<?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-19606320</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:07:16.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Precious.  And God.  And the Bible.</title><subtitle type='html'>I write when I have time or when I'm bored.  Mostly when I'm bored.  Enjoy.  Or don't.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-8889104329318253766</id><published>2007-10-07T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:19:28.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Life</title><content type='html'>Please keep finding ways to fuck me over.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8889104329318253766?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8889104329318253766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8889104329318253766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8889104329318253766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8889104329318253766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-life.html' title='Oh, Life'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-3873638141262966860</id><published>2007-09-08T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:13:11.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some lotion</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been MONTHS!  Things have been happening, like they always do.  I'm currently living in Portland and I'll be sticking around here for awhile.  After much thought, I decided to give Portland another try and I'm pretty happy with my decision.  I've made some AMAZING friends this summer and I'm really looking forward to developing those friendships.  Plus, Ez has decided to stick around too!  Now all the rest of you guys need to relocate so I have all my bestest friends here.  Get on it guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Carousel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/carousel.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are young at heart and a truly playful person. No one would ever accuse you of taking life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely in things for the fun. You find joy easily, and you are often building up anticipation for your next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to want to be babied and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be a bit high maintenance, you are incredibly loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is simple and satisfying. Each day you treat yourself to something you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of emotional attachments, and experiences are extra vivid to you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be nostalgic and sentimental. The past is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable around all living things, you have a special connection to animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are whimsical, free spirited, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;Even if your schemes seem a bit strange, they usually work out wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are spoiled, demanding, and impossible to satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to act like a brat if you aren't getting your way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the scary rides better.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Yellow Crayon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors.&lt;br /&gt;You have a thoughtful and wise way about you. Some people might even consider you a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write more, but I've got to get going to a class to get my liquor license card thingy.  I'm sure I'm in for a very boring morning.  Afterwards I get to teach kiddies a dance routine.  At least that will be fun and I get paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call people.  I'd love to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-3873638141262966860?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3873638141262966860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3873638141262966860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3873638141262966860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3873638141262966860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-some-lotion.html' title='I need some lotion'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8154254466495408301</id><published>2007-07-11T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:28:13.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's been a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been spending any time on the internet 'cause we don't usually get it in our apartment, but for some reason it works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in Portland and everything is going well.  I'm really enjoying my job and living in NW.  It's been great spending time with old friends and meeting gobs of new ones.  I'll try to post a reasonable update when time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, check out my new favorite band Ronald Reagan.  They have a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Latte Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/latte.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to what you like, you have your own unique tastes. And people don't really understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are responsible, mature, and truly an adult. You're occasionally playful, but you find it hard to be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are complex and philosophical, but you are never arrogant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Latte Say About You?&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/19606320-8154254466495408301?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8154254466495408301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8154254466495408301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8154254466495408301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8154254466495408301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-3218281310169530064</id><published>2007-06-12T04:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:26:22.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't packing.  Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chardonnay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/chardonnay.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh, spirited, and classic - you have many facets to your personality.&lt;br /&gt;You can be sweet and light. Or deep and complex.&lt;br /&gt;You have a little bit of something to offer everyone... no wonder you're so popular.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable and never smug, you are easy to get to know (and love!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you are: Dependable and modest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partying style: Understated and polite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company is enjoyed best with: Cold or wild meat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Wine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Need Some Green in Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green will make you feel alive, renewed, and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;And with a little green, you will project an aura of peacefulness and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;If you want stability, you've got to get a little green in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine green with blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of green: It can promote jealousy in yourself or others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more green in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be drawn to a new life path&lt;br /&gt;You will feel free to pursue new ideas and interests, no matter how strange&lt;br /&gt;You will be released from the demands and concerns of others&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Psyche!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/psyche.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternally in search of purpose and insight.&lt;br /&gt;You're curious and creative with a total sense of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Totally empathetic, you pick up on other's moods easily.&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure to pamper yourself as well!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Red Wine Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrinkingwomanareyouquiz/red-wine.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a big drinker, and when you do drink, you go for the best.&lt;br /&gt;You probably know a good deal about wines, and you know how to order a great bottle.&lt;br /&gt;When you drink too much, you tend to flirt - but only in a subtle, understated way.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date a man who's worldly and wise. He's got to be as sophisticated as you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrinkingwomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drinking Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a "red wine woman" last night.  Blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/pbj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really have a sweet tooth. If you go for dessert, you tend to go for something light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food tends to be modern and cutting edge. Of all your friends, you are usually the first one to try a new food or restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to a class that's all your own. You resist rules and traditions of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and extremely easygoing. You never make a fuss, and you try to enjoy every moment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?&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/19606320-3218281310169530064?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3218281310169530064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3218281310169530064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3218281310169530064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3218281310169530064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-isnt-packing-part-two.html' title='This isn&apos;t packing.  Part Two'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-402980871529859686</id><published>2007-05-31T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:48:27.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>Guess who showed up to work 4 hours early this morning??  That's right. . .Me!  How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I could've slept in. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-402980871529859686?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/402980871529859686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=402980871529859686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/402980871529859686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/402980871529859686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8327332376137388040</id><published>2007-05-31T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:29:15.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Jeopardy!  Call me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Really Know Your State Capitols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/capitol.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got 20 State Capitols Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're either a geography buff... or you have an excellent memory.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/"&gt;Do You Know Your State Capitols?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life is Like The Princess Bride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/bride.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is like a fairy tale - albeit a fairly twisted one.You believe romance is all about loyalty, fate, and a good  big of goofy fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your love style: Idealistic yet quirky&lt;br /&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Perfectly romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I was sleeping.  I have to be at work in t-minus 6.5 hours.  Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to hear back from my doctor this week, but I still haven't.  If they don't call before I'm out of work tomorrow, I'll be dropping them a line.  Somedays I just hurt so badly and I need to know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody's doing great.  Send your love and prayers to Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8327332376137388040?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8327332376137388040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8327332376137388040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8327332376137388040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8327332376137388040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-on-jeopardy-call-me.html' title='Come on Jeopardy!  Call me!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-1461525939054068171</id><published>2007-05-24T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:06:05.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>This morning I spent over an hour at my lovely doctor's office undergoing a battery of tests to determine if I am the lucky recipient of Rhumatoid Arthritis.  I had a through physical exam, x-rays on both knees, and about 10 different blood tests.  All that hell = $441!  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should find out the results of the bloodwork tomorrow and the x-rays by next week.  Wish me luck folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-1461525939054068171?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/1461525939054068171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=1461525939054068171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1461525939054068171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1461525939054068171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-6062518478633819938</id><published>2007-05-20T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:14:10.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sleepy</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things on my mind. I don't think I'll discuss them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To distract myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 73% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Bird is a Vulture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/vulture.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always changing your life and the lives of those around you.You aren't afraid to move on from what holds you back.Energetic and powerful, you have a nearly unlimited capacity for success.You know how to "go with the flow" and take advantage of what is given to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerbirdquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Bird?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't eat meat, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Definitely a Hot Chick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouahotchickquiz/attractive.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While your little black book isn't as thick as Paris Hilton's...You get the most dates of any girl you knowIt's your whole five star package that attracts men -Your looks, your charm, and your ability tie a cherry with your tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You A Hot Chick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chance You'll Live to 100: 77%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/willyouliveto100quiz/100.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;100 is looking pretty likely for you right now. You've made your health a priority.So kick back, keep doing what you're doing, and enjoy the great life you've made for yourself.And you might get to see what the world is like 70, 80, or even 90 years from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt; You Live to 100?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get a sweet retirement plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love is Represented by a Yellow Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You primarily express your love through friendship and caring.This doesn't mean your romantic relationships are platonic - they just start that way.You need a lot of freedom in relationships. So if you do happen to send roses, they don't mean much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Laetitia Casta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/laetitia-casta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curvy, beautiful, and wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Victoria's Secret Angel Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Atheist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/atheist.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God? No thanks. You're not buying into any religion. They're all bunk to you. You rather focus on what you know is true.You may be a passive non-believer or a rabid atheist activist.But one thing is for sure... no one's going to make you go to church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You an Atheist, Agnostic or a Believer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Rapper Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/rappernamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous Wino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rappernamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Rapper Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New York City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/newyork.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the energetic, ambitious type.And only NYC is fast enough for you.Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer careerOr simply take in all the city has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's good 'cause I'm movin' there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that'll do it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-6062518478633819938?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/6062518478633819938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=6062518478633819938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6062518478633819938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6062518478633819938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m sleepy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-3311510935567091909</id><published>2007-05-15T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:00:29.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was checking out the website for the workshop I did last summer in Port Townsend and I discovered these pictures from the workshop.  Looking at them reminds me of the wonderful time I had and pumps me up for the fun I'll have this summer.  I hope you like them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos by Keven Elliff and Steve Mullensky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMqDethuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jsDEQtZo2Y0/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064733910071346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMqDethuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jsDEQtZo2Y0/s400/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole group in front of the school house.  I'm there, I promise.  If you really care, I'm sitting down in the front just left of center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMhDethtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d4Jp66xNT5E/s1600-h/Trombones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064733755452524242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMhDethtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d4Jp66xNT5E/s400/Trombones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My adorable trombone buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMTTethsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J_hi5zxfhtE/s1600-h/Blakey+Combo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064733519229322946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMTTethsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J_hi5zxfhtE/s400/Blakey+Combo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benny working with the Art Blakey Combo.  My good friend Dave Speranza is on the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMKDethrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/HLr_hj7Yac8/s1600-h/Benny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064733360315532978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMKDethrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/HLr_hj7Yac8/s400/Benny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benny writing out a chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMBjethqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ReIsMRkHD5k/s1600-h/Derrick,+Herman,+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064733214286644898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMBjethqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ReIsMRkHD5k/s400/Derrick,+Herman,+and+Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derrick, Herman, and Ian, all members of the Blakey Combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmL0TethpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LvIkGzEG1bM/s1600-h/Cohort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732986653378194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmL0TethpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LvIkGzEG1bM/s400/Cohort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The old guy who sang a song about pot, Kurt Elling, and Steve Christofferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLoTethoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Ni8LrHEtWtA/s1600-h/Moanin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732780494947970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLoTethoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Ni8LrHEtWtA/s400/Moanin%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember this exact moment.  This is during Benny's solo on "Moanin'" with Jiggs Whigham, Terrell Stafford, Steve Wilson, and Jeff Clayton in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLcjethnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HwZ49r0uZCw/s1600-h/George+Cables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732578631485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLcjethnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HwZ49r0uZCw/s400/George+Cables.