princess Hypocrite).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... for now,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; download the song, "Losing a Whole Year" by Third Eye Blind, pull up the lyrics, they're fantastic.&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/4322151336996820489-7982320334761794030?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/7982320334761794030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=7982320334761794030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7982320334761794030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7982320334761794030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2009/01/losing-whole-year.html' title='Losing a Whole Year'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-7002207222570842322</id><published>2008-11-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:57:44.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear FDU Resident Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI -- This is what your beer funnel was used for after it was confiscated by Public Safety.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SSyX5nljXPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AaADEDXOq4Q/s1600-h/Funnel-AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SSyX5nljXPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AaADEDXOq4Q/s320/Funnel-AC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272756279878835442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...You can't make this stuff up. &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/4322151336996820489-7002207222570842322?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/7002207222570842322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=7002207222570842322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7002207222570842322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/7002207222570842322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-fdu-resident-students.html' title='Dear FDU Resident Students'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ewaWNVLWKeA/SSyX5nljXPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AaADEDXOq4Q/s72-c/Funnel-AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4322151336996820489.post-8252867805298433479</id><published>2008-11-25T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:23:05.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Port In a Storm</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends/Family,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Welcome to my blog&lt;shudder&gt;.  I never thought I'd ever type that phrase.  I have just completed the blog 'set-up' process, ...and for those of you who are a bit slower, this is my first blog.  Let me explain, the reason that I 'shudder' at the fact I have started a blog.  After graduating with a degree in Communication Studies and...four and a half years of studying mass media - I never thought I would ever find myself sitting in front of my laptop &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ype, type, typing AWAY&lt;/span&gt; at my blog.  Weblogs are for looooosers, right?   Well, yeah hi, I am now a self-proclaimed loser (I like how I kid myself, like I wasn't a loser right before this VERY moment). &lt;/shudder&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, let me tell you why I 'caved':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1) RANDOMISMS - I don't have a lot of free time, but when I have free moments (in the shower, driving, washing my face) some pretty funny things go on inside of my head.  And I'm not sure if this happens because I grew up as an only child, or if I'm just gifted, ha.  But ANYWAY, I thought it would be kinda fun to write about it here, so that you can enjoy the ridiculousness that goes on in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2) WHAT'S YO STATUS? - As I mentioned above, I don't have any free time (unless you want to catch me in the shower, driving or washing my face).  So I think that this might be a good way to stalk-me-out when I haven't spoken with you in a while.  Look at you, you're already doing it!  great job! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3) THAT'S A JOKE RIGHT? I have a lot of, "really?!...REALLY?!" moments, which usually occur when I have run-ins with stupid or ignorant people.  Or I see things around when I'm driving, in the news, in tv commercials, just, ya know, in LIFE.. that I think are blasphemous.  I find all of these things are both entertaining and scary - and I really want to share them with you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4) FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT - that's self explanatory, I just hope I can pull it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5) ANY PORT IN A STORM - Hey, it's a good outlet, to vent.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only concern about this blog, as a Comm Major, is my use of sarcasm and your inability to catch on to it.  (We study this stuff all the time) - anyway, I shall do my best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can amuse you, Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4322151336996820489-8252867805298433479?l=hilaryfro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/feeds/8252867805298433479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4322151336996820489&amp;postID=8252867805298433479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/8252867805298433479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4322151336996820489/posts/default/8252867805298433479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilaryfro.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-port-in-storm.html' title='Any Port In a Storm'/><author><name>Hilary Froehlich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188042508435415365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
