<?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-7745357400909771980</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:41:07.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara's Travels...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-1900484108124784257</id><published>2010-03-10T17:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:39:38.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a runnin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsDcdjxEI/AAAAAAAAARg/IH6xIl-fV5Q/s1600-h/DSCF1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451022467925787714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsDcdjxEI/AAAAAAAAARg/IH6xIl-fV5Q/s320/DSCF1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so I don't really like to 'toot my own horn', but I had to write and tell you of my latest accomplishment. I ran another 5K race on Sunday. It was part of a national series of 13.1 half marathon races that have a 5K portion as well. There weren't as many people in this 5K as the past couple I ran this season, in fact there were only about 300. But I'm happy to say I placed first in my age category. That's right the gold medal! The best part was I decreased my time by over a minute from last race. I ran the 3.1 miles in 25:05 and my pace was 8:13 per mile. I was actually the second fastest woman in anyone my age or younger. It was a chilly morning on South Beach, but we ran the last mile right along the water on the boardwalk and watched the sun rise, which was so cool. The Miami portion of the series had a latin theme (of course) so afterwards there was a live salsa band and dancers, free beer, free arroz con pollo (traditional chicken &amp;amp; rice dish), latin dancers welcoming us across the finish line, latin music played along the whole course. Nothing like a chacha blaring at 6:30 am! My co-workers gave me a 'medal ceremony' the following day and we sang the national anthem! Compared to the other races, it really wasn't that big of a deal, but at least I keep improving! And I know if anyone was chasing me, they would have to run fast to catch me! Or do I want to be caught...hmmmm...:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsEB8kM2I/AAAAAAAAARw/OTaLiwmxA6Y/s1600-h/DSCF1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451022477987951458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsEB8kM2I/AAAAAAAAARw/OTaLiwmxA6Y/s320/DSCF1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsDoKJ5LI/AAAAAAAAARo/W9hw2gVy8rA/s1600-h/DSCF1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451022471065625778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsDoKJ5LI/AAAAAAAAARo/W9hw2gVy8rA/s320/DSCF1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.splitsecondtiming.com/results/2010/131mb5k.html"&gt;http://www.splitsecondtiming.com/results/2010/131mb5k.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsEwIXLfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8SC9T4VOfsM/s1600-h/DSCF1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451022490385460722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsEwIXLfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8SC9T4VOfsM/s320/DSCF1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7745357400909771980-1900484108124784257?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/1900484108124784257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=1900484108124784257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1900484108124784257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1900484108124784257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-runnin.html' title='I was a runnin&apos;'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S6XsDcdjxEI/AAAAAAAAARg/IH6xIl-fV5Q/s72-c/DSCF1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6115504911854386235</id><published>2010-02-23T17:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:10:02.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4Rd2Al_DgI/AAAAAAAAARI/McV1D1IH7Do/s1600-h/SAT+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441577432224042498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4Rd2Al_DgI/AAAAAAAAARI/McV1D1IH7Do/s320/SAT+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been home a couple weeks without going out of town somewhere, which was driving me CRAZY, so when I saw that the long holiday weekend was coming up, I checked on last minute airfare deals to find somewhere to go. Luckily, San Antonio was having a weekend fare so I jumped a plane for a few miles and headed to Texas for the Valentine's &amp;amp; President's Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was met at the airport and whisked straight away to The Alamo Cafe where I welcomed some real Mexican Food! We spent most of the weekend really just hanging out, doing a little Hobby Lobby shopping, Target visits, etc. but mostly just constantly PLAYING with Isabelle. She is a funny little girl with an adult mind and vocabulary. It was a great weekend to spend Valentine's Day with those I love. I was hoping to be there for the new baby to arrive, but she is stubborn already! It was a quick trip but certainly always worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4RgCyFax_I/AAAAAAAAARY/IVZm1i-YAog/s1600-h/SAT+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441579850690906098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4RgCyFax_I/AAAAAAAAARY/IVZm1i-YAog/s320/SAT+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you'll see I ran another race last weekend. I bettered my time quite a bit so I was proud of that!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4RgCbumk4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/5seGDwZC9zs/s1600-h/SAT+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441579844689630082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4RgCbumk4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/5seGDwZC9zs/s320/SAT+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-6115504911854386235?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/6115504911854386235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=6115504911854386235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6115504911854386235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6115504911854386235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/S4Rd2Al_DgI/AAAAAAAAARI/McV1D1IH7Do/s72-c/SAT+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-7457858534712381539</id><published>2010-01-26T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:00:48.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alOha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-72.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167507172210&amp;amp;site=widget-72.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167507172210&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p1/2810246167507172210/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167507172210&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p2/2810246167507172210/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2810246167507172210&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p4/2810246167507172210/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started 2010 with a trip to Kona, Hawaii. There was an Arthur Murray competition event there at the Hilton Waikoloa Village resort, so I made myself 'available' to go. With no real official responsibilities there other than to be unofficially official, I had plenty of time to enjoy the resort and amazing weather. Kona is much different than Waikiki, much more remote and quiet and much less touristy. I spent my mornings enjoying a beautiful run on the island, which was necessary since I spent my afternoons drinking fruity tropical drinks by the pool. Of course I also spent time in the ballroom watching the competition and having fun with friends every night. For me, a tropical locale is what I consider a perfect paradise and this certainly fit the bill. It would have been better if Matthew McConaughey would have been sitting next to me, but hey, next time! At least I'm starting 2010 with a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have added a new section on the right here of my blog "Running Report". This was suggested by a friend who said it would be cool to keep a log and information about all the places you run over the year. So...I'll try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-7457858534712381539?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/7457858534712381539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=7457858534712381539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7457858534712381539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7457858534712381539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2010/01/aloha.html' title='alOha!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6365760546164311606</id><published>2009-11-15T12:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:56:48.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_bHfC-KI/AAAAAAAAAQA/deSADXzGuCo/s1600-h/DSCF1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389287942879394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_bHfC-KI/AAAAAAAAAQA/deSADXzGuCo/s320/DSCF1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_bXjnTzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gCbTb1aD-D0/s1600-h/DSCF1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389292257005362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_bXjnTzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gCbTb1aD-D0/s320/DSCF1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_a-8N9hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cBow3bDBPVY/s1600-h/DSCF1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389285649315346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_a-8N9hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cBow3bDBPVY/s320/DSCF1154.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_atnJfoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uKkS8UMqi6A/s1600-h/DSCF1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389280997539458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_atnJfoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uKkS8UMqi6A/s320/DSCF1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another 6 weeks have come and gone...and here is what I have to show for it.&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_aYdtcmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YPJBA2nUMVA/s1600-h/DSCF1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389275320808034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_aYdtcmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YPJBA2nUMVA/s320/DSCF1161.JPG" 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;div&gt;Spent 5 days in Hawaii for an event and luckily it was over my birthday weekend. So I stayed an extra day and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, weather, beach, etc. It's the one day a year I usually 'relax' and I literally sat on the beach under an umbrella for hours. The water was so warm I even spent time wading. I had dinner with friends that evening and it surely made for a nice celebration. I enjoyed my morning runs along the beach watching the sun come up, and of course watching the sun set each evening in Hawaii is the best in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_pW00miI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NYuTkfMMoWU/s1600-h/DSCF1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389532578912802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_pW00miI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NYuTkfMMoWU/s320/DSCF1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the celebration was over, it was back to the grind. Luckily my trip to Mexico City was cancelled this year, so it was just 10 days of 10 hour work days until I left for Superama in Las Vegas. This event is always a lot of prep work as well as a lot of work during the week. That's why it was 'necesssary' that my mom attend the event as well as my helper. I couldn't have done it without her as she was very good to take my directions and run with them. Alex was also there for the International All Star Tournament finals, (as well as celebrating her 1year anniversary), so it was a family ordeal. The event was great, but after a week in Vegas I was ready to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wasn't home for long, 48 hours later I got back on a plane and headed to Puerto Rico. This event is always