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cutest picture of George Cables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLTjethmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rPh5jqfe_54/s1600-h/Ingrid+and+Gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732424012662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLTjethmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/rPh5jqfe_54/s400/Ingrid+and+Gary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ingrid Jensen, Gary Smulyan, and John Clayton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLJTethlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HkdZ6d2loG8/s1600-h/Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732247919003218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmLJTethlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HkdZ6d2loG8/s400/Jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon Wikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmKozethjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pCzl17FzvHM/s1600-h/Dee+and+Steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064731689573254706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmKozethjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pCzl17FzvHM/s400/Dee+and+Steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve Christofferson and Dee Daniels.  That's me in the background : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064732011695801922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmK7jethkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DQVaQOuJCAg/s400/Tamir.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tamir Hendelman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734073280104178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMzjethvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/fKX3Yq0jXLc/s400/Poncho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Members of the Poncho Sanchez band.  Those are my friends Francisco Torres (trombone) and Javier Vergara (saxophone).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734219308992258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmM8DethwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/rdmQYvbnygc/s400/Francisco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poncho and Francisco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734541431539490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmNOzethyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/sj2blhX-5os/s400/Benny+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benny playing solo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734403992586002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmNGzethxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4uyIfex8LeU/s400/Benny+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't remember what ballad he played.  He also played "Love You Madly," but I think this was the ballad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734696050362162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmNXzethzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jbokv-_yfBc/s400/dee+and+benny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benny and Dee Daniels doing a great version of "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man."  I was crying folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064734859259119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmNhTeth0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/S4kE9MJ-Ths/s400/benny+and+nancy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My beautiful Nancy King with Benny doing "We'll be Together Again" (it was my request).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064735005288007506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmNpzeth1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/onMLU3hZgZ0/s400/Trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benny with Nancy King, Kurt Elling, and Dee Daniels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-3311510935567091909?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3311510935567091909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3311510935567091909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3311510935567091909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3311510935567091909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-found-some-pictures.html' title='I found some pictures'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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/_iKbfqCMigno/RkmMqDethuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jsDEQtZo2Y0/s72-c/Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-5573976642650167704</id><published>2007-05-15T03:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:17:42.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>Know any good rheumatologists?  I'm looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working A TON!  I really like my jobs, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write when I'm rested/not incredibly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/stupid-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 questions right!&lt;br /&gt;While acing this quiz doesn't prove you're a genius, you're at least pretty darn smart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoustupidquiz/"&gt;Are You Stupid?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-5573976642650167704?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/5573976642650167704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=5573976642650167704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5573976642650167704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5573976642650167704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-2228705106855733258</id><published>2007-05-04T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:20:01.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to get up in three hours.</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's the middle of the night and I'm awake, wide awake.  I feel as though I've been neglecting my friends, even if it's just reading blogs, returning phone calls, or sending little facebook messages.  It's tough being in a place where I don't have anyone.  Yes, my mom is here, and it's nice spending time with her, but I need my friends.  God, I can't wait to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to a sneak preview of "Year of the Dog" starring Molly Shannon.  I really liked the movie.  There were so many adorable dogs in the film and the whole time I was thinking that I needed a dog to cuddle up with.  Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have more to say, but my brain is numbed from exhaustion.  I really need a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well.  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Hairstyle:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwomenshairstyleisrightforyouquiz/heavy-bangs.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Bangs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwomenshairstyleisrightforyouquiz/"&gt;What Women's Hairstyle Is Right For You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, that's pretty much what my hair looks like.  Damn I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Cell Phone Etiquette is 9% Bad, 91% Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourcellphoneetiquettequiz/cellphone-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practically a cell phone saint. You never annoy the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should have phone manners as good as yours. And you sure wish they did!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourcellphoneetiquettequiz/"&gt;How's Your Cell Phone Etiquette?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-2228705106855733258?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/2228705106855733258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=2228705106855733258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2228705106855733258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2228705106855733258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-to-get-up-in-three-hours.html' title='I have to get up in three hours.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-6094355696188925748</id><published>2007-04-25T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:24:30.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write, but I'm working two jobs now and I haven't had the energy/time to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill ya'll in soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-6094355696188925748?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/6094355696188925748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=6094355696188925748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6094355696188925748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6094355696188925748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-1065418889259347599</id><published>2007-04-10T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:56:13.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Last night I hit the back of my head on a counter.  Now I have a bump.  It saddens me. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-1065418889259347599?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/1065418889259347599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=1065418889259347599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1065418889259347599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1065418889259347599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-137043114383481649</id><published>2007-04-09T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:54:30.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Update</title><content type='html'>The last several days have been busy to say the least.  I've been working a lot (thank god) and we've been super busy at the restaurant.  Yesterday I alone sold more than $3800 worth of pie.  That's a lot of pie folks.  Saturday I whipped at least 100 pies.  Now that I think of it, I didn't get to eat any pie.  Damnit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered at the Gene Harris Jazz Festival again this year.  The festival itself isn't so happenin', but it's the only thing in town.  I was ushering at the Thursday night concert.  And what I mean by ushering is, sitting next to the bar, talking with Becca and Dallas (the bartenders), and drinking free Diet Pepsi.  After a bunch of student groups played (snore), a piano trio played.  I can't tell you who they all were, except for Bruce Forman.  He's a great guitarist and super nice guy.  I met him at Port Townsend last summer and he remembered me : ).  After the piano trio, the Gordon Goodwin Big Phat Band played a long set.  They were a lot of fun.  The third trombonist is Francisco Torres, whom I met last year at the festival.  After the concert we hung out in the hotel bar with the rest of the band.  They were all nice guys and Gordon's wife Lisa was great!  It was fun hanging out with a bunch of musicians.  I don't get that luxury all that often anymore.  Yay for friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else??  Oh, I've been trying to practice a bunch.  I need to make my audition for Port Townsend by the end of the month.  Speaking of, I should probably get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Happy Being Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not anti-relationship. You just don't need one to be content.You find plenty of happiness from your life as it is.And if you find someone you love, then that's just icing on an already decadent cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Happy Being Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Index Finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are ambitious, driven, and capable.You aren't afraid to take responsibility for your actions - or place the blame on whoever deserves it.You are honest, free thinking, and objective. You see things in your own way - and you aren't afraid to let everyone know about it.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Thumb&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Ring Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not the middle finger : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-137043114383481649?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/137043114383481649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=137043114383481649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/137043114383481649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/137043114383481649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-update.html' title='Oh, Update'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-4984947717201429972</id><published>2007-04-05T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:45:38.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>I hate money!  Ahhh!  Why can't I just have enough income to pay for my expenses?  I feel like I'm drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-4984947717201429972?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/4984947717201429972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=4984947717201429972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4984947717201429972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4984947717201429972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8158392174608771955</id><published>2007-04-02T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:57:02.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!</title><content type='html'>I just registered for Port Townsend!!  Now I just have to practice so I can make my audition at the end of the month.  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my job confirmed for the children's theater this summer.  I'm glad I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to practice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8158392174608771955?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8158392174608771955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8158392174608771955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8158392174608771955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8158392174608771955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-news.html' title='Good News!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-4097696255848787299</id><published>2007-04-02T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:26:55.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>I can't wait until I can justify hiring an accountant!  I just finished my taxes.  Ugh!  It sucks having worked in 2 states with 3 employers.  Next year will be even worse with 3 states and probably 4 employers.  I have high hopes for 2008!  Stability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like everyone had a good time at Jazz Fest.  I'm glad to hear it.  I really wish I could've been there to party with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really liking my new job.  I hated hostessing at the Camelback, but I like it at Marie Callender's.  Everyone there is nice and there's a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm hurts.  I should really go to the chiropractor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hungry.  I'm gonna go eat now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply emotional and very connected to everything (and everyone) around you.&lt;br /&gt;By simply understanding other people, you are able to help them heal and let go.&lt;br /&gt;While you are a very deep and thoughtful person, you do have a very silly, superficial side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too blue: the weight of the world's problems hangs over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough blue: you lack perspective and understanding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Night Person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/night.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's nothing worse than having to get up and moving early.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you probably don't hit your peak until well after the sun has set.&lt;br /&gt;So if your struggling to make it on a normal schedule, realize it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;You just weren't meant to do anything during the day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/"&gt;Are You a Morning Person or Night Person?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Betty Grable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/betty-grable.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ulitmate girl next door&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect girl for most guys&lt;br /&gt;Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Pinup Are You?&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/19606320-4097696255848787299?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/4097696255848787299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=4097696255848787299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4097696255848787299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4097696255848787299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/04/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-1006290502693501992</id><published>2007-03-29T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T04:17:30.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Sounds Nice Right Now</title><content type='html'>This has been the week of good conversations. First Ez and I had a really good talk and then my mom and I had a heart to heart. It feels good to get stuff out there.  I've also talked to more friends in the past couple of days than I've talked to in weeks.  I guess I'm starting to pull out of my slump and beginning to feel social again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job at Marie Callender's.  I'm a hostess/cashier and believe it or not, I really like it!  The people there are really nice and not all 16-year olds as I feared.  Most of the guests are kind (quite a contrast from the Camelback) and treat us well.  I'm glad I have a job that keeps me busy.  I HATE being bored at work; time passes so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been up all night.  It's not so surprising since I pretty much slept all day yesterday.  I'm sure I'd be sleeping if I didn't have to be at work at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing all of you guys in Eau Claire this week.  I wish I could be there for JazzFest.  Make sure you have extra fun on my behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go make a pot of coffee, so I can get through my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-1006290502693501992?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/1006290502693501992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=1006290502693501992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1006290502693501992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1006290502693501992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/canada-sounds-nice-right-now.html' title='Canada Sounds Nice Right Now'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-2137945917558189188</id><published>2007-03-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:27:51.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to copy my sis</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Katie did this Johari Window thingy &amp;amp; I thought I'd fill one out. If you've got a minute, try it. I'd like to see what you think. &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Heather+Sessler"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Heather+Sessler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are well. I'll write soon. I'm way too tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-2137945917558189188?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/2137945917558189188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=2137945917558189188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2137945917558189188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2137945917558189188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-to-copy-my-sis.html' title='I like to copy my sis'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-6644621180770957646</id><published>2007-03-14T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:38:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think There's Something Wrong With Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I fell asleep on the couch at about 5:30pm, only to wake up at 8:30pm to go to my room.  I fell back asleep pretty quickly and woke up at 3:00 this afternoon!!  How the hell is that possible?  Maybe I have mono or something.  My mom wants me to call my doctor since all I want to do is sleep.  My doctor said that fatigue is the hardest part of pneumonia.  Boy was she right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I guess I should go to bed.  It's after 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-6644621180770957646?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/6644621180770957646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=6644621180770957646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6644621180770957646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6644621180770957646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title='I Think There&apos;s Something Wrong With Me'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-1144107308875882707</id><published>2007-03-11T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T04:34:49.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RfU6wpKwszI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H-4sUeVv8xk/s1600-h/maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040999965270258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RfU6wpKwszI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H-4sUeVv8xk/s400/maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so excited for Ez, that I have to write about his amazing experience. He went to go hear a great group of musicians including Brian Blade, Nicholas Payton, Chris Potter (and some others that I can't remember) at Dizzy's. He had to wait in the "no reservations" line, when he saw Maria Schneider just up a couple of feet in the "reservations" line. Anyway, to make a long story short, Ez struck up a conversation and she asked him to join her since her date couldn't make it. Ez got to sit with Maria for the whole show!!! It must be a sign. I run into her 9 days ago (and she remembered me by the way) when I was in the city and now Ez gets to hang with her. We're all going to be friends, I've decided. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to move to New York. There might even be a possibility to sublet our friend's apartment in the East Village while she's in Paris. She gets super low rent, so that would help a lot with finances for the first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching "Iron Chef America" battle breakfast. Mmmmmmm, breakfast. Maybe I'll make waffles. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there are a bunch of new quizzes. I shall take them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really messy. I'm not gross though. Nothing smells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Emotions in Check&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/emotions-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an incredibly stable and happy person.&lt;br /&gt;Ever consider being a therapist?&lt;br /&gt;You have figured out how to keep a positive outlook, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have an easier life than anyone else. You just have figured things out a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/"&gt;Can You Keep Your Emotions in Check?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Androgynous Name Is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/androgynousnamegenerator/andro.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emery Sidney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/androgynousnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Androgynous Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Average American Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/name.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty Marie Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Average American Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's name is Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-1144107308875882707?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/1144107308875882707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=1144107308875882707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1144107308875882707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1144107308875882707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-part-deux.html' title='Maria part deux'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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/_iKbfqCMigno/RfU6wpKwszI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H-4sUeVv8xk/s72-c/maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-8097974854334307672</id><published>2007-03-07T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:45:16.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Boise. . .</title><content type='html'>I got my driver's permit today. EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/yellow.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wise, insightful, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your wit is sharp and occasionally hurtful...&lt;br /&gt;Revealing your scorn for people with less intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you feel burdened by the stupidity of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's right in the world, but it's overshadowed by everything that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;People see you as arrogant. While this is partially true, you are also very sensitive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, they may be on to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scandinavian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/scandinaviannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brigit Ingrid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/scandinaviannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Scandinavian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!  I was actually pondering a move to Helsinki.  First I've gotta learn Finnish. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8097974854334307672?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8097974854334307672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8097974854334307672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8097974854334307672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8097974854334307672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/watch-out-boise.html' title='Watch out Boise. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-601312739717447348</id><published>2007-03-05T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:22:08.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep it brief.</title><content type='html'>I don't really like writing complete paragraphs.  Sometimes I don't even like sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to New York for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I walked nearly 10 miles on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won $25 tickets to "Wicked" on Saturday.  It was actually really good.  I miss doing theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my permit this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run to catch my flight in Phoenix.  Enough with the short layovers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Randy on Saturday!  Boy, did I miss that guy.  I miss all of my EC friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ivan Lins at the Blue Note.  He was fantastic!  Then I saw Maria Schneider as she was walking out.  I blurted out that my dream is to play in her band someday.  She talked to me for a couple of minutes and was super nice.  She said she'd keep her eye out for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manhattan School of Music's dorms have security like a prison.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the end of "Mad Hot Ballroom."  I really like that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just had knee surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to move to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-601312739717447348?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/601312739717447348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=601312739717447348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/601312739717447348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/601312739717447348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-keep-it-brief.html' title='I&apos;ll keep it brief.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8682183525190271365</id><published>2007-02-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:32:23.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news. . .</title><content type='html'>This may be a shcok to some of you, but I'm actually excited for the season premiere of "America's Next Top Model" tonight.  I understand that it's a stupid show hosted by a stupid woman (who incidently shares my birthday) that puts girls in stupid situations, but nevertheless I like it.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to do tonight.  I'm leaving for New York quite early in the morning and I'm still in the laundry phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  It's time to eat some taters.  I am in Idaho after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8682183525190271365?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8682183525190271365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8682183525190271365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8682183525190271365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8682183525190271365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-other-news.html' title='In other news. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-7229267639453889743</id><published>2007-02-27T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:22:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why I hate Idaho</title><content type='html'>I went to go get my driver's permit this morning (weird, I know) and they wouldn't let me 'cause I didn't have my birth certificate! I had my valid passport and social security card, but apparently that's not enough for the Idaho Department of Motor Vehicles. The lady was a bitch too. Now I'll have to wait until I get a copy of my birth certificate from the State of Oregon. Ahhh, Oregon. A state that actually makes sense. They gave me my permit sans birth certificate. I miss Oregon. Idaho sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some lovely quizzes to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Travel Horoscope for Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtravelhoroscopequiz/sagittarius.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you travel, you want to experience the journey as much as the destination.You want a vacation that really immerses you in a culture.&lt;br /&gt;You should travel:&lt;br /&gt;By train, across all of AsiaWith the Peace CorpsAs a foreign language teacherOn an around the world ticketSpending a few months in one place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtravelhoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Travel Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISFP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality type is caring, peaceful, artistic, and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 8% of all women and 6% of all menYou are Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I'm special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;You Are a Chocolate Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/chocolate-cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fun, comforting, and friendly.You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality.People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's not wedding cake!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-7229267639453889743?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/7229267639453889743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=7229267639453889743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/7229267639453889743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/7229267639453889743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-reason-why-i-hate-idaho.html' title='Another reason why I hate Idaho'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-5057754299767526008</id><published>2007-02-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:02:55.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni Mitchell</title><content type='html'>There's not much I enjoy more than a comfy chair, a cup of coffee, and good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;They're cutting down trees&lt;br /&gt;They're putting up reindeer&lt;br /&gt;And singing songs of joy and peace&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;br /&gt;But it don't snow here&lt;br /&gt;It stays pretty green&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a river so long&lt;br /&gt;I would teach my feet to fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;br /&gt;I made my baby cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried hard to help me&lt;br /&gt;You know, he put me at ease&lt;br /&gt;And he loved me so naughty&lt;br /&gt;Made me weak in the knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish and I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gone and lost the best baby&lt;br /&gt;That I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a river so long&lt;br /&gt;I would teach my feet to fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I made my baby say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;They're cutting down trees&lt;br /&gt;They're putting up reindeer&lt;br /&gt;And singing songs of joy and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I had a river&lt;br /&gt;I could skate away on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-5057754299767526008?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/5057754299767526008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=5057754299767526008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5057754299767526008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5057754299767526008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/joni-mitchell.html' title='Joni Mitchell'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-2436606157891929700</id><published>2007-02-19T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:35:45.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new everyday. . .</title><content type='html'>So, I just learned something pretty cool.  It appears that the Aladdin Theater in Portland was apparently the all-time longest exhibitor of "Deep Throat."  Who knew?  I've only been to like 100 concerts there.  I hope they've deep-cleaned since then.  Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% NYC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownycareyouquiz/nyc-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you are truly a New Yorker. You've seen it all, and you're more than a little cynical.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownycareyouquiz/"&gt;How NYC Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!!  For someone who hasn't officially lived there, it seems I know a thing or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 0% Homophobic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/gay.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, tolerant, and accepting.&lt;br /&gt;And you're not homophobic in the least :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/"&gt;Are You Homophobic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Destined to Rule the World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/destined-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for something else... &lt;br /&gt;Like inventing a new type of cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't have the stomach for brutality.&lt;br /&gt;But watch out - because many people do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined For World Domination?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventing cupcakes doesn't sound all that bad to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 73% Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: Extremely High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very sexy. You just have that certain something that takes over a room.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to attract, entice, and keep whoever you want. You are truly appealing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 12% California&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/cali-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bogus Californian. Go back to the East Coast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/"&gt;How California Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay.  I don't really like Cali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-2436606157891929700?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/2436606157891929700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=2436606157891929700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2436606157891929700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2436606157891929700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-new-everyday.html' title='Something new everyday. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8163024816148126676</id><published>2007-02-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:51:59.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets.</title><content type='html'>I don't want company over tonight, but I don't really have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done my "homework" for tomorrow and I don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird rash on my chest. Alicia said it's probably heat rash, a reaction to my medication, or my neverending illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ez is coming tomorrow to visit. My first friend since Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to New York with Alicia; it should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super-duper tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, he just put on country music and they're dancing.  He's singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8163024816148126676?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8163024816148126676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8163024816148126676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8163024816148126676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8163024816148126676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/snippets.html' title='Snippets.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8533949249967043669</id><published>2007-02-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:50:37.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross!!</title><content type='html'>My house smells like sausage.  I hate sausage.  I hated sausage even when I ate meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was just my mom and me, our house would never have smelled like sausage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8533949249967043669?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8533949249967043669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8533949249967043669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8533949249967043669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8533949249967043669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/gross.html' title='Gross!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8612192297973368879</id><published>2007-02-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:52:29.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in New York. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvkluhe2AI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T6hwzbtwhNc/s1600-h/skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029364745684047874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvkluhe2AI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T6hwzbtwhNc/s400/skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where we'll live. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029348029671331778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvVYuhe18I/AAAAAAAAAWw/r5EEPQt9i8k/s400/brooklyn+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029334659438139010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvJOehe1oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lfCPDC0IODA/s400/brooklyn+bridge+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to live under the Brooklyn Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A building like this is a little more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029445649983003010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwuK-he2YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/RD4R7erUsM4/s400/apartment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a room of my own like this, in which I will live for at least a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029451572742904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcwzjuhe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/EYM_EPYYqZo/s400/apartment+interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some clubs where we'll be playing. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029341806263719778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvPuehe12I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Kb39myIPdSo/s400/jalc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029341393946859346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvPWehe11I/AAAAAAAAAV4/C5p_DHUCJhI/s400/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029340431874184978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvOeehe1xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nWlEnnuPBSw/s400/birdland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029339001650075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvNLOhe1vI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tR4OcASLUBQ/s400/iridium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029328401670788562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvDiOhe1dI/AAAAAAAAAS4/M2NiwqkoeqM/s400/village+vanguard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029369719256176658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvpHOhe2BI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/WB93YYe2uDA/s400/blue+note+exterior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who I used to dream of playing with. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Bone Section of. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029330192672151074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvFKehe1iI/AAAAAAAAATg/FYR9s-aOlRM/s400/new+york+phil+bones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. . . the New York Philharmonic at. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029330085297968658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvFEOhe1hI/AAAAAAAAATY/iGPTqbHVPLI/s400/new+york+phil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Lincoln Center where the. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029316822438957778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu5AOhe0tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hL-tGBjLNH4/s400/lincoln+center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Metropolitan Opera performs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029337957973022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvMOehe1tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tOMn7_HEA2I/s400/metropolitan+opera+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I won't be playing trombone with the world's finest, I'll make sure I catch a performance every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who I want to play with now. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria Schneider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029394127555319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv_T-he2LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ShzzEQttb6M/s400/maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Orchestra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029334165516899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvIxuhe1nI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ixHOw-m4B5s/s400/maria+schneider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Courtney and Ez Jazz Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029387951392348322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv5sehe2KI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8yozXt4jst8/s400/courtney+and+ez+jazz+orchestra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where I will play. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029328775332943330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvD3-he1eI/AAAAAAAAATA/svhFqSwm_EU/s400/trumpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just like my mentor. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingrid Jensen&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029327551267263922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvCwuhe1bI/AAAAAAAAASo/9jmzPDOV7S8/s400/ingrid+and+jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jon Wikan (her husband)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid, Jon and I will hang out with our good friend. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029376763002542114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvvhOhe2CI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2VwPKUlUIhk/s400/benny+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And when we're hungry we might eat at. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvxaehe2EI/AAAAAAAAAao/GLSr1ylDyMg/s1600-h/mamoun"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029378846061680706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvxaehe2EI/AAAAAAAAAao/GLSr1ylDyMg/s400/mamoun%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvxFuhe2DI/AAAAAAAAAag/yDQychG9yew/s1600-h/mamoun"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029378489579395122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvxFuhe2DI/AAAAAAAAAag/yDQychG9yew/s400/mamoun%27s+2.