a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_poB5wWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fi5uuaAB5f0/s1600-h/PR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389537197179234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_poB5wWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fi5uuaAB5f0/s320/PR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stress reliever for me after the long Vegas week. The work isn't extremely difficult and it is a beautiful resort on the beach, so I sneak in some lounge time at the pool. The lobby of the hotel is also an event in itself as there are live salsa bands each night and locals come to dance and drink and party. Needless to say, after some salsa myself each night, I didn't get much sleep here, but had a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went from 80+ degrees to 30 degrees in just a short few days as I headed to Utah for the BYU event. From my tanktop and shorts to a wintercoat and gloves, crazy! It happened to snow while I was there so I got my fill of winter weather very quickly. It was beaut&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_p8HvgRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ajGrkSMhp0Y/s1600-h/Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389542590382354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_p8HvgRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ajGrkSMhp0Y/s320/Utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iful scenery as always and I enjoy the time on campus in 'happy valley'. It is a good rejuvination for me at this time of year as I'm starting to get run down and still have plenty left to do. I was glad to see Gma and Gpa &amp;amp; Janice and Hal for lunch, but was also glad to leave the cold. I'm a sissy, I admit it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm in Chicago between flights on my way back to the warm. I leave for Columbus though in 3 days so I'm afraid there is more cool weather in my future. Knock on wood I haven't been sick through all of this traveling. Perhaps I'm just waiting to get sick until I'm home at Thanksgiving and my mom can take care of me?! Time to board the next plane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-6365760546164311606?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/6365760546164311606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=6365760546164311606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6365760546164311606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6365760546164311606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-and-gone.html' title='Come and Gone...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SwA_bHfC-KI/AAAAAAAAAQA/deSADXzGuCo/s72-c/DSCF1144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-7614944711440778553</id><published>2009-09-28T14:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:55:36.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIGATO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhWCsASlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iJPsnWxHzkA/s1600-h/WDC+Chmps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804722943609426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhWCsASlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iJPsnWxHzkA/s320/WDC+Chmps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhVnpHl5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/pcSnDhzW3lw/s1600-h/Pagoda1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804715683747730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhVnpHl5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/pcSnDhzW3lw/s320/Pagoda1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhU2kS_-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7Kg1Or5jsbY/s1600-h/McDonalds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388804702510186466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhU2kS_-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7Kg1Or5jsbY/s320/McDonalds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgaYt4kTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AK4YHkYpIRE/s1600-h/Karate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803698064920882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgaYt4kTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AK4YHkYpIRE/s320/Karate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgZl30t5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wLX1ANWerHQ/s1600-h/Garden-T2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803684416403346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgZl30t5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wLX1ANWerHQ/s320/Garden-T2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgZMbBvqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jQ9cYGLAsOM/s1600-h/Garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803677584735906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgZMbBvqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jQ9cYGLAsOM/s320/Garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgYSjweeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O9_-p6Qiraw/s1600-h/from+balcony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803662052096482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgYSjweeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O9_-p6Qiraw/s320/from+balcony.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgX1G7q8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/3CEs3zHY228/s1600-h/Breakfast+spot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388803654146567106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjgX1G7q8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/3CEs3zHY228/s320/Breakfast+spot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am sitting in the Admirals Club and have some time to spare between flights so I can update my travel log. I just flew into LAX from Tokyo. It has been quite a quick trip, which perhaps is ultimately going to help my jet lag. I never really had time to adjust. We'll see tonight if I'm able to go to sleep though. I left Friday morning early with a short flight to Dallas, then a long 13+ hour flight to Tokyo. I ate three times on the flight, watched 4 movies, worked on my computer, read a book, stood for an hour in the area next to the restrooms, slept for about 4 hours. Luckily I was in first class so the seat layed down flat into a bed and I could actually get some sleep. I didn't say one word to the man sitting next to me the entire time, a typical Tara tactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Japan 1 day and three hours later than I left. So the entire time I was there I felt like I was really sending messages from the future back home. My own little 'Lost' moment. My first impressions of Japan were of great organization, order, respect, cleanliness, and very friendly. Something as simple as standing at baggage claim, the people stand behind a red line and then when they see their luggage step up to get it, no pushing, no talking, no loud noises. I took a bus limo to the hotel in Shinagawa area which was about 1.5 hours ride. We passed Tokyo Disney on the ride and I saw the castle, matterhorn, space mountain right there in Japan. I fought hard to stay awake on the bus ride because it was really the only time I got to SEE Japan, even though at this point it was 13 hours ahead of Miami time. The country was green and lush and a lot of farm land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I checked into the hotel, I went straight to bed. I felt bad, like I should be out exploring, but I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. So I was sleeping at 6:30pm, woke up at 10:30 pm, read a while, went back to sleep, woke up at 2:00 am, called my mom, slept until 5:30 am, got up and read for a while until the sun was up and I could go for a walk. I ventured out through the community, and found myself at the train station area where there was a little coffee shop right next to McDonalds. So I sat for a long time drinking a mocha and watching the people come from the train station. So interesting to watch all of these people just living their life half way across the world from me, no matter what or where, we are all the same. What isn't the same is the McDonalds menu, they are all hot dog value meals! Hot dogs everywhere! After wandering through the shops a little I headed back to the hotel, took a bubble bath and got ready for the day. The day was spent mostly in the competition, coordinating with our photographer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, gotta get to the next flight, will finish this later with photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ready to finish...&lt;br /&gt;The event was quite exciting, as the USA won the World Championship title for the first time! (our couples took 1st and 3rd) I think I was actually the only American there other than the two couples, so it was kinda fun to cheer on the champions! I spent some time after the event writing the report to be posted immediately on-line and getting pictures from our photographer. We relaxed a little at a little cafe before heading to bed. My flight wasn't until 4pm the next day, but I only slept 3 hours and was up at 6am again. So I went for a walk again, enjoyed sitting at the coffee shop watching people go by, walked through the gardens around the area and took my time getting packed and ready to go. I took the bus back to the airport, with the new world champions, and found out we were on the same flight. So we enjoyed relaxing in the JAL club in the airport (which was EXTRA NICE with a full buffet and bar and massages, etc.) then got on the plane for a 10 hour flight to LAX. Luckily they were more tired than I was and we all slept about 8-9 hours of the flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another 5 hour flight home while Katusha (world champ) went to see her sister on Dancing With the Stars in LA. (Anna dancing with Michael Irvin) We had sat in the club and watched them practice live through webcam on the computer that morning, so it was interesting to see it happen on TV that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me a whole week to feel 'normal' again. Luckily I wasn't there long enough to really get my time converted, just long enough to feel a little confused. I'm heading to Hawaii now though on Tuesday and going 6 hours the OTHER direction in time. So I just have to sleep when and where I can, which is usually on a plane! This was a cool experience though and one I wouldn't trade, even with the craziness of it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-7614944711440778553?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/7614944711440778553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=7614944711440778553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7614944711440778553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7614944711440778553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/09/arigato.html' title='ARIGATO!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SsjhWCsASlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iJPsnWxHzkA/s72-c/WDC+Chmps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-4801631538833314740</id><published>2009-09-01T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:20:02.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since the last time I wrote . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-10.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949621539344&amp;amp;site=widget-10.