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;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummmm! All vegetarian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029323990739375458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu_hehe1WI/AAAAAAAAASA/LQh7gh8TyKE/s400/zen+palate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvzhuhe2FI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z2ugRnfrFJY/s1600-h/vynl+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029381169638987858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvzhuhe2FI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z2ugRnfrFJY/s400/vynl+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029382299215386738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv0jehe2HI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0kMWEL98asY/s400/vynl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029323290659706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu-4uhe1UI/AAAAAAAAARw/hSWQMYWBce4/s400/vynl+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029322676479382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu-U-he1TI/AAAAAAAAARo/V4Bu_nFXhRs/s400/vynl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And for dessert. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029331691615737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvGhuhe1kI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ej8eCPfNDgk/s400/magnolia+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; . . . cupcakes from Magnolia's Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How we'll get there. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029315542538703362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu31uhe0gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1sif1T4cPRQ/s400/empty+train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv2z-he2II/AAAAAAAAAbI/tDMVoAatne0/s1600-h/metrocard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029384781706483842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv2z-he2II/AAAAAAAAAbI/tDMVoAatne0/s400/metrocard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv3Mehe2JI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fKg1cgdmsN0/s1600-h/subway+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029385202613278866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcv3Mehe2JI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/fKg1cgdmsN0/s400/subway+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029426073522067730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwcXehe2RI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BYI1-VzOxSs/s400/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029456469005621666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcw4Auhe2aI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wkqKyZEfgSE/s400/walk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029324892682507650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvAV-he1YI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Q_qfaHlafM/s400/walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I need to "get away". . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029337296548058818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvLn-he1sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/v0KQBhZQbuo/s400/central+park+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcviquhe19I/AAAAAAAAAZw/2wIdneHGAXw/s1600-h/central+park+in+winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029362632560138194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcviquhe19I/AAAAAAAAAZw/2wIdneHGAXw/s400/central+park+in+winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029336639418062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvLBuhe1rI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ls_w2-1JfhE/s400/central+park+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029335853439047314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvKT-he1pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rIIgqj4dcSs/s400/central+park+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029314954128183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3Tehe0aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RyM4OGW_rkY/s400/central+park+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029314636300603762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3A-he0XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fe4Usk24tMg/s400/central+park+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029314863933870482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3OOhe0ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kEpmjnG-gbE/s400/central+park+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029314760854655362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3IOhe0YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fFYl8lmqPLk/s400/central+park+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some "culture". . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvUnehe17I/AAAAAAAAAWo/H8DvgCDlQxk/s1600-h/guggenheim+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029347183562774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvUnehe17I/AAAAAAAAAWo/H8DvgCDlQxk/s400/guggenheim+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Guggenheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029332438940046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvHNOhe1lI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Gaj6xzCnyxQ/s400/moma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MoMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029317621302874962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu5uuhe01I/AAAAAAAAAJc/I4Z5VLA3KOA/s400/metropolitan+museum+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Metropolitan Museum of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029321830370825458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu9juhe1PI/AAAAAAAAARI/mxpiqMYHPS8/s400/alvin+ailey+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Alvin Ailey Dance Troupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029313910451130610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu2Wuhe0PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y2_gdMfovio/s400/carnegie+hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Carnegie Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029438889704479058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwoBehe2VI/AAAAAAAAAds/83f4qijzNhA/s400/sunday+in+the+park+with+george.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theater. This is "Sunday in the Park with George"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A few more things I'm looking forward to. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a city that doesn't go to bed at 9 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029427662659967266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcwdz-he2SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_D4ebP2k5RM/s400/new+york+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a dog and walking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvF0uhe1jI/AAAAAAAAATo/wub5b9IYx9U/s1600-h/dog+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029330918521624114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvF0uhe1jI/AAAAAAAAATo/wub5b9IYx9U/s400/dog+walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owning a beautiful piano someday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029428998394796338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwfBuhe2TI/AAAAAAAAAdc/d4Sed48A628/s400/steinway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Going on Dorothy Parker walking tours. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029430274000083266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwgL-he2UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ggoT2HkyGpU/s400/dorothy+parker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a city with a rich musical history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvEQehe1fI/AAAAAAAAATI/HAv3y7xcmrk/s1600-h/jazz+musicians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029329196239738354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvEQehe1fI/AAAAAAAAATI/HAv3y7xcmrk/s400/jazz+musicians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Seth. In diners. With Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvDIehe1cI/AAAAAAAAASw/5P5IrOG1kYg/s1600-h/seth+with+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029327959289157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvDIehe1cI/AAAAAAAAASw/5P5IrOG1kYg/s400/seth+with+bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading the Times every morning (at least on Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029423543786330322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwaEOhe2NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/M3hRZ6cRxv8/s400/the+times.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining a yoga studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu_4ehe1XI/AAAAAAAAASI/MB04Muj3-i8/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029324385876366706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu_4ehe1XI/AAAAAAAAASI/MB04Muj3-i8/s400/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking out a book at the New York Public Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029424535923775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcwa9-he2OI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aa8TGQmWm_8/s400/new+york+public+library+exterior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029424686247631090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwbGuhe2PI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m1vQyWHLAiE/s400/new+york+public+library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better yet, I'll become friends with Sarah Vowell and she will read her books to me in that awesome voice of hers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029422985440581826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcwZjuhe2MI/AAAAAAAAAck/vMXNwxtcBII/s400/sarah+vowell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu4TOhe0lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3jFFpo_md7M/s1600-h/iaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping at Fairwary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu4AOhe0iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/R1qOWUlaU44/s1600-h/grand+central.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029315624143082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu36ehe0hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ObbKjL78qxs/s400/fairwary+market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3qehe0eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c8Ug_OsyCmY/s1600-h/dog+walking+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu3lOhe0dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SN7KaJ4CBhQ/s1600-h/dog+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And most of all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029342136976201586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RcvQBuhe13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/rHILr1rI7m0/s400/dunkin+donuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu2qOhe0TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7H6wqv0XOuU/s1600-h/central+park+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu2lehe0SI/AAAAAAAAAFE/160q8VXFHrI/s1600-h/central+park+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu2g-he0RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q4HBIc4XLME/s1600-h/central+park+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu2buhe0QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cLW8sct0f5I/s1600-h/central+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcu10uhe0II/AAAAAAAAAD0/A4UxRpI9b5E/s1600-h/alvin+ailey.jpg"&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&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/19606320-8612192297973368879?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8612192297973368879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8612192297973368879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8612192297973368879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8612192297973368879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-in-new-york.html' title='Life in New York. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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/_iKbfqCMigno/Rcvkluhe2AI/AAAAAAAAAaI/T6hwzbtwhNc/s72-c/skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-8282574623764608534</id><published>2007-02-05T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:32:30.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>I finally went to the doctor after being sick for nearly 3 weeks.  I have the pneumonia.  Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon now that I have 3 different prescriptions and I'm not allowed to do anything until next Monday.  It's kinda fun having an inhaler again.  I feel as though I was back in second grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone in EC is handling the cold alright.  You guys are pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8282574623764608534?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8282574623764608534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8282574623764608534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8282574623764608534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8282574623764608534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-3013483379583020090</id><published>2007-01-13T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:07:19.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Michael Brecker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ram6dtvb3pI/AAAAAAAAADk/ML-m4PRGYj0/s1600-h/brecker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ram6N9vb3oI/AAAAAAAAADc/ard_IgA_Ang/s1600-h/brecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019748008755715714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ram6N9vb3oI/AAAAAAAAADc/ard_IgA_Ang/s320/brecker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our thoughts are with your family. You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-3013483379583020090?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3013483379583020090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3013483379583020090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3013483379583020090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3013483379583020090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-in-peace-michael-brecker.html' title='Rest in Peace Michael Brecker'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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/_iKbfqCMigno/Ram6N9vb3oI/AAAAAAAAADc/ard_IgA_Ang/s72-c/brecker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-6699629938679039983</id><published>2007-01-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:07:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't packing.</title><content type='html'>Some of the places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hometown Portland, OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019722204592201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramiv9vb3aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bg70hMt0iXA/s320/portland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boise, Idaho.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramjvdvb3dI/AAAAAAAAABM/IT5GwTHbDs0/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019723295513894354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramjvdvb3dI/AAAAAAAAABM/IT5GwTHbDs0/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eau Claire, Wisconsin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019722569664421298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RamjFNvb3bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cDL1Rna27Es/s320/eau+claire.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019722848837295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RamjVdvb3cI/AAAAAAAAABE/mDqnLlsVCNE/s320/desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where I will make my new home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019724051428138466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramkbdvb3eI/AAAAAAAAABU/rp5utp7HEQ0/s320/nyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things I love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019725391457934834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramlpdvb3fI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gm6Cn2wdO5o/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019725842429500930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RammDtvb3gI/AAAAAAAAABk/6T6aFypJltw/s320/woody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libraries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019726323465838098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rammftvb3hI/AAAAAAAAABs/3hJ8HoyEUUQ/s320/library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Columbia River Gorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019726645588385314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rammydvb3iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/C2jPf8wnLII/s320/columbia+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Miles Davis and the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019728264791055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RamoQtvb3jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OkJ5nVKZVlk/s320/miles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flugelhorn. Played here by Art Farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019728556848832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramohtvb3kI/AAAAAAAAACE/vB-Kly5lPUU/s320/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dark beer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019729033590201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramo9dvb3lI/AAAAAAAAACM/1rxLdCkWIsM/s320/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019729317058043490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/RampN9vb3mI/AAAAAAAAACU/O09-SH3oP-4/s320/burt%27s+bees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019729759439674994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKbfqCMigno/Rampntvb3nI/AAAAAAAAACc/xxjLnVrT0ZE/s320/HPIM0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-6699629938679039983?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/6699629938679039983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=6699629938679039983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6699629938679039983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/6699629938679039983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-of-places-ive-lived-my-hometown.html' title='This isn&apos;t packing.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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/_iKbfqCMigno/Ramiv9vb3aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bg70hMt0iXA/s72-c/portland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-3353180121867635011</id><published>2007-01-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:26:49.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star-Crossed Lovers</title><content type='html'>I just put on Ellington's tune "Star-Crossed Lovers" from his "Such Sweet Thunder" suite.  I've forgotten how beautiful it is.  Playing it in Robert's big band at Mel Brown camp was one of the best musical experiences I've had.  Who knew whole notes could be so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-3353180121867635011?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3353180121867635011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3353180121867635011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3353180121867635011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3353180121867635011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-crossed-lovers.html' title='Star-Crossed Lovers'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-2269389772240993417</id><published>2007-01-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:59:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Order (Post 150)</title><content type='html'>So last night, well actually 4 am this morning, I watched a 15 year old Law and Order. I don't think I've ever seen one that old. Paul Sorvino and Chris Noth were the two detectives. Paul Sorvino? Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besdies Law and Order, my current tv obsession has been the adorable movie Mad Hot Ballroom. I've seen at least part of it 4 times this week. It's going to be on again at 6 pm &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure I'll be watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Passed High School with an A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasshighschoolquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the brains of a high school graduate... at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You Pass High School&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-2269389772240993417?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/2269389772240993417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=2269389772240993417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2269389772240993417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/2269389772240993417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/law-and-order-post-150.html' title='Law and Order (Post 150)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-5887312672910411145</id><published>2007-01-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:20:08.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another.  Why not?</title><content type='html'>What do you drink with dinner?:&lt;br /&gt;At home, mostly water, unless I'm lucky and we have something else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dip a chicken nugget in?:&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't recall the last time I had a chicken nugget.  It was probably my sophomore year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite type of food/cuisine?:&lt;br /&gt;It really depends.  Probably Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;br /&gt;Singin' in the Rain, The Big Lebowski (although, I can't say I love it as much as Ez), geez, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you in sports in high school?&lt;br /&gt;I ran cross country my senior year.  Boy did I suck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a boy/girl scout?&lt;br /&gt;I was a brownie in 2nd grade and it was terrible!!  How the hell do you learn knife safety without even touching a knife.  I guess that really was the safest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?:&lt;br /&gt;Probably Kari.  We wrote a couple of letters after I moved to Boise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gotten a speeding ticket?:&lt;br /&gt;They don't give those out on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of sandwich?:&lt;br /&gt;I really like the veggie sandwich from Quizno's with lots of honey mustard sauce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing to eat for breakfast?:&lt;br /&gt;Goldy's!!  Whatever they make is incredible!  It is one of the very few redeeming things about Boise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your usual bedtime?:&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime?  What is this bedtime you speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lazy?:&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an introvert or an extrovert?:&lt;br /&gt;Introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite mixed drink?:&lt;br /&gt;As a general rule, I'm not a big hard alcohol fan, but I do love margaritas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid what did you dress up as for halloween?&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly, a granny, a geisha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read the newspaper?:&lt;br /&gt;Not as often as I would like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many languages can you speak?&lt;br /&gt;I barely manage with English.  I'd like to learn Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Fabio ugly?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are better Legos or Lincoln Logs?&lt;br /&gt;Legos!  The possibilities are endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine or white wine?:&lt;br /&gt;Red.  Preferrably a merlot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubborn?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is better...Leno or Letterman?:&lt;br /&gt;Letterman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a soap opera?:&lt;br /&gt;I've never been able to get through one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of heights?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the car?:&lt;br /&gt;I sing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the shower?:&lt;br /&gt;Not if I want to avoid a trip to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the car?:&lt;br /&gt;All the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever used a gun?:&lt;br /&gt;I went shooting with my dad and uncle when I was a kid &amp; I think I shot one once.  I hated it and stayed in the car and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?:&lt;br /&gt;When I sang with Ez at Dizzy's, the bass player Corcoran's girlfriend took a bunch of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are musicals cheesy?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but that's why we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Christmas stressful?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever eat a pierogie?:&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite type of fruit pie?:&lt;br /&gt;I love all kinds of pie.  I'll go with peach or blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?:&lt;br /&gt;Broadway star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a Dejavu feeling?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a vitamin daily?:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear slippers?:&lt;br /&gt;I have them on now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a bath robe?:&lt;br /&gt;When we stayed at the Helmsley Park Lane, they had amazing white bath robes.  I would wear mine around the room just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear to bed?:&lt;br /&gt;It depends if the heat is on or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First concert?:&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Amy Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  I'm pretty sure I couldn't get just a small tattoo.  If I ever get one, it will cover my entire back &amp; it would look really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart, Target or K-Mart?:&lt;br /&gt;Target.  Definitely Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike or Adidas?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fritos or Cheetos?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care for either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn nuts or sunflower seeds?&lt;br /&gt;I like shelled, roasted, and salted sunflower seeds on my salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of "gorp?":&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have.  I took a hiking class back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever take dance lessons?:&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of years of jazz &amp; I loved it!  I would love to take more dance classes if they fit in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a profession that you picture your perfect future spouse to have?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll get married, but if I did, I'm sure he'd be a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you curl your tongue?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  I can make it into a clam shape too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a spelling bee?:&lt;br /&gt;In elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because you were so happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 words that describe you?:&lt;br /&gt;Currently: sleepy, non-caffeinated, anxious, aching, hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own any record albums?:&lt;br /&gt;I believe that they are at my dad's house, or I got rid of them.  I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own a record player?:&lt;br /&gt;We did growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regularly burn incense?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you really like to see in concert?:&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see a hell of a lot of people.  Off the top of my head: Stevie Wonder, Joni Mitchell, Wayne Shorter, Clark Terry. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea or iced tea?:&lt;br /&gt;I like my dad's iced tea best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea or coffee?:&lt;br /&gt;Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of cookie?:&lt;br /&gt;Soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you swim well?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't drowned yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had braces or a mouth piece?:&lt;br /&gt;If by mouth piece you mean retainer, then I've had both.  I've also had several trumpet, trombone, euphonium, &amp; clarinet mouthpieces.  Ha ha!  I'm funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you artistic?:&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you patient?:&lt;br /&gt;It really depends.  Sometimes I'm super patient &amp; other times I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ or band, at a wedding?:&lt;br /&gt;Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a contest?:&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I won a stuffed dinosaur from an ice cream shop in Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have plastic surgery?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are better, black or green olives?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you knit or crochet?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the patience to learn.  I leave all that crafty stuff to my talented sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best room for a fireplace?:&lt;br /&gt;Living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?:&lt;br /&gt;No.  I don't think I do.  At least not 'til I'm 40 or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-5887312672910411145?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/5887312672910411145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=5887312672910411145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5887312672910411145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5887312672910411145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-why-not.html' title='Another.  Why not?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-1881244893280549644</id><published>2007-01-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:50:41.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>At this moment&lt;br /&gt;Look to your left. What do you see?: Yellow. A large expanse of yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your internet bookmarks. What site is the fifth from the top?: Hotmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing shoes?: Big, fluffy down filled slippers. They're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and type the first letter you hit on the keyboard.: h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the radio. What song is on?: Please. I'm not getting up and walking across the whole house to turn on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there dirty dishes in your kitchen sink?: Chances are likely, unless my mom put them in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drunk right now?: It is 7:30 in the morning. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have pictures on your refrigerator?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, what are they of?: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your underwear?: Gold. I just had to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on a laptop or a PC?: Mom's PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after you complete this?: Make coffee, listen to my voice mails, check bus schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two things sitting on your desk.: Two Nancy King cds and two Ingrid Jensen cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you daydreaming about anything?: Nothing in particular. I just woke up from having real dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your dream from last night? What was it about?: I remember that I was showing a girl around school (I'm not sure what school it was) who was transferring from Berklee. My old MHCC jazz band director was there do. I should probably email her. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a dream where you were flying?: Yes, but I have to work very hard at flying. I usually have to pump my arms really hard. Maybe that's why my shoulder is so messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you chatting via IM right now?: I haven't IM'd since middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your screen name?: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use Internet Explorer or Firefox?: IE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you check your email today?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone write you?: The lady from Urban Outfitters in response to me cancelling my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your email box, who is the third message from?: The chick who hooked me up with her apartment in Eau Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your Spam/Bulk email folder, what's the first message subject say?: It's been cleared out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry right now?: No, not yet. It takes me a couple of hours to get hungry in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you take this survey because you had nothing better to do?: Why else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are 0% Spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are definitely not spoiled. You've worked hard for what you have.Down to earth and grounded, you don't need a lot to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't cheat on this guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/sagittarius-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in datesYou're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewardsYou've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasiveYou can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurtsYou're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you wheneverIs creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of youIs bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.Spiritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldly act.&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.It's not all about you. Focus on your partner's needs every once and a while.Make up your mind about your partner, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/span&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/19606320-1881244893280549644?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/1881244893280549644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=1881244893280549644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1881244893280549644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/1881244893280549644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-4281661607304857375</id><published>2006-12-22T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:35:04.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Going Home Song</title><content type='html'>I'm going home today!  Doo di doo di doo!&lt;br /&gt;Going home today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Gingerbread House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/gingerbread.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spicy and a little sweet, anyone would like to be lost in the woods with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatholidayfoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Holiday Food Are You?&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/19606320-4281661607304857375?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/4281661607304857375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=4281661607304857375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4281661607304857375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/4281661607304857375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-going-home-song.html' title='My Going Home Song'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-623517758628886553</id><published>2006-12-21T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:58:54.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-623517758628886553?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/623517758628886553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=623517758628886553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/623517758628886553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/623517758628886553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-182231516490560036</id><published>2006-12-19T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:39:48.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like everybody else. . .</title><content type='html'>1) Who have you met in real life after meeting them online? I don't really think I've met anyone online. I prefer people I meet in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who do you want to meet? I would like to meet a lot of people, especially someone who wants to give me a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you could punch one person, who would it be? Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jeez&lt;/span&gt;, just one punch? If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;punched&lt;/span&gt; our president, do you think I could knock some sense into him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Name one person you love, and why: I LOVE my grandma! She is the most caring and most accepting person I've ever known. She's really been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who is your enemy? I'd like to think that I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Who is your oldest friend? How long have you known them? Alicia is probably my friend that I have known the longest. We met sometime in elementary school, but only became close during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who do you talk to most on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;? I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you had to get married now, who would you want to marry? I don't have to get married now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Would you eat sushi? Not if it has fish in it. I don't eat anything with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you flip off the president? Unlike my classy friends, I think I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Would you live in a different country? Sure. My dream is to hole myself up in a cabin in Switzerland with a piano, my trumpet, some staff paper, and a TON of records. I want to have the time to really shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Would you set yourself on fire? No! I'm not like one of those monks who can meditate in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Would you date someone younger than you? Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Orange juice or apple juice? Orange, but Trader Joe's makes the very best Mango, Orange, Peach juice. It's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Cars or boats? Subways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Favorite type of sock? Warm, without holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Long or short hair? I try to grow mine out, but I can't handle it. I guess I have to go with short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) TV or movie? I do enjoy both. If I have a long attention span, then a movie. If not, good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What is your favorite musical instrument? Probably the piano. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I do enjoy the trumpet and bass clarinet though. Tough question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you like walks in the park? I LOVE walks in the park. I'm looking forward to living in New York so I can walk through Central Park. It's huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you think you're attractive? On occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you believe in life after love? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you believe in miracles? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you memorize random facts? I know way more random facts than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;! Ask me something. It's very likely I"ll know the answer. I'm a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you ever use your full name? Not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you ever made a promise you'd die to keep? I can't think of anything I've promised that is worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Have you ever written a song? I prefer to leave that up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ez&lt;/span&gt;; he's great at that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you ever beat someone up? No, but I did punch Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Polson&lt;/span&gt; in the nose after he bent my finger back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you ever made a blood oath? No. I keep my blood to myself thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Have you ever been in a mosh pit? Yes. Yes I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Have you ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; anyone into your house? I never had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you been on drugs? Nothing illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Last time you were really really mad? I get a little mad fairly often, but I don't remember the last time I was really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do animals go to Heaven? Do any of us go to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) If you could change one thing about yourself, it would be: my depression &amp; procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Are all the pigs lined up? No, they are disorderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) What is one thing that annoys you? Questions about pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) How are you feeling right now? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Last hug? Just about 45 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What does the world need less of? Hunger, anger, pollution, war. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Make up your own question. When was the last time you played Barbies with a 5 year-old? Well, actually, I played Barbies tonight. I didn't really miss it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/sagittarius.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are superbly wise and have been known to spread your wisdom widely.You are impatient and pushy when people take your teachings too lightly.And your philosophical side always peeks through.&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Yoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&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/19606320-182231516490560036?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/182231516490560036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=182231516490560036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/182231516490560036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/182231516490560036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/like-everybody-else.html' title='Like everybody else. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-5830491198014604963</id><published>2006-12-19T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:27:45.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>Why does my body only let me sleep for 4 hours at a time?  It's getting old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-5830491198014604963?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/5830491198014604963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=5830491198014604963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5830491198014604963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5830491198014604963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-8573188301618560538</id><published>2006-12-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:27:16.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Serious</title><content type='html'>Dr. Rook Torres is the best chiropractor EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-8573188301618560538?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/8573188301618560538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=8573188301618560538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8573188301618560538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/8573188301618560538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-serious.html' title='For Serious'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-3673361091769650730</id><published>2006-12-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:35:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back!</title><content type='html'>I just purchased my plane ticket back to Eau Claire!  I'll be flying into Minneapolis &amp; arriving at 1:20 pm on January 16th.  I still don't know where I'm going to live, or who I'm going to stay with until I find a place.  If you have a couch I can crash on for a few days please let me know.  I'm hoping to give all of my friends a call over Christmas break.  I know all of you are extremely busy right now &amp; I don't want to add to your stress.  I hope everyone is doing well &amp; that your semester is wrapping up okay.  I miss all of you &amp;amp; I'm super excited to see you in just one month!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-3673361091769650730?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/3673361091769650730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=3673361091769650730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3673361091769650730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/3673361091769650730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/coming-back.html' title='Coming Back!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-7707757592021344118</id><published>2006-12-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:07:39.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so I'll do a Survey Thingy</title><content type='html'>YEAR-END SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Where did you bring in 2006? With my Dad and Tammy at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What was your status by Valentine's Day? Well, that's usually complicated.  