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949621539344&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p1/3026418949621539344/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949621539344&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p2/3026418949621539344/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949621539344&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p4/3026418949621539344/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I wrote...here are some details of my comings and goings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City - spent 5 days in the 'city that never sleeps' and that was pretty much me. I enjoyed my morning jogs as usual across the Brooklyn Bridge and took the subway up to Times Square on one of my breaks on the 4th of July. Lots of people in Time Square on a holiday like that! The weather was quite pleasant while I was there and it was welcomed. Miami is headed into hurricane season which means hot and humid. The event was well attended and high caliber as always. One of my favorite of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irvine, CA - home for a week then off to So Cal, such a highlight of my year. I love the weather, the smell, the atmosphere, everything. This was an Arthur Murray event and one that I didn't have any direct responsibilities at, except to be a corporate face. So I had plenty of time for my regular jogs around UCIrvine, trips to SouthCoast Plaza for shopping, a pedicure, laying at the pool, and lunch at Rubios Baja Grill (something I really miss!) I had fun with friends here and pursued a little extra 'friend' time with one of my 'favorites'. =-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC - home for 1 day then off to the nation's capitol for another Arthur Murray event, one I had complete responsibility for. The annual VIP Club was at the Four Seasons hotel in Georgetown, so I didn't mind spending 6 nights in a suite there. As this is an incentive vacation for our attendees, my responsibilities at the event are to make sure everyone has a VIP experience, thus I get one as well. Not too hard of work! My mom joined me and was treated to a little VIP exerience as well. It was great fun to have her along to enjoy all the sightseeing and free time I had, not to mention all the little tasks she helped me do as 'work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco - Home for 2 days then off to San Fran for a competition. Nothing really spectacular here, I saw the inside of a hotel, that's about it. The hotel is right on the bay so I did get to run along the water and watch the planes land. And it was cold! In the 60s! Which made for a nice run, but a little chilly in my Miami running gear. I did get to enjoy an In-N-Out burger there, that's worth mentioning! And I did get to see my 'friend' again as he lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston - Home for 4 days then off to Houston to see George Straight with my dad. Since everyone else was out of town, it was just he and I and I convinced him to go to the outlet mall for me before heading to the concert. Of course that also meant a great Texas BBQ lunch at the Texas Roadhouse before hand. We missed Julianne Hough, the first act, because it took us so long to get into the stadium to park, and only saw a few songs by Blake Shelton, but Sugarland was really good, a welcome surprise, and then of course Gorgeous Georgous was so amazing. What a legend. It was a long night, but so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas - Home for a 10 days then off to Vegas for an event where it was 110 degrees. Actually my runs there were so nice, even though it was like 90 degrees at 6am, the dry heat was so much easier to run in and didn't zap my energy like the weather at home is doing. I never started work until after noon each day here so I got to lay at the pool in the morning each day and enjoy some peace. The event was quite nice and easy, although there were late nights. Which meant on the very last night there was no sleep at all since I had a 6am flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home now for a week but head out tomorrow again. With a few days at home now and then I've seen about 10 movies in the theater, watched the final season of Prison Break, and done too much shopping. Along the way I am also working like crazy! A busy season is coming up, not only for traveling for me, but also in the office, so expect me to be a little crazy. It's all good though, I'm not complaining about it all, someday I will want to slow down, but I guess it's not today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next... So Cal, San Antonio, Tokyo, Hawaii, Mexico City, Las Vegas, Puerto Rico, Utah, Ohio...all before Thanksgiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-4801631538833314740?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/4801631538833314740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=4801631538833314740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4801631538833314740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4801631538833314740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-i-last-wrote.html' title='Since the last time I wrote . . .'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-1103571832753636927</id><published>2009-06-30T19:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:32:17.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe6U28ABI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i3BzzgTriBU/s1600-h/DSCF1006%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265831951990802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe6U28ABI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i3BzzgTriBU/s200/DSCF1006%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe6Kb70FI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y5vP3fBkKgk/s1600-h/DSCF1029%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265829154377810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe6Kb70FI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y5vP3fBkKgk/s200/DSCF1029%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe45_tlbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z6cRTRQ_h9g/s1600-h/DSCF1010%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265807561168306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe45_tlbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z6cRTRQ_h9g/s200/DSCF1010%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe5aNzd8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/i_s6V-0nvrw/s1600-h/DSCF1014%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265816210208706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe5aNzd8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/i_s6V-0nvrw/s200/DSCF1014%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post I have continued to be on the road. I was home most of May (except for the infamous family trip to Disneyworld in Orlando you have all seen on my family's blogs) but once the end of the month hit it has been non-stop ever since. I first went to Phoenix, which is always a fun trip because I get to se&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe5u3drpI/AAAAAAAAANA/cK7rA7Th1wY/s1600-h/DSCF1011%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265821753650834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe5u3drpI/AAAAAAAAANA/cK7rA7Th1wY/s200/DSCF1011%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e my cousins and even stayed a night at my Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle's home before the event began. I love it when work takes me to cities where I have family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Phoenix I went straight to Blackpool, England. As usual, the dancing was great but the city is such a bore. Luckily I didn't have to worry about jetlag though because I pretty much stayed on Miami time: going to bed at 4AM and waking up about noon every day. Pictures: Blackpool pier, Ballroom, my friends and coworkers at dinner, me on the train from Manchester airport to Blackpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been to Boston for a tough event where I worked from 7AM - midnight for four days. Luckily it was raining most of the time so I didn't really miss much outside. Picture of Boston skyline from MIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last weekend I was in Tampa. More great dancing and decor, more late nig&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SkqfKvsbZ8I/AAAAAAAAANY/drcMPYmBy3s/s1600-h/PIC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353266114033575874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SkqfKvsbZ8I/AAAAAAAAANY/drcMPYmBy3s/s200/PIC_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hts, but time to go out and run around the bay a little between sessions. Picture of pink hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually in the Admirals Club now in the Miami airport on my way to Ne&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SkqfKnfuE2I/AAAAAAAAANg/3X6NNSScFGE/s1600-h/PIC_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353266111832789858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SkqfKnfuE2I/AAAAAAAAANg/3X6NNSScFGE/s200/PIC_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w York City, although the flight is delayed 2.5 hours thus why I have time to actually update my blog. Can you tell in the picture who will be sitting next to me? This is my favorite event of the year though so I'm looking forward to the week ahead. It kindof rejuvenates me for the rest of the busy summer. July still holds trips to Southern California, Washington DC and San Francisco so I need to be ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-1103571832753636927?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/1103571832753636927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=1103571832753636927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1103571832753636927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1103571832753636927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Skqe6U28ABI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i3BzzgTriBU/s72-c/DSCF1006%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-8051605196317983015</id><published>2009-05-03T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:45:29.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny in Seattle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919799405619&amp;amp;site=widget-33.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919799405619&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p1/3386706919799405619/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919799405619&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p2/3386706919799405619/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919799405619&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-33.slide.com/p4/3386706919799405619/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I survived Seattle! And it was sunny! I was expecting it to be gray and gloomy and rainy, but luckily for my first trip there ever, it was blue skies. It was a little colder than I would have liked though. But anything below 70 degrees is cold to me now. Not only did I spend time at the competition, but I had some time to discover the city. I found a running path down along the port and bay so I started my mornings with several miles of fresh air. The open market was full of fish, flowers and fruit. It was kinda stinky and I HATE the smell of fish. I got to see them throwing large fish which makes the market famous. I walked to the space needle and rode the elevator to the top for a view of the entire city. And of course I did my fair share of shopping in the city, there was a huge 2-story H&amp;amp;M right across the street from the hotel so I was in trouble! And of course in Seatlle there was literally a Starbucks on every corner so I used my discount card to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I also had fun at the event, hanging out with friends and dancing with certain 'friends'. =-) It was a long ride home across the country, but Suzanne got a little crazy with her camera and documented the day, even down to me eating my salad on the plane.  I didn't put ALL the pictures she took on the slideshow, believe me there were quite a few.  In fact, we were being so goofy and laughing taking pictures that the flight attendant on one flight asked us if we were going on vacation.  So far from it!  But at least we were having enough fun that it appeared that way. It has taken me all week to recover from the time change. This week is the family trip to DisneyWorld then I have a week until Arizona then England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-8051605196317983015?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/8051605196317983015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=8051605196317983015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8051605196317983015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8051605196317983015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-in-seattle.html' title='Sunny in Seattle!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6903811463541254597</id><published>2009-04-23T11:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:14:57.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE, UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTryYNOII/AAAAAAAAAMA/K5XVILRyYeg/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920739646257282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTryYNOII/AAAAAAAAAMA/K5XVILRyYeg/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am again, in the Dallas airport on a layover, &amp;amp; I finally have time to update my blog. I'm headed to Seattle today to a dance competition for work. I have no real 'responsibilities' there other than to be a corporate person there, so that's kinda nice. After the past month, I really need to play it low-key.&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;Since my last post, I finished the trip in Utah and headed back to the office to prepare for the month ahead. On my way to Las Vegas for our big competition, I stopped in San Antonio so I could celebrate Isabelle's birthday with her. This &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCRx3W674I/AAAAAAAAALA/5dMzXsqfYvU/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327918645039001474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCRx3W674I/AAAAAAAAALA/5dMzXsqfYvU/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;event always conveniently falls on the weekend of her brithday and I am able to make a long lay-over on the company! We had a great 48 hours, how can you not with a three year old that wants to go to the mall for her party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The event in Vegas was a success and I had a fun time, which is nice that I can have fun while working. I got to hang with some people that I enjoy and don't get to see that often. Plus it was nice to show off the new 'me' and receive compliments on how I looked. It's been a long time since that was the case. We went to see Bette Midler while there, which I can't say that I'm like a big fan or anything, but the show was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got home from Vegas I was in the office EVERY DAY (including weekends) until this past Monday... that's 28 days straight working. That's because our International Franchisee Convention was just last &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCRyhH_g5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JO4LO5m6KQY/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327918656250676114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCRyhH_g5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JO4LO5m6KQY/s320/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;week in Miami Beach and this is a program that falls completely on my boss, thus ME, and has been in the works for two years. I believe in the end it was a great success but it was a lot of work and stress for me. And, being the perfectionist and overly organized person I am, I wasn't about to let anything go half-baked, so I caused myself plenty of extra stress. In fact, my boss fell ill the last night because of exhaustion and I had to finish things up. Good thing I am in good health so I didn't fall myself, b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTRcCbU1I/AAAAAAAAALo/tbXb5y1kXzw/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920286972728146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTRcCbU1I/AAAAAAAAALo/tbXb5y1kXzw/s320/DSCF0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ecause it would have been warrented. We had the very first franchisee as a key note speaker, she opened the first franchised studio in 1938 and she is now 105 years old. And she even danced onto the stage...pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTR5tynYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xJ85L2XzMm4/s1600-h/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920294939237762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTR5tynYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xJ85L2XzMm4/s320/DSCF0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the past few weeks, my boss proclaimed this past Monday "tara holiday" and I had the day off. I had stayed at the beautiful Fontainebleau Resort on Miami Beach for almost a week and didn't get to enjoy it all, too bad I couldn't spend my day off there. But a pedicure, a movie and a trip to the mall made for a pretty good substitute. Now I'm off to Seattle for a few days, I've never been there so hope to get in some sightseeing, although it's raining there today (big surprise) so hopefully I can still get out. I'm gearing up for a very busy June, which heads to a busy July, then August...so these moments in an airport are very cherised!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTRttOhqI/AAAAAAAAALw/T48LFtxkiGc/s1600-h/DSCF0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920291715647138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTRttOhqI/AAAAAAAAALw/T48LFtxkiGc/s320/DSCF0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-6903811463541254597?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/6903811463541254597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=6903811463541254597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6903811463541254597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6903811463541254597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-update.html' title='UPDATE, UPDATE!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SfCTryYNOII/AAAAAAAAAMA/K5XVILRyYeg/s72-c/DSCF0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-5831094520191828970</id><published>2009-03-12T21:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:36:59.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3BvBjTnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1t75OvN426A/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312478475890937458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3BvBjTnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1t75OvN426A/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, yeah…I know it has been almost 3 months since I last updated my blog. That’s because I have had some time off! After finishing my marathon travel schedule just prior to Christmas, I have had January &amp;amp; February with little traveling. Thus some “free time” makes me lazy! I definitely get more done when I’m too busy to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m off and running again . . . figuratively and literally. Mom came over the first week of February to run in a 5k race on Miami Beach. (See her blog for the details and pictures). It was so fun to have her in Miami for a week, she really acted as my personal assistant during those days and got a lot of little things done around my apartment and she basically did anything I told her to do. Thank goodness she is an obedient mother! It was great fun for me to run wi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3OY7LU0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/cTKKYIfX_fg/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312478693296919362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3OY7LU0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/cTKKYIfX_fg/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th her each morning and then have a short race to top it off. She is my inspiration for running anyway so it was nice to share this with her. That prompted me to try another 5k just this past weekend. I didn’t have my mom to run with this time, and opted for Lance Armstrong instead (on my ipod Nike workout). While Lance did not gossip with me along the way or enjoy the scenery (the ocean and plenty of shirtless model hard bodies, yum!) he did propel me to run a little faster and keep a strong pace through the 3 + miles. I ended up taking 3 minutes off my total time, which I felt was a pretty good feat for such a short distance. I finished 14th out of 89 in my age category and 373rd out of 1200+ in the total race. So I was &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3h2X_pLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oZ32rOQ9kuM/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312479027619931314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3h2X_pLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oZ32rOQ9kuM/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy with that. Here are a few pictures of the finish line, the ‘after party’ by the beach, and the beach itself that morning. Nice scenery for a run, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running with Lance and other Nike workouts have kept me burning the calories. As of this morning’s weigh-in, I’ve officially lost 44.4 pounds since June 4. I have 4.2 pounds left to reach my goal. I so wanted to have it done by the end of March, but it’s going to be tough since I’ve got two trips in that time which will limit my running time. It will be close though! Now when they call me “Sweet Hot Tada Tot” at work, I can really believe it! Here is a picture of my run this morning. With the time change it is still quite dark when I hit the road. This morning I really did have to run early because I had a lot to get done before getting on a plane, and it was Wednesday which is my ‘bridge run’ day. It was quite beautiful as I ran up &amp;amp; over one side of the bridge, I was watching the full moon descend, and when I turned around and ran the other direction up &amp;amp; over, the sun was coming up over the ocean. For all the things I don’t like about Miami, the beautiful scenery really makes me appreciate it. Also the 80 degree temperature this time of year is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm4ix29WxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gWN5ZEbeQTw/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312480143099124498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm4ix29WxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gWN5ZEbeQTw/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take a few days and go to Arizona for the President’s Day weekend. I enjoyed getting to see my other ‘mother and three sisters’ and have girl time. I do wish that happened more often and can’t wait for the next Bee meeting. Let’s get planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently en-route to Utah for my first working event of the year. It’s always fun to go ‘home’ for a few days, although I really don’t get to see more than the inside of the Marriott Center. But seeing the roots of my dance career means a lot to me. So although I really don’t have time to be away from the office right now, I never pass up an event at BYU. Maybe it’s my longing to be 21 again and have the innocence and naivetivity I did before I got ‘tainted’ by reality. I am sad that Alex won’t be there this year though. It was always fun to spend those days together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I’m back from Utah, it’s a week in the office then off to Las Vegas for the first of four trips there this year. On the way to Vegas I will stop by San Antonio to celebrate Isabelle’s birthday, so I’m looking forward to being Aunt for a day. Then it’s back to our International Franchisee Convention in mid-April, then to Seattle, then to . . . . it’s just getting started again! Does anyone else volunteer to be my personal assistant for a few days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-5831094520191828970?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/5831094520191828970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=5831094520191828970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/5831094520191828970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/5831094520191828970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-alive.html' title='I AM alive!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/Sbm3BvBjTnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1t75OvN426A/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-2959346660156694237</id><published>2008-11-23T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:49:21.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, Cold, Cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a couple more weeks of traveling, I remember now why I live in Miami and put up with the humid summers. Last weekend I made a quick trip to Utah again. I was in town literally like 48 hours and worked about 40 of them! The event was good, it's always a treat to go back to BYU and be reminded of my 'dance roots'. It's also nice to be somewhere where people are nice, friendly, positive and generally happy. However, I was cold from the moment I stepped outside. Although there was no snow on the ground, it was SO cold. I did run the one morning though in 40 degree temps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was home for 48 hours then left again for Columbus, Ohio. And if I thought Utah was cold, I was wrong. It was -4 when we landed on Tuesday night. I don't think I ever warmed up my toes and fingers throughout the week. I ran twice while I was there, and it was in the 20s. I looked like a freak running down the sidewalk wrapped up in coats, scarf, gloves, etc. The event was wonderful as always and the taping of the finals will be aired on PBS on February 25. So tune in and see if you can spot me working away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of my trip this weekend was getting to see Chris, Colleen and Max. Th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SSndD4uikVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/j8eJwRSWB_8/s1600-h/100_5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271987897650811218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SSndD4uikVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/j8eJwRSWB_8/s320/100_5184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ey made the drive up one day and we ventured out for dinner. There was to be the Christmas tree lighting ceremony at the outdoor mall we went to, but we couldn't make it through the parade and such to actually get to the lighting. It was SO bitter cold. Of course, I wasn't properly cold dressed, I don't think I even own a pair of closed-toe shoes anymore. But getting to play with Max for a couples hours warmed my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the Chicago airport now on my layover back to Miami.  