I got a really sweet valentine from Ez &amp; I had a great date with Shane Leonard.  Speaking of Shane, have any of you talked to him recently?  He still has some of my stuff (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)? Actually, no!  I did, however, play in the Scottsdale Community College Big Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) How did you earn your keep? I worked at a music store in Boise, I spent 2 LONG weeks at a crazy charter school in Phoenix, took old rich people to tables at a 5 diamond resort, and sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Did you ever have to go to the hospital? I think all of my hospitalling occurred in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Have you ever encountered the police? Not in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Where did you go on vacation? Most of my travelling isn't really a vacation.  I went to New York twice &amp; went home a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What did you purchase that was over $500?  Plane tickets, a trumpet, and a flugelhorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Did you know anybody who got married? I think I just went to two weddings: Jason &amp; Ivanna and Alex &amp;amp; Tyler.  They both were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Did you know anybody who passed away? I'm sure I did.  I just can't remember right now.  I think my Uncle Bill died this year, but it could've been last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Have you ran into anybody you graduated high school with? Probably.  I saw my best friend Alicia &amp; we went to high school together.  It's a lot easier to run into high school buddies when you live in the same state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Did you move anywhere? Oh my god, that's an understatement!  I moved to Boise, then to Scottsdale, now back to Boise, soon to return to Eau Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What sporting events did you go to? I believe I managed to escape all sporting events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What concerts did you go to? I saw a ton of AMAZING concerts this year!!  Besides all of the great stuff at IAJE (Maria Schneider, John Hollenbeck, Monty Alexander. . .) and the awesome people at Centrum (Ingrid Jensen, Benny Green, Jon Wikan, George Cables, Steve Wilson. . .), I saw Geri Allen, the Village Vanguard Band, Ez's Quartet, the Quartet of Happiness, Billy Hart's Academy, my friends in the Uprite Dub Orchestra, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some.  It was a wonderful year for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Are you registered to vote? Not currently.  I think I'll register when I plan to be somewhere longer than 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) If so, did you do your patriotic duty on Nov. 7? No, but I will next November when I'm in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Where do you live now? I've lived in Boise for a whole 21 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Describe your birthday.   It was really nice.  Barry made omelets, I went to big band rehearsal, my mom and I went to the Desert Botanical Gardens, I ate lots of fabulous Mexican food &amp; drank even more terriffic margaritas, watched some sweet Oscar Peterson, and ate some Harvest Pie (it's delicious).  I had a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2006? Get serious about the trumpet, live in Arizona, gain this much weight. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What is one thing you regretted this year?  Leaving my laptop on the floor - it got stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) What's something you learned about yourself? I can be okay even if I don't play trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Any new additions to your family? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) What was your best month? July.  The last week in July was quite possibly the best week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What from pop culture will you remember 2006 by? Watching all of the terrible reality shows with Ez on E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) How would you rate this year with a scale from 1 (shitty) to 10 (the shit)? It's really been a roller coaster.  I wouldn't call 2006 a good year, but some parts of it were nice.  Maybe a 4 or 5.  I really think 2007 is looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-7707757592021344118?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/7707757592021344118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=7707757592021344118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/7707757592021344118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/7707757592021344118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-so-ill-do-survey-thingy.html' title='Okay, so I&apos;ll do a Survey Thingy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-5184946804107849998</id><published>2006-12-13T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:40:55.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it!  I must say that I get better and better at moving each time I do it.  I was even able to organize my things as I packed them.  That NEVER happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice walking into my mom's house.  I really feel at home here.  I only lived here for 5 months, but it's the closest thing to home I've got.  Her house is quiet, not just aurally, but visually.  I feel like I can relax here.  I don't want to relax too much though, 'cause I have some serious trumpet to practice.  I'm excited to practice again.  I haven't been in the habit for a long time, but I'm ready to jump back in.  Hopefully I'll get in a band back in Eau Claire.  The trumpet studio is strong, but there should be a place for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have more to say, but I don't really have the energy.  I'll update when inspiration hits me - don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you and love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-5184946804107849998?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/5184946804107849998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=5184946804107849998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5184946804107849998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/5184946804107849998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-31000321248740247</id><published>2006-12-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:20:10.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bed time</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should try to get some sleep.  I've got some serious packing/cleaning to do tomorrow, plus I have a jazz band concert.  It will be my trumpet debut folks.  Wish me luck on the high notes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-31000321248740247?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/31000321248740247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=31000321248740247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/31000321248740247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/31000321248740247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/bed-time.html' title='bed time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-441789667225479275</id><published>2006-12-09T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:12:51.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!!</title><content type='html'>I sold my trombone!  It was kind of a big ordeal; I'll spare you the details.  In the end, I was able to purchase a trumpet and the flugelhorn that I have been renting &amp; walk away with $15.  I feel like an actual trumpet player now, not a poser trombone player.  Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Snowman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/snowman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friendly and fun, you enjoy bringing holiday cheer to everyone you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatchristmasornamentareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Ornament Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the best in almost anyone.Love surprises you often. You never know when or where you'll find it next.&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 2&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, and 31st of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life according to what the blogthings tell me.  Now if it will only tell me that I will be rich &amp; successful. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Tiramisu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/tiramisu.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Light and lovely, you pack a punch.&lt;br /&gt;You never overwhelm... but you always leave a lasting impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Dessert Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kind of happy that I got tiramisu; it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fragrance Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/fragrance-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The best calming fragrance: vanillaThe best fragrance for everyday wear: orangeThe best fragrance to boost your sex appeal: lavenderThe best fragrance for energy: pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourfragranceprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Fragrance Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear perfume and stuff.  I just like soap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-441789667225479275?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/441789667225479275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=441789667225479275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/441789667225479275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/441789667225479275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/hooray.html' title='Hooray!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116559826406778880</id><published>2006-12-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:17:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>My birthday was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing lead trumpet for a concert on Monday (AHHH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to find anyone to buy my trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116559826406778880?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116559826406778880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116559826406778880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116559826406778880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116559826406778880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116515751220052432</id><published>2006-12-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:51:52.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom is here visiting!  Yay!  It will be nice to have her around the next couple of days.  She's even gong to church with us this morning.  Weird.  Church.  It's weird for me going to church, but I'll pretty much go anywhere if I get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is tomorrow.  I don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1996 Theme Song Is: Ironic by Alanis Morisette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/ironic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's like rain on your wedding dayIt's a free ride when you've already paidIt's the good advice that you just didn't takeWho would've thought ... it figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/"&gt;What's" Your 1996 Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so true.  At one point, Alicia and I thought that it was the theme song for my life.  Speaking of Alicia, she made me the most AMAZING birthday card, complete with 13 stanzas of incredible haiku.  It's all about my not-so-secret crush on this teacher from my high school.  Alicia decided years ago that Mr. Haring and I are destined to be together.  I'm not so sure about that, but the idea is funny.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116515751220052432?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116515751220052432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116515751220052432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116515751220052432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116515751220052432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mom-is-here-visiting-yay-it-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116501621028872048</id><published>2006-12-01T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:36:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE!</title><content type='html'>I've gained so much weight since I moved here.  Holy shit!  I've got to lose like 40 pounds so you guys in Eau Claire will recognize me when I return.  Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116501621028872048?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116501621028872048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116501621028872048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116501621028872048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116501621028872048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/12/huge.html' title='HUGE!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116407131223129231</id><published>2006-11-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:09:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE!!!</title><content type='html'>I just remembered why I hate my job!  Rich old people!!  Arrrrggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past several days have been pleasant here.  I was starting to feel bad about leaving my job, but now I am certain I'm making the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la Vista Camelback Inn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116407131223129231?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116407131223129231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116407131223129231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116407131223129231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116407131223129231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/rage.html' title='RAGE!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116394824404677798</id><published>2006-11-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:57:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's Go to Prison= Worst Movie EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you Bob Odenkirk.  Shame on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116394824404677798?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116394824404677798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116394824404677798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116394824404677798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116394824404677798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-go-to-prison-worst-movie-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116355317062801084</id><published>2006-11-14T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:12:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED!!!</title><content type='html'>I put in my two-week notice yesterday.  Oh, how happy I have become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a plane ticket back to Boise for the 12th of December.  I'll be back in Eau Claire sometime mid-January!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116355317062801084?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116355317062801084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116355317062801084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116355317062801084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116355317062801084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/finished.html' title='FINISHED!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116306163311879692</id><published>2006-11-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:04:50.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so I'm not so ready for bed. . .</title><content type='html'>100 Things About Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you in a complicated relationship? Aren't most relationships complicated??&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you hate more than 3 people? I dislike more than 3 people.  It's too hard to hate them.&lt;br /&gt;3) How many houses have you lived in? Lets see. . .6 houses, 2 apartments&lt;br /&gt;4) Favorite candy bar? It depends on my mood.  I do enjoy a Snickers from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite Word: &lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever tripped someone? I'm sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;7) Least favorite school subject? English!  I HATE writing.&lt;br /&gt;8) How many pairs of shoes do you own? Oh, tons.&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you own a Britney Spears CD? No, no I do not!&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever thrown up in public? Discretely, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;11) Name one thing that is always on your mind:The future.&lt;br /&gt;12) Favorite genre of music? Jazz&lt;br /&gt;13) What is your zodiac sign? Saggitarius&lt;br /&gt;14) What time were you born?1:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you like beer? I love beer.&lt;br /&gt;16) Have you ever made a prank phone call? Not for a long time. . .oh, I remember the days.&lt;br /&gt;17) What is the most embarrassing CD you own? Probably one of me&lt;br /&gt;18) Are you sarcastic? Who me??&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your favorite color(s)? I am fond of orange &amp; green currently.&lt;br /&gt;20) How many watches do you own? One.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;21) Summer or winter? Winter.&lt;br /&gt;22) Is anyone in love with you? It is possible.&lt;br /&gt;23) Favorite color to wear? Blue.  It makes my eyes even bluer.&lt;br /&gt;24) Pepsi or Sprite? I don't understand sodas without caffeine.  What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;25) Who do you live with? Ez &amp; his folks.&lt;br /&gt;26) Where is your second home? I don't really have one.&lt;br /&gt;27) Have you ever slapped someone? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;28) How many lamps are in your bedroom? Uh, 2?&lt;br /&gt;29) How many video game systems do you own? None&lt;br /&gt;30) What was your first pet? A kitty.  Her name was Diesel&lt;br /&gt;31) Have you ever had braces? I did by golly&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you wear glasses? Only when I don't have my contacts in.&lt;br /&gt;33) Do looks matter? They don't have too much bearing&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you use chapstick? Just Burt's Bees.  The rest is crap!&lt;br /&gt;35) Name 3 teachers from high school: Mr. Brooks (best band/orchestra/jazz band director &amp; a hell of a guy!), Tom Haring (the man Alicia says I'm destined to marry (right)), Mr. Buchli (craziest science teacher EVER)&lt;br /&gt;36) American Eagle or Abercrombie? I don't wear anything with a brand name on it.&lt;br /&gt;37) Are you too forgiving? I think I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;38) How many children do you want? NONE!!!  I will be the cool aunt &amp; that will do just fine!&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you own something from Hot Topic? Not since middle school.&lt;br /&gt;40) Favorite breakfast meal? Ez's homemade omelets.&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you own a gun? Never&lt;br /&gt;42) Ever thought you were in love? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;43) When was the last time you cried? I lose track.  Probably today.&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you do 3 nights ago? Monday. . .oh yeah, I flew back from Portland &amp; had some Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;45) Olive Garden? Dave's last orchestra concert.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;46) Have you ever called your teacher mom? No, but I used to call my aunt grandma.  She hated it.&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever been in a castle? Yep, in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;48) Nickname? Meather&lt;br /&gt;49) Do you know anyone named Bertha?No&lt;br /&gt;50) Ever been to Kentucky? No, but I dated a guy from Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;51) Do you own something from Banana Republic? Nope&lt;br /&gt;52) Are you thinking about somebody right now? I can be.&lt;br /&gt;53) Ever called somebody Boo? No, god no.&lt;br /&gt;54) Do you smoke? Nope.  Never.&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you own a diamond ring? No.  I don't like sparkly things so much.&lt;br /&gt;56) Are you happy with your life right now? No.&lt;br /&gt;57) Do you like your hair? On occassion it serves me well.&lt;br /&gt;58) Does anyone have a crush on you? Maybe. . .&lt;br /&gt;59)Do you have a crush on anyone? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;60) What were you doing in May of 1994? Living it up as a 4th grader!&lt;br /&gt;61) Do you own a Backstreet Boys CD? No, never did.&lt;br /&gt;62) McDonalds or Wendys? I don't eat meat, therefore I dislike them both.  Wendy's if I have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;63) Do you like yourself? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;64) Are you closer to your mother or father? It goes back and forth.  I have always been a daddy's girl though.&lt;br /&gt;65) Favorite physical feature of the preferred sex? Smile&lt;br /&gt;66) Are you afraid of the dark? Never have been.&lt;br /&gt;67) Have you ever eaten paste? Gross.&lt;br /&gt;68) Do you own a webcam? Nope&lt;br /&gt;69) Have you ever stripped? Wouldn't you like to know??&lt;br /&gt;70) Ever broke a bone? No&lt;br /&gt;71) Are you religious? No, but I do sing at a church.&lt;br /&gt;72) Do you chat on AIM often? Not since middle school.&lt;br /&gt;73) Pringles or Lays? Pringles all the way!&lt;br /&gt;74) Have you ever broken someone's heart? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;75) Have you ever had your heart broken? Yes indeed I have.  Thanks.  Thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;76) Full House or The Brady Bunch? I will admit that I was a huge Full House fan back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;77) Did you like your high school guidance counselor? I really did.  He is a great guy &amp; was a great help to me in high school.&lt;br /&gt;78) Has anyone ever called you a tease? Yes.  My bad.&lt;br /&gt;79) Do you have a birth mark? Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;80) Do you own a car? Never.  It is my goal to never own a car.  Think I can do it?&lt;br /&gt;81) Can you cook? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;82) 3 things that annoy you: Republicans (no offense), when food gets stuck in my teeth, banks&lt;br /&gt; 83) Do you text message often? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;84) Money or love? Love.&lt;br /&gt; 85) Do you have any scars? A few, but not nearly as many as my little sister!