I'm home for 48 hours again then off to Houston for Thanksgiving! I need to go home so I can thaw out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-2959346660156694237?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/2959346660156694237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=2959346660156694237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/2959346660156694237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/2959346660156694237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-cold-cold.html' title='Cold, Cold, Cold!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SSndD4uikVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/j8eJwRSWB_8/s72-c/100_5184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-1796548733020948125</id><published>2008-11-11T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:51:31.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll go back to San Juan...I know a boat you can get on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm30EFlPWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yNnl6YxcQqA/s1600-h/PR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267443344264740194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm30EFlPWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yNnl6YxcQqA/s320/PR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from Puerto Rico. However, I might as well have been in PoDunk, Kansas because I worked the whole time! From 7:30 am until midnight for three days with no breaks. I actually had about 1 hour on Saturday that I rushed outside to take a look. It's too bad because this hotel has a fabulous pool and beach front. The lobby of this hotel is amazing and is a local hang-out since there are 4 bars and multiple live bands playing. Dancing in the lobby literally goes until the wee-hours of the morning. But alas, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm3LrEGrrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i0MAyI3zDz4/s1600-h/PR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I needed my sle&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm3L-U0d2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NVp9pOSlOgs/s1600-h/PR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442655523272546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm3L-U0d2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NVp9pOSlOgs/s320/PR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ep due to the long hours, and since I was trying to recover from a cold I got in New Orleans, thus my dancing on the bar (at the bar) was postponed until next year. (Can you seriously imagine me dancing on the bar?! =-)) I'm home until Thursday then it's off to Utah again for the BYU Championships. I arrive there at midnight then work 2 straight days and fly out Sunday early, so it is another QUICK trip. I'm going from tropical heat to snow! That's 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/7745357400909771980-1796548733020948125?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/1796548733020948125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=1796548733020948125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1796548733020948125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/1796548733020948125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-ill-go-back-to-san-juani-know.html' title='I think I&apos;ll go back to San Juan...I know a boat you can get on...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRm30EFlPWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yNnl6YxcQqA/s72-c/PR1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-8264002328882368897</id><published>2008-11-04T11:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:03:12.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRB_rK7dUsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z6f1P-atnjw/s1600-h/P8030218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264848344040952514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRB_rK7dUsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z6f1P-atnjw/s200/P8030218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I am updating my blog sitting in the airport in New Orleans! I have been here 9 days so I'm ready to go home. We had our international championships all last week and executive meetings yesterday. I'm a little sick now, just a cold, I'm sure from lack of sleep and emotional stress. Luckily I had Amy, my mom and Isabelle visiting the event and they were a BIG help! Isabelle was entertainment for everyone, as you see in the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The crew on Bourbon Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRCAMP4CVyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UzsSSf0wur8/s1600-h/Isabelle+Cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264848912304461602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRCAMP4CVyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UzsSSf0wur8/s200/Isabelle+Cowgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRB_-wtmUxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SaRYbVCTsCA/s1600-h/boa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264848680600883986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRB_-wtmUxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SaRYbVCTsCA/s200/boa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running home to vote today, do laundry, unpack, repack, go to the office tomorrow for a few hours, then get back on a plane for Puerto Rico. The marathon continues....&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/7745357400909771980-8264002328882368897?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/8264002328882368897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=8264002328882368897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8264002328882368897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8264002328882368897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-easy.html' title='The Big Easy'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SRB_rK7dUsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/z6f1P-atnjw/s72-c/P8030218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-3634782747643997071</id><published>2008-10-26T10:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:14:33.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 10 Week Marathon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSJHoE3XnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ivkgx0Nep9I/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261481028785495666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSJHoE3XnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ivkgx0Nep9I/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSHxf2v0oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pDtwJUD4MPQ/s1600-h/P9020224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261479549110047362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSHxf2v0oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pDtwJUD4MPQ/s200/P9020224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSHP-HijDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dIRWK_kfw_Y/s1600-h/P9020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261478973117991986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSHP-HijDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dIRWK_kfw_Y/s200/P9020222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I took the time to post something, I realize, but I started my marathon a few weeks ago and I'm happy to say I'm about 1/4 through it! And so far I'm holding up OK, not too tired...YET. It started with a trip to Hawaii. From Tuesday to Friday was the event, so I staryed an extra day on Saturday with nothing to do but lay on the beach, shop, etc. at my own pace. Then with a late flight on Sunday, I made the most of my trip, a little pre-cursor to my birthday, really not part of the marathon, but a nice break! Being 35 isn't all that great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a trip to Utah for the wedding. All of you were there so I won't go into detail, but I sure loved seeing all my family, spending time at the cabin in the beautiful scenery, having our Bees meeting (cold water on mom and all!) and seeing my baby sister tie the knot. Whatever! =-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-314da6e6332a481b" 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://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D314da6e6332a481b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331288398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38079CCB9E7086A07B35D302823C8A9D13F5CC10.8CAC0BCD9C5858D740F2CBCAB0CDD3F233CE0CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D314da6e6332a481b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkSHxeeJYPX1z2oJs71rtzXnpTR4&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://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D314da6e6332a481b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331288398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38079CCB9E7086A07B35D302823C8A9D13F5CC10.8CAC0BCD9C5858D740F2CBCAB0CDD3F233CE0CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D314da6e6332a481b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkSHxeeJYPX1z2oJs71rtzXnpTR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I sit in the Mexico City airport. I flew in on Friday after work, arriving at midnight. We had an event yesterday that was really on a few hours long. The last hour was broadcast live on Fox TV in 43 Latin American Countries. So dealing with live TV keeps things on a tight schedule and we were in and out of the arena in only a few hours. Mexico City is HUGE! And the bus ride from the hotel to the arena which was probably on about 5-8 miles, took us 1 1/2 hours! It's weird to be in an event where you don't understand a word of what they are saying, but are expected to make everything run smoothly. It was a great experience which was paid for and which paid me very well for very little work. I just hope my face was on TV at some point. Maybe I could be the next Telemundo star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was daylight savings time in Mexico this morning, so I did get an extra hour of sleep before being on a 10am flight back to Miami. I leave first thing tomorrow for New Orleans for 9 days for our corporate championship event. So it's a quick laundry and re-pack for me today. Plus I have to stop at the office for a couple of hours on my way home. So, I'm going to grab some gatorade or something to keep me going and look ahead to the next big hill I have to run up! &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/7745357400909771980-3634782747643997071?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=314da6e6332a481b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/3634782747643997071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=3634782747643997071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3634782747643997071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3634782747643997071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-week-marathon.html' title='A 10 Week Marathon...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SQSJHoE3XnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ivkgx0Nep9I/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-3444303958531504096</id><published>2008-09-18T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:26:58.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way to Health?  Half way to Happiness?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm half way to something!  If you didn't already know, I have been on the Tara Christensen weight loss program since the beginning of June.  Really that's called Jenny Craig!  Yeah, me and Queen Latifah.  Yesterday at my appointment the scale showed I had passed my half way mark!  So since June 4 I have lost 26.2 pounds!  and I have lost a total of 30.6 inches around my bust/hips/waist/abs.  Funny thing is, only about 5% of that is around my bust.  So, yeah, we know that I do indeed carry the bra size for the entire family! =-)  I was going to put a picture of me in my bikini on here, but decided to spare you!  I'm not in THAT kind of shape yet.  I obviously have a big chunk to go to reach my goal...but at least I'm showing some progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-3444303958531504096?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/3444303958531504096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=3444303958531504096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3444303958531504096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3444303958531504096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/09/half-way-to-health-half-way-to.html' title='Half way to Health?  Half way to Happiness?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-893014340428253291</id><published>2008-09-12T17:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:01:25.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A last minute trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrllWI4-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q76Isl5AWYQ/s1600-h/Jogging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257145787152466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrllWI4-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q76Isl5AWYQ/s320/Jogging.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A morning jog... At the shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrllrIdm3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/XJnYSEOvAZs/s1600-h/shower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257151422503794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrllrIdm3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/XJnYSEOvAZs/s320/shower.JPG" 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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrll8UsF0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BUZKdsshMas/s1600-h/Picnic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257156037187394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrll8UsF0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BUZKdsshMas/s320/Picnic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...A 'picnic' at home for dinner... Aunt Tara....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrlmHBSIcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1Ocd8F5JzBM/s1600-h/jelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257158908584386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrlmHBSIcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1Ocd8F5JzBM/s320/jelly.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I made a quick decision on Thursday to fly home on Friday for the weekend. That's one of the benefits of lots of frequent flyer miles. Alee's last bridal shower was on Saturday and since I was yet to make it to any of them, I decided to jump over to Houston and enjoy some time with everyone. The weather was beautiful and so we enjoyed being together every moment...at least I did! I got to spend more time then with Nick before he becomes my brother-in-law. I hope he realizes he is 'marrying' me when he marries Alex. I was also trying to escape Ike, but once I got home it decided to bless us with some bad wind and rain, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Good thing I'm not going to Houston this weekend! I have a couple more weeks at home without travel so I'm looking forward to getting a lot of stuff done this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-893014340428253291?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/893014340428253291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=893014340428253291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/893014340428253291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/893014340428253291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-minute-trip.html' title='A last minute trip...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SMrllWI4-FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q76Isl5AWYQ/s72-c/Jogging.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-15083650283952660</id><published>2008-08-25T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:16:02.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Report!</title><content type='html'>I'm very happy to say I have nothing to report.  I was home over the weekend and I was so lazy.  I layed on my bed for hours at a time and read, which I NEVER do.  It is kinda like the calm before the storm though I think.  Once October hits, I don't have a free weekend until into December sometime.  So I tried to enjoy this past weekend, although I was a little antsy at times with so much free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived the storm Faye.  There was nothing much to her, just a lot of rain and some wind.  I was out jogging on the bridge within hours of her leaving, and although there was a lot of debris around, there was really no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to Orange County on Wednesday to the Embassy Ball.  I always enjoy this event so I'm actually looking forward to it.  It makes me miss So. Cal. though.  Especially because I'm tired of the hot and humidity.  The weather in Orange County is always perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-15083650283952660?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/15083650283952660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=15083650283952660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/15083650283952660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/15083650283952660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-to-report.html' title='Nothing to Report!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-7432876998964885189</id><published>2008-08-05T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:13:34.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise Exercise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjCSLIgCrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j9R_Oky6Ct0/s1600-h/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231144584672709298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjCSLIgCrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j9R_Oky6Ct0/s400/Sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another shot of my view the other morning while I ran the bridge. How can you not love this to wake up to!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-7432876998964885189?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/7432876998964885189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=7432876998964885189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7432876998964885189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/7432876998964885189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunrise-exercise.html' title='Sunrise Exercise!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjCSLIgCrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j9R_Oky6Ct0/s72-c/Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-8610678859190332773</id><published>2008-08-05T16:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:11:43.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize it has been a month since my last post, but it has been a month of madness for me. The day I returned home from NYC, Alex arrived for a week. We did both work and play, and it was nice to have a friend to play with even for a short time. Once she left, I worked three 11 hour days then left for California for 10 days for one of my major programs of the year. It had been my 'baby' for several months and it was nice to finally have it come to fruition, even if it was a lot of work. I had a great time, loved the weather, and would love it if they would move the office to Orange County! We did get to spend all Sunday at the pool at the hotel's pool party. We acted a little crazy and danced around to DJ, it's quite a unique relationship I have with my boss and other girl in my office! I'm home now, but back to madness preparing for the next program. I'm most happy when I'm busy, but do love a little break too! =-) It is very hot here in Miami right now, so spending my days inside is the best thing anyway. I'm home for a couple weeks then head to Las Vegas, home for a week then head to Orange County. So there's not a lot of rest, and certainly just enough time for my internal clock to get back on schedule each way before I have to change 3 hours again.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8tpUgyqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZLdXHU6QHxY/s1600-h/P7170202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8uEHYhnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/M4ib0TMU0k4/s1600-h/P7170203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8uZaUhdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mBSF9ODl4u8/s1600-h/P7130192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8ulm02XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kvJGbGCp3DI/s1600-h/P7130191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8vO8QjlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TbXGz9mEepE/s1600-h/P7130190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8tpUgyqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZLdXHU6QHxY/s1600-h/P7170202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8uEHYhnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/M4ib0TMU0k4/s1600-h/P7170203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8uZaUhdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mBSF9ODl4u8/s1600-h/P7130192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8ulm02XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kvJGbGCp3DI/s1600-h/P7130191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi8vO8QjlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TbXGz9mEepE/s1600-h/P7130190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231142361552884178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjAQxXbkdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rBKfnQ_K81U/s400/One+Eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Alee's 'one-eye' as she broke her sunglasses! We HAD to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231139904951150418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi-Bxz751I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1Sg3tb5bmYk/s400/P7130192.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course I spent a few hours at Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231139915605003218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi-CZgAy9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oapMJfVPX2Q/s400/P7130190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I told Isabelle I would take a picture of Dumbo for her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231142351160681730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjAQKpvJQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4fhQIl31vFk/s400/P7130199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fireworks over the castle at Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231139924220765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi-C5mK5sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-du8GUPUcpM/s400/P7150201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina del Rey, view from my balcony at the Ritz Carlton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231139934677025362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi-DgjIwlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cy21h9BJ8xY/s400/P7190206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View of the pool/hottub from my balcony at Ritz Carlton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231139930559105554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJi-DRNWShI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hWk2ItRYXDA/s400/P7170202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Suzanne at Venice Beach, such a lovely place . . . NOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231142357623038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjAQiue41I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YSXEInjx044/s400/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little of our craziness at the pool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143182398068770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjBAjQLGCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/08_s9EBJB6k/s400/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the "boss man" at our event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-8610678859190332773?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/8610678859190332773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=8610678859190332773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8610678859190332773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/8610678859190332773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/08/month-of-madness.html' title='A Month of Madness!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SJjAQxXbkdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rBKfnQ_K81U/s72-c/One+Eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6741826423827245196</id><published>2008-07-11T10:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:06:43.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd03Ujr1nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/D5EAyuUCk7E/s1600-h/P6270189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd03ymCs-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KgXjN0H44M4/s1600-h/P6290190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770794782340066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd03ymCs-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KgXjN0H44M4/s200/P6290190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from my week in NYC. It was a busy week, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XY-_hJI/AAAAAAAAADg/va5Vazv3mko/s1600-h/PIC_0063%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770238151853202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XY-_hJI/AAAAAAAAADg/va5Vazv3mko/s200/PIC_0063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but what's new. I look forward every year to this event as I love to wake up early and run across the Brooklyn Bridge. Which I did every morning I was there, most days before 6AM! The sun is just coming up over the city and it is such a beautiful view. You also have a great view of the Statue of &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XLfjX9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZDNtcIrotGs/s1600-h/Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770234530324434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XLfjX9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZDNtcIrotGs/s200/Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liberty from there. Like all of you, it is nice to be reminded of our freedom and be grateful for our circumstances. I tried to imagine being on a boat for weeks and coming upon NYC and feeling &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0X3JGhHI/AAAAAAAAADo/23xlTkUNw5E/s1600-h/P6250188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770246247318642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0X3JGhHI/AAAAAAAAADo/23xlTkUNw5E/s200/P6250188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;overwhelmed with excitement to begin a new life. What courage it must have taken all of those immigrants. I had a great view from my hotel room on the 25th floor, which would have been perfect to watch the fireworks over the bridge, but I was in the ballroom instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The competition was the best of the year! Such excellent dancing, it was a pleasure to watch and work. I'm back home now though and &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XXm7LBI/AAAAAAAAADY/HuexdbqUM0o/s1600-h/Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770237782469650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0XXm7LBI/AAAAAAAAADY/HuexdbqUM0o/s200/Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am still trying to find &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0YZjWgEI/AAAAAAAAADw/K-vHBzeTXSE/s1600-h/P6270189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221770255484223554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd0YZjWgEI/AAAAAAAAADw/K-vHBzeTXSE/s200/P6270189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bottom of my desk. SO much to do! Ahh! And I have to leave again in a week for LA for 10 days. I think I'm getting tired, really! Alee is here though so I'm hoping to pass some work to her. Have a good weekend!&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/7745357400909771980-6741826423827245196?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/6741826423827245196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=6741826423827245196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6741826423827245196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6741826423827245196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-york-city.html' title='New York City!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://bp2.blogger.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SHd03ymCs-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KgXjN0H44M4/s72-c/P6290190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-5317810469905484837</id><published>2008-07-03T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:58:27.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara's Travels Times Two?</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in NYC at an event and while sitting here on the dais I am connected to the internet, thus I'm playing and doing other work while I'm sitting here!  So I decided to try and check out my blog, but I couldn't remember my blog address as I don't have it bookmarked on my laptop.  I knew that the title of my blog though was Tara's Travels so I typed that in and guess what? There is another Tara with a blog named Tara's Travels.  Go check her out . . .she's not as exciting as me!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(As you know, my blog address is actually Tango-Tara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-5317810469905484837?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/5317810469905484837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=5317810469905484837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/5317810469905484837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/5317810469905484837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/07/taras-travels-times-two.html' title='Tara&apos;s Travels Times Two?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-3749727671575718996</id><published>2008-06-24T09:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:33:55.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballroom in Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was in Boston over the weekend for the Yankee Classic. Unfortunately, I spent A LOT of time in the ballroom and no time out sightseeing. Seeing as it was my first time to Boston, I was hoping for at least a few hours, but it wasn't happening. On Sunday I was working from 7:30 am until 9:30 pm with no break! One afternoon I literally escap&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGECuv7JXsI/AAAAAAAAACY/Lwlp6_-4-TQ/s1600-h/harvard+BIld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215452845633527490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGECuv7JXsI/AAAAAAAAACY/Lwlp6_-4-TQ/s200/harvard+BIld2.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed from the ballroom while things were very slow and put on my running clothes and ran up to Harvard. It was about 3 miles so I had to run pretty fast so I could see it, come back, put my dress back on, and act like I had never left! But it was nice to see the sights of MIT and Harvard and the scenery of the river. I did have some good scenery in the ballroom as Max (from DWTS) was judging over the weekend. I admit he was pretty gracious in taking photos with anyone that asked and giving autographs, etc. w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGECNz5mp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/o5Pn26cClUs/s1600-h/Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215452279765116834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGECNz5mp6I/AAAAAAAAACI/o5Pn26cClUs/s200/Max.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hich it seemed everyone wanted. But he would then turn around and roll his eyes at me. Some people are so stupid in the things they say, I would definitely do more than roll my eyes after hearing some of the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGEDOd-Mz3I/AAAAAAAAACg/XU4FSr7HOxs/s1600-h/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215453390570311538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGEDOd-Mz3I/AAAAAAAAACg/XU4FSr7HOxs/s200/Boston.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;silly stuff that comes out of people's mouths. Here are some pics and a little video. The sound is bad, keep in mind that I took it with my phone, but you can see what I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGEDOvrJs1I/AAAAAAAAACo/YUFP8hByW1E/s1600-h/Chalres+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215453395322254162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="117" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGEDOvrJs1I/AAAAAAAAACo/YUFP8hByW1E/s200/Chalres+River.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watched all day Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="245" height="193" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd81038ea162345d" 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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd81038ea162345d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331288398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D87FB09371270534CE79AB4BA307C9A5FD6D4B2D.2184EEC068C47F1A25E5A9B72EE891C65A4F7A07%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd81038ea162345d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN6z2j8jHfPCnnFyjypjBXWBikUs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="245" height="193" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd81038ea162345d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331288398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D87FB09371270534CE79AB4BA307C9A5FD6D4B2D.2184EEC068C47F1A25E5A9B72EE891C65A4F7A07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd81038ea162345d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN6z2j8jHfPCnnFyjypjBXWBikUs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-3749727671575718996?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd81038ea162345d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/3749727671575718996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=3749727671575718996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3749727671575718996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3749727671575718996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/ballroom-in-boston.html' title='Ballroom in Boston'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SGECuv7JXsI/AAAAAAAAACY/Lwlp6_-4-TQ/s72-c/harvard+BIld2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-975882232957755669</id><published>2008-06-17T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:23:20.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peacock in Miami???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFe6JyuLq1I/AAAAAAAAABo/6tDVTrtNvIM/s1600-h/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212839771101702994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFe6JyuLq1I/AAAAAAAAABo/6tDVTrtNvIM/s320/peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weirdest thing . . .I have a peacock that lives at my apartment. I really never expected to see a peacock in Miami, not that I know where I expect to see one. He/She lives in the trees in the front of our building. I often see him sitting on the wall in our driveway, as you see in the picture, just feet away from my car. It's a little shocking to pull around the corner and see that sitting there. Last night he was walking in the parking lot and stopped for the longest time at my car. I think he could see his reflection in it. I don't really like pets, so I'm glad this is as close to one as I get!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFe6KPZGxZI/AAAAAAAAABw/cKfwiqqIB7I/s1600-h/PEacock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212839778797929874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFe6KPZGxZI/AAAAAAAAABw/cKfwiqqIB7I/s320/PEacock2.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-975882232957755669?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/975882232957755669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=975882232957755669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/975882232957755669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/975882232957755669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/peacock-in-miami.html' title='A Peacock in Miami???'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFe6JyuLq1I/AAAAAAAAABo/6tDVTrtNvIM/s72-c/peacock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-4763915586350545463</id><published>2008-06-16T16:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:41:45.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Trip . . .</title><content type='html'>I made a quick trip to Texas over the weekend. No work involved!! I flew in Thu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbMYOElbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3VheuRIx6TU/s1600-h/P6060184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578335194180610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbMYOElbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3VheuRIx6TU/s200/P6060184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rsday night to Houston. Friday afternoon we drove over to San Antonio to see Amy, Ben &amp;amp; Isabelle. Then Saturday we drove BACK to Houston. And on Sunday I flew home. As always, it was too fast and there was little just hang-out time. But I can't pass up the moments to see my family. It was nice to spend Father's Day with my dad! And it was nice to be around nice Texas-folk, in wide-open spaces, and men in cowboy boots! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You'll notice the picture Isabelle took of her crazy mom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbOgHTCjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/30LqKFk-XJg/s1600-h/P6060187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212580669837970594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbOgHTCjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/30LqKFk-XJg/s200/P6060187.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbNYfSSa6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yt-VaHw8F3U/s1600-h/P6070188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212579439326686114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbNYfSSa6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yt-VaHw8F3U/s200/P6070188.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbM3GZPMNI/AAAAAAAAABI/GfsysRhJqAQ/s1600-h/P6060186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578865709265106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbM3GZPMNI/AAAAAAAAABI/GfsysRhJqAQ/s200/P6060186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-4763915586350545463?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/4763915586350545463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=4763915586350545463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4763915586350545463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4763915586350545463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-trip.html' title='A Quick Trip . . .'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFbMYOElbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3VheuRIx6TU/s72-c/P6060184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6221450386696726826</id><published>2008-06-11T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:18:14.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning in Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFAy8zOQApI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dWY6GQ2b62I/s1600-h/Miami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210720788991181458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFAy8zOQApI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dWY6GQ2b62I/s320/Miami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you all know that I jog in the mornings. Usually it is just around my 'neighborhood'. I look forward though to Saturdays when I go over to the Biscayne Bay Bridge for my 3.6 mile, double-round-trip jog. Although it is a good workout, the best part of the experience is the view. On one side is the city and port (on weekends there are usually 5-6 cruise boats docked there) and the other side is the ocean looking toward Key Biscayne. I LOVE the scenery and always feel energized after my weekend runs. Since I won't be home this weekend, I decided to get up early (5:45) and make the short trip over to the bridge. This morning was a beautiful sunrise over the ocean onto the city. Plus the view also included about 100 men on racing bikes! =-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-6221450386696726826?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/6221450386696726826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=6221450386696726826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6221450386696726826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/6221450386696726826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-in-miami.html' title='Morning in Miami'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SFAy8zOQApI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dWY6GQ2b62I/s72-c/Miami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-3373546640469827726</id><published>2008-06-09T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:50:00.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday by the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SE1DENAL4sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O9ZUiwpTwYw/s1600-h/P5310183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209894083426509506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SE1DENAL4sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O9ZUiwpTwYw/s320/P5310183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SE1DEdAL4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-FAGicOVB6U/s1600-h/P5310182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209894087721476818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SE1DEdAL4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-FAGicOVB6U/s320/P5310182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took a couple of hours to relax. My usual weekends are filled with errands, cleaning, Target shopping, birthday/holiday shopping, etc. etc. Since I'm gone a lot of weekends, the list of things to do while I AM home can get pretty long. Pretty soon there is no weekend, it's just more work. But yesterday, thanks to my friends on South Beach, I visited their pool for a 'picnic'. It was hot, but there was a nice breeze. And I'm always reminded of what a beautiful city Miami is when I'm sitting there at their pool.&lt;/div&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/7745357400909771980-3373546640469827726?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/3373546640469827726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=3373546640469827726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3373546640469827726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3373546640469827726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-by-sea.html' title='Sunday by the Sea'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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/_6qqdeDxx6m8/SE1DENAL4sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/O9ZUiwpTwYw/s72-c/P5310183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-4402905764160807108</id><published>2008-06-09T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:40:26.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE WATCHER</title><content type='html'>As you may, or may not, know, I'm an avid movie watcher.  On the weekends that I'm home, I sometimes see up to 3 movies at the theater in a weekend.  I guess it's my 'escape' out of my every day life.  I regularly go to AMC theaters, where I have a 'movie watcher card' where you get 2 points for every ticket you buy.  You get free popcorn, drinks, tickets, etc. as you build points.  My point total as of this weekend was 606 points!  So you can see how many movies I see at AMC theaters alone!  So I am going to keep a running total here on my blog of my points and the last 6 movies that I have seen.  I will give them my personal rating in case anyone is looking for an opinion before seeing a movie themselves: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;=-) &lt;/span&gt;I LIKED it, a definite must see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=-l&lt;/span&gt;  It was OK, depends on your personal likes/dislikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;=-(&lt;/span&gt; Don't waste your money!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-4402905764160807108?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/4402905764160807108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=4402905764160807108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4402905764160807108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/4402905764160807108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-watcher.html' title='MOVIE WATCHER'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</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-7745357400909771980.post-3863174850287075540</id><published>2008-06-07T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:57:53.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850964914026&amp;amp;site=widget-6a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850964914026&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/p1/1801439850964914026/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850964914026&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/p2/1801439850964914026/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1801439850964914026&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6a.slide.com/p4/1801439850964914026/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745357400909771980-3863174850287075540?l=tango-tara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/feeds/3863174850287075540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745357400909771980&amp;postID=3863174850287075540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3863174850287075540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745357400909771980/posts/default/3863174850287075540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tango-tara.blogspot.com/2008/06/blackpool.html' title='Blackpool'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499777604309439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745357400909771980.post-6801443614474297039</id><published>2008-06-07T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:58:34.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>International Blogger!</title><content type='html'>So. . . it's official . . .I finally have a place to post my life! Amy had been at me for a while to do this and I told her if she would set it up for me, I would do it.  In the meantime, Sarah also felt the need and got me going.  Thanks Sarah!  I expect it will take me some time to figure out how to do it, but then everyone can keep up with me!  I know I am not the best at "keeping in touch", so perhaps this is the best way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned the beginning of this week from Blackpool, England.  I was there for the Open British Championships.  While these are not the world championships, where only two couples from each country are allowed to compete, this event has become the dancers world championships since anyone and everyone is invited to compete.  In one event there were over 500 couples from around the world.  My time is spent mostly watching and staying up on the current gossip.  Which leaves a lot of free time.  UNFORTUNATELY, Blackpool is like the armpit of England.  It is typical England overcast, grey, rainy, cold plus dirty, nasty, boring and full of ugly people.  I know that sounds harsh, but if you had to spend over a week there, you would have the same opinion.  Strangely enough, it has one of the most beautiful, and largest, ballrooms I have ever seen.  So for one week a year, the town is full of beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Starbucks there now, so many hours were spent there drinking and talking to pass the time.  This year I was with all four of my bosses.  The two guys from Dance Beat and then my boss and his boss from Arthur Murray.  Good thing I had no desire to go wild there.  I had a great time as always with Keith, Didio, and this year Tom at our nightly dinners and then into the ballroom.  I've posted some pictures of my time there.  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