&lt;br /&gt;86) What do you want more than anything right now? To move.&lt;br /&gt;87) Do you enjoy scary movies? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;88) Relationships or one night stands?: Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;89) Big Red or Juicy Fruit? Big Red.&lt;br /&gt;90) Do you enjoy greasy food? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;91) Have you seen all the Rocky movies? I actually haven't seen any.&lt;br /&gt;92) Do you own a box of crayons? Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;93) Name one random thing you did today: Joined the Scottsdale Community College big band &amp; played 2nd trumpet.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;94) Who was the last person you said I love you to? Probably my dad.&lt;br /&gt;95) Who was the last person that made you mad? My freakin' supervisor!&lt;br /&gt;96) Who was the last person that made you cry? I did.&lt;br /&gt;97) Who was the last person that made you laugh? Ez?&lt;br /&gt;98) Who was the last person that texted you? Marcus Printup&lt;br /&gt;99)Who was the last person that called you? My sister.&lt;br /&gt;100) Who's your cell phone provider? Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got lame there at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Now it's bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116306163311879692?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116306163311879692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116306163311879692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116306163311879692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116306163311879692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-im-not-so-ready-for-bed.html' title='Okay, so I&apos;m not so ready for bed. . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116306084899118037</id><published>2006-11-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:31:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I go to Bed</title><content type='html'>Body: Check off the things you have done since you been here on this earth and remember. DO NOT include explanations!&lt;br /&gt;Level one&lt;br /&gt;() Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;(X) Drank Alcohol - What? Me? Drinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made Out With A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Out On A Blind Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;( x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;() Seen Someone / Something Die (unless you include plants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your MYSPACE Friends&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;( x) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Eaten Sushi - not with actual fish. i'm a veggie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Myspace&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Mosh Pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;() Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone muddin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robbed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( x) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;( ) Questioned Your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x)Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;( )Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;() Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( )Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x)Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey - not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "Penis"&lt;br /&gt;() Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( x) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Sat On A Roof Top - Hannah and I used to climb onto my roof all the time in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel - My mom can still do them &amp;amp; she's 46. Impressive&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stayed Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree - I've climbed many a tree.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Been to scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) Believe In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Have / Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;() Been to Jail / Visited a jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger - All the time : )&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video&lt;br /&gt;(x)Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried - tonight even!&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;( )Mooned / Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon / Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept Naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling - just in a pool. lame i know&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Used - not really&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat - blech! hairballs!!&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at - Alcia's brother did shoot us with blowdarts, but I don't think that is what this is refering to&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flattened someone tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Done (88) Out Of 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Date Like a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;According to studies on dating, you date like a woman.You tend to take romance seriously, and you're not really out for a fling.&lt;br /&gt;A mental and emotional connection always comes first for you.And rushing the physical stuff is likely to turn you off.&lt;br /&gt;You're highly selective when it comes to dating, and some may say you're too picky.You know what you want, and when you find it, you're ready to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Do&lt;/a&gt; You Date Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM a chick. It makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Aren't Picky at All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoutoopickyquiz/picky-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're pretty easy on the guys you date, and that works out well...As long as they're good guys with the best intentions!Your lax approach to dating is leaving you vulnerable to any jerk who chooses to take advantage of you.Raise your standards a bit, and your relationships will almost instantly approve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Too Picky?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the answer I was expecting. I guess it's just telling me that I'm not a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116306084899118037?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116306084899118037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116306084899118037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116306084899118037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116306084899118037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-go-to-bed.html' title='Before I go to Bed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116298457700446539</id><published>2006-11-08T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:16:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just found the title thingy.</title><content type='html'>Well, there you have it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116298457700446539?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116298457700446539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116298457700446539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116298457700446539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116298457700446539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-found-title-thingy.html' title='I just found the title thingy.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116298441372759177</id><published>2006-11-08T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:14:24.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's 3:30 in the morning &amp; I'm wide awake. Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could write a lot, but honestly I don't really feel like it. I went to Portland for the weekend for my sister's 21st birthday. I'm really glad I made the trip. It was great to catch up with some of my friends &amp;amp; to party with my sister. I also spent the night out at my grandparent's house &amp; got to spend some good time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (well today actually) I start playing in the Scottsdale Community College big band. It should be interesting. I haven't really played trumpet in front of people &amp;amp; I'm not so good yet. Oh well, they can take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will copy Mary. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;~Meather&lt;br /&gt;~Head&lt;br /&gt;~Uh, Heather&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;~My sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;~The way I connect with people&lt;br /&gt;~My musicianship&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;~The depression&lt;br /&gt;~How I procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;~How messy I am&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;~German&lt;br /&gt;~French&lt;br /&gt;~Scottish&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;~The current administration&lt;br /&gt;~Not being successful&lt;br /&gt;~Medical bills&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;~Water&lt;br /&gt;~Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;~Some sort of diet soda. We have Diet Dr. Pepper at home.&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;~Navy blue comfy pants&lt;br /&gt;~My t-shirt with the big fish on it&lt;br /&gt;~My glasses&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;~Maria Schneider Orchestra (does that count? Oh, I don't care. It counts)&lt;br /&gt;~Ezra Weiss Sextet&lt;br /&gt;~Scottsdale Community College Big Band!! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE ALBUMS:&lt;br /&gt;~Concert in the Garden - Maria Schneider&lt;br /&gt;~At Sea - Ingrid Jensen&lt;br /&gt;~Travelogue - Joni Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;~I've run to the top of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;~If I was a boy, my dad wanted to name me Aaron&lt;br /&gt;~I like school.&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;~Moving to New York&lt;br /&gt;~Getting through a semester in Eau Claire relatively painlessly&lt;br /&gt;~Getting better at the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU NEED IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;~Space&lt;br /&gt;~Similar sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;~Similar political/social views&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;~Stay in Arizona that much longer.&lt;br /&gt;~Grow out my hair.&lt;br /&gt;~Watch Bush on Television.&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;~Pub Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;~Walking&lt;br /&gt;~Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;~Get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;~Buy plane tickets to my many destinations&lt;br /&gt;~Call Ingrid back&lt;br /&gt;THREE JOBS YOU'D CONSIDER DOING OTHER THAN THE ONE YOU HAVE:&lt;br /&gt;~I'd be willing to do almost anything instead of hotessing&lt;br /&gt;~Bartender&lt;br /&gt;~Musician&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;~Brazil&lt;br /&gt;~Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;~Vancouver B.C.&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;~I don't want kids, but I'll play along. Uh, on second thought. . .I won't.&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;~Make a living as a performing musician&lt;br /&gt;~Buy an apartment in New York&lt;br /&gt;~Finish undergrad! Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that about does it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Should Have Voted for Ralph Nader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whoshouldyouhavevotedforin2004quiz/vote-nader.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry - Shirts and Shoes are Required in the Voting Booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Should You Have Voted For in 2004?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 45% Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strangeYou've got a little of your freak going onBut you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that the chick in the picture is holding a kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116298441372759177?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116298441372759177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116298441372759177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116298441372759177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116298441372759177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-its-330-in-morning-order-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116192006036763635</id><published>2006-10-26T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:34:20.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116192006036763635?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116192006036763635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116192006036763635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116192006036763635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116192006036763635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116097067722105888</id><published>2006-10-15T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:51:17.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't written in forever; I just haven't felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for New York within an hour, but it doesn't really feel like I'm going.  Maybe when I get in the plane, but probably not until it get into Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are with my friends in Eau Claire.  I know how tough this anniversary is for all of you.  I love you and I'm sorry you're in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116097067722105888?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116097067722105888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116097067722105888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116097067722105888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116097067722105888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-havent-written-in-forever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-116011285847077831</id><published>2006-10-05T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:34:36.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never Date a Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/leo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dramatic, egotistical, and emotional - a Leo is way too high maintenance for you!And forget about a quick fling with an alluring Leo. It's either everything or nothing with this sign!&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces, or Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/musical.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought?? I think I'll go for a career as a disc jockey. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-116011285847077831?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/116011285847077831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=116011285847077831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116011285847077831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/116011285847077831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-date-leodramatic-egotistical-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115986141400509045</id><published>2006-10-03T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:43:50.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Should Try Running with the Bulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatextremesportshouldyoutryquiz/running-with-bulls.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exhilarating, but not as dangerous as it might seem.You're more likely to get crushed by a person than a bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Extreme Sport Should You Try?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115986141400509045?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115986141400509045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115986141400509045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115986141400509045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115986141400509045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-should-try-running-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115933745107899926</id><published>2006-09-27T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:25:47.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been getting better. Instead of working 3 days on, 1 day off (repeat), I'm working 4 days on, 3 days off! It's so much better. I actually have time to do things that I want to. Speaking of things I want to do. . .I'm taking flugel lessons. My teacher is really great. He's played with some amazing musicians &amp; for some reason he likes me! My lesson on Sunday was close to 3 hours long. I think this trumpet thing is going to stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Ez &amp;amp; I went up to Sedona to see Benny play at the jazz festival up there. It was super nice to see him &amp; Sedona was absolutely gorgeous. I'm hoping that we'll be able to go sometime on one of my long weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going back to New York next month. It should be a great trip. Ez is playing at Dizzy's again &amp;amp; I'll be singing. That will be a fun thing to have on the resume. I'm also planning on spending some time with Benny, Ingrid Jensen, and my New York pals. I can't wait to get back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's 'bout it for right now. Sorry for the lack of legit posts; I just haven't felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$761,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Is Your Life Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a shit-ton more than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Have Fantastic Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/fantastic-karma.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Should Drive a BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/bmw.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Refined and classy, you want a car that looks rich... and goes fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sports Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I'm so old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall bringsWhether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy the autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Should be a Cinnamon Redhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofredheadshouldyoubequiz/cinnamon-redhead.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unique and confident - you would look radiant in this strong hue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Redhead Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was totally this color in high school. I think I was every shade of red actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115933745107899926?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115933745107899926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115933745107899926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115933745107899926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115933745107899926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-have-been-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115813266269141640</id><published>2006-09-13T01:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:31:02.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My hair is finally short again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll post a picture someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115813266269141640?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19606320.post-115794282046486346</id><published>2006-09-10T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:20:33.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant, flexible, and open to new ideas.A stickler for integrity and authenticity.Passionate about causes, beliefs, or politics.Likely to have many "best friends" from many walks of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And another. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/beer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't need to get totally wasted when you hit the bars.More of a social drinker, you just like to have fun with your friends.And as long as the beer keeps flowing, you're a happy camper.But don't mix things up: "Beer Before Liquor, Never Been Sicker!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Alcoholic Drink Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought women were from venus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are From Neptune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/neptune.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Planet Are You From?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are A Hornbeam Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/hornbeam-tree.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a reserved person, looking in from the outside.Naturally attractive, you take good care of your looks.You are not egoistic, and you make life as comfortable as possible.You look for kindness in others - though you are seldom happy with yourself.A bit mistrusting and unsure, you dream of being swept away by someone unusual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;************************************************ &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I have learned this week at work. . . rich people are mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115794282046486346?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115794282046486346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115794282046486346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115794282046486346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115794282046486346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/another.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115783909652148687</id><published>2006-09-09T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:59:03.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never really feel like writing. I'm tired. I started a new job &amp;amp; it seems like I'm working nearly everyday. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like taking stupid little quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f88b8b" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are a Liberal for Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpoliticalpersuasionquiz/liberal-for-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got a bleeding heart - and you're proud of it.For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business.You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic.Helping others is not just political for you ... it's very personal too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpoliticalpersuasionquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's" Your Political Persuasion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see that coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Should Wear Charcoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfallcolorshouldyouwearquiz/charcoal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cool and relaxed, you always look forward to the start of fall.Gray represents your peace with the world and your surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall Color Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's not pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Should Wear Dark Rose Lip Gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorlipglossshouldyouwearquiz/dark-rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sophisticated, classy, and timeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Color Lip Gloss Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lipstick. It probably stems from playing the trombone. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You've Experienced 56% of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchlifeexperiencedoyouhavequiz/life-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a good deal of life experience, about as much as someone in their late 20s.You've seen and done enough to be quite wise, but you still have a lot of life to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Much Life Experience Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can die when I'm 40?? 56% huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little nap before work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115783909652148687?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115783909652148687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115783909652148687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115783909652148687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115783909652148687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-really-feel-like-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115762039691061601</id><published>2006-09-07T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T03:13:24.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this job is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115762039691061601?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115762039691061601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115762039691061601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115762039691061601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115762039691061601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-job-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115714362281316009</id><published>2006-09-01T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:50:26.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.You have the confidence to make the first move.And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You a Good Kisser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he! As if you had any doubts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/dark-purple.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I own a single article of purple clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/winnie-the-pooh.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on, he doesn't wear pants!And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 68% Healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhealthyisyourdietquiz/healthy-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your diet is quite healthy, but you don't too crazy with what you eat.You know how to eat what's good for you, but you're also careful not to deprive yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Healthy Is Your Diet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's better than 20% healthy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 64% Pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#efefef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, you're not exactly an angel - but you're pretty darn close.But chances are, you have a couple juicy secrets deep in your closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/infj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;Alternative health practitionerArchitectEnvironmental lawyerLibrarianMagazine editorMuseum curatorNovelistNutritionistPhoto journalistPlaywright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And musician. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Should Own a Beagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofdogshouldyouhavequiz/beagle.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Low maintenance, very friendly, and sturdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Dog Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously want a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Celebrity Boob Twin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebrityboobtwinquiz/34b.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebrityboobtwinquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who's" Your Celebrity Boob Twin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least mine are usually covered up &amp;amp; aren't on tape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115714362281316009?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115714362281316009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115714362281316009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115714362281316009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115714362281316009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-kissing-technique-is-perfectyour.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115709432114294190</id><published>2006-09-01T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:05:21.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new job today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE update to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115709432114294190?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115709432114294190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115709432114294190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115709432114294190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115709432114294190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-new-job-today-im-super-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115552447689111650</id><published>2006-08-13T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:40:01.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight we went out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant here in Scottsdale. Guess who was at a nearby table?? Joey DeFrancesco! Ez was going to send over dessert or a drink, but he was just getting ready to leave. He came over and talked with us for a little bit. Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought that we'd see Joey D? I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Wrestler Name Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wrestlernamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivory Pandora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wrestlernamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Wrestler Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Am Indigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/indigo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all the shades of blue, you are the most funky, unique, and independent.Expressing yourself and taking a leap of faith has always been easy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Blue Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Inner Retro Girl Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatretrogirlareyouquiz/1950s-domestic-diva.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1950s Domestic Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Retro Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ez Belongs in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/brooklyn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker.And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Where&lt;/a&gt; Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ez picked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Geek Profile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Academic Geekiness: HighFashion Geekiness: LowGeekiness in Love: LowMusic Geekiness: LowGamer Geekiness: NoneGeneral Geekiness: NoneInternet Geekiness: NoneMovie Geekiness: NoneSciFi Geekiness: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ez's Geek Profile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fashion Geekiness: HighAcademic Geekiness: ModerateGeekiness in Love: LowMovie Geekiness: LowMusic Geekiness: LowSciFi Geekiness: LowGamer Geekiness: NoneGeneral Geekiness: NoneInternet Geekiness: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was Ez's : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dce8ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ez Passed 8th Grade Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradespanishquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you got 6/8 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Spanish?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ez is brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/storm.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses.Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene.&lt;br /&gt;Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so Halle Berry and I are pretty much the same person. Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Am The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/moon.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You represent the unconscious side of life, what happens in dreams.You are capable of great genius - but also of great madness.Emotions tend to be primal for you, both your fears and your fantasies. Your intuition is always right, listening to it is the difficult part.&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;You are about to embark on a very important journey - and a very difficult one.Some of your deepest dreams will be realized, as well as some of your deepest nightmares.Follow your creativity and visions; stay away from your weaknesses.You are taking a voyage to the center of yourself, and you may be pleasantly surprised by what you discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ez is a Chihuahua Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/chihuahua-puppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Small, high strung, and loyal.You do best in the city with a adults - young kids could crush you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ez Shouldn't Wear an Orange Bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/orange-bikini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kind of girl who usually likes to leave more to the imagination... a bikini isn't really your style.However, once in a whlie you find a bikini so unique and stylish that you just have to wear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Bikini Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was Ez's. Let's hope he doesn't really get one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115552447689111650?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115552447689111650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115552447689111650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115552447689111650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115552447689111650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/tonight-we-went-out-to-dinner-at-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115530951118194304</id><published>2006-08-11T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:18:31.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ez and I just quit our jobs.  It will be a relief.  We'll both be working next week, but we were already going to be gone the week of the 21st, so that will be a nice time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115530951118194304?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115530951118194304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115530951118194304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115530951118194304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115530951118194304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/ez-and-i-just-quit-our-jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115526619145784314</id><published>2006-08-10T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:17:06.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Belong in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/brooklyn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker.And although you may be turning into a yuppie, you never forget your roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Where&lt;/a&gt; Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?&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/19606320-115526619145784314?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115526619145784314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115526619145784314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115526619145784314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115526619145784314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-belong-in-brooklyndown-to-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115526562173247578</id><published>2006-08-10T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:07:01.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Children make me tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115526562173247578?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115526562173247578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115526562173247578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115526562173247578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115526562173247578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/children-make-me-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115501188722576211</id><published>2006-08-07T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:38:07.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Scottsdale, AZ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview today &amp; I start tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new, nice flugelhorn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ez's house is great &amp; his parents are fantastic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115501188722576211?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115501188722576211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115501188722576211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115501188722576211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115501188722576211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-in-scottsdale-az-its-beautiful-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115475288458355810</id><published>2006-08-04T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:41:24.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My last post in Boise (probably)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight leaves in exactly16 hours.  And two hours after that, I'm in Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day.  I made 5 cds for my sister, packed a little, and had an amazing dinner at my favorite restaurant.  After dinner, I gave my mom an early birthday present.  She really loved it, and I felt like I gave a good present for like the first time in forever.  I also just got a new laptop!  My neighbor had a fairly new laptop &amp; sold it to me for $120 with the wireless card!  Yes!  I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a ton to do before I leave tomorrow, so I'm gonna jet.  Don't be too surprised if there is another post at 4 in the morning in which I'm totally stressing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115475288458355810?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115475288458355810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115475288458355810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115475288458355810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115475288458355810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-last-post-in-boise-probably-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115459835917473431</id><published>2006-08-03T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:45:59.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's 3 in the morning and guess who's wide awake???  I'll give you one guess. . . me!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's a perfect opportunity to update.  I've been thinking about the daunting task of recounting my week in Port Townsend &amp; I've decided mearly to highlight. &lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday: ~Workshop with Nancy King in the morning and afternoon.  She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;                   ~Great bass line clinic with Christoph Luty.  Good ideas about transcribing &amp; so forth&lt;br /&gt;                   ~Amazing faculty presents concert.  Group #1 was Bruce Forman, Dan Balmer, Chuck Easton, Dave Captein, Dawn Clement, &amp; Gary Hobbs.  Group #2 was Nancy King with Steve Christofferson duo, then with Dave Bjur and Pete Swan.  Group #3 was Gary Gibson, Randy Porter duo with Steve Wilson, Ingrid Jensen, Dave Captein, &amp; Gary Hobbs.  Let me tell you a little about Gary Gibson if you don't already know about him.  The man is an awesome percussionist/vibraphonist/steel drum player.  I thought the steel drum was going to be some kind of gimmick, but let me tell you, the guy is awesome.  He played one of the best versions of "Georgia on my Mind" that I have ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;                   ~Now for one of the BEST parts of the workshop. . .the "Ray Brown Remembered: The Art of the Piano Trio" clinic hosted by Jeff Hamilton, Benny Green, and John Clayton.  They shared stories about their own experiences with Ray &amp; also played 4 tunes.  It was absolutely beautiful!  One of the most touching musical moments at the camp was when they played "Li'l Darlin'" with the intro that Ray wrote.  Breathtaking.  I was so emotional after the clinic, that Dave had to hold me up.  Benny hung on to me for a while while I recovered.  It was crazy how everything I was feeling manifested itself into me physically.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;                   ~I observed a piano lesson given by Benny, Tamir Hendelman, &amp; Randy Porter.  Benny and Tamir played musical chairs on the piano bench.  Nobody ever gets to see something like that.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday: ~Ingrid Jensen's clinic in the morning was great!  She played us tracks from her new album "At Sea" while showing us pictures from her honeymoon in Alaska.  The photos and the music were gorgeous!  I was able to tell Ingrid how much I love her music.  I later found out from Benny that she really liked me!  Yes!  This was the beginning of my awesome time with Ingrid (my new favorite person).&lt;br /&gt;                        ~Faculty presents concert: Group #1 was Pete Christlieb, Bill Ramsay, Jay Thomas, Tamir Hendelman, Chuck Deardorf, &amp; Gary Hobbs.  Group #2 was Bob Florence (solo), then with Jiggs Whigham, then with Kim Richmond, then with Terell Stafford.  Beautiful.  Bob Florence just radiates love.  I spoke to him afterwards and he was more than sweet; his wife was too. Group #3 was Kurt Elling, Bill Mays, Christoph Luty, and Jon Wikan.  The band was killing.  I don't know.  Kurt just doesn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;                        ~Ingrid held a rehearsal that night in which I helped out making copies.  God, she's an amazing musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday: ~Still trying to figure out what song to sing.  So far I've tried: How Insensitive, Since I Fell For You, Beautiful Friendship. . . by Friday I settle on In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning.  It turned out to be a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;                     ~Faculty presents concert: Group #1 Dee Daniels, Marc Seales, Christoph Luty, and Clarence Acox.  If you ever get a chance to see Dee perform, DO IT!  Besides being an amazing singer and musician, she grabs your heart everytime.  I've yet to see her be anything less than incredible.  What a beautiful person too.  She is pure joy and light.  I feel so fortunate to have been able to spend the week working with her.  Group #2 was Buddy DeFranco, Bill Mays, Dan Balmer, Chuck Deardorf, and Jon Wikan.&lt;br /&gt;                     ~Ingrid's band at the Public House that night = INCREDIBLE.  Her band was: Randy Porter (piano), Chuck Deardorf (bass), Jon Wikan (drums/cajon), Bruce Forman (guitar), Steve Wilson (alto sax), and of course, Ingrid Jensen (trumpet/flugel).  They killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friday ~I checked out some combo performances.  Ingrid's combo was fantastic.  I also got to hang with Nancy for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;               ~Benny's Art Blakey combo performed that night.  I got to know some of the guys in the band (including my good friend Dave Speranza).  They were soooo good &amp; such a blast to listen to.  The whole room was on their feet and dancing.  The band was shaking it &amp; even Benny was moving!  Our friend Belinda came up from Portland; it was so nice to see her.&lt;br /&gt;               ~Went down to the Public House to catch Ingrid's band again.  She let me introduce the group for the second set.  After they were done, Jon said they'd give me a ride back to camp, so we hung out at the bar.  After a couple of beers, Jon and I did tequila shots!  What a fun guy!  I also got to hang out with Ingrid's step-father, Al.  He's a bundle of laughs &amp; just an all around joyful guy. &lt;br /&gt;               ~Oh yeah!  My friend Javier Vergara (from Poncho Sanchez's band) came down and hung out.  It was great to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday: ~Had an amazing morning hanging out at Nancy's pad with Belinda, Benny, Nancy, and Leroy Vinegar's widow Carol.  We sad around and chatted for a few hours &amp; Nancy showed me gorgeous pictures of her granddaughter.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;                    ~Caught some great music.  Then came the great-great music!  Benny played two tunes (Lush Life and Love You Madly) solo before Dee Daniels came out and broke my heart with "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man."  Belinda and I were sitting together holding hands and crying.  Dee is just so passionate &amp; Benny so sensitive.  A perfect pair.  Kurt Elling then came out to do a tune with Benny and shat all over it.  I don't know.  I'd rather hear one note full of soul, than a million "impressive" notes splattered all over the place.  Nancy sang "We'll be Together Again" as a personal request by me.  She was fabulous.  The trio of singers came out to sing "Bye Bye Blackbird."  Nice show.&lt;br /&gt;                  ~Said goodbye to Belinda and Benny, then hung out with Nancy until show time.  My group began performing at 10 that night.  Everybody did so well!  I was so proud of everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;                  ~Went to hear Ingrid's band again.  Introduced the band again.  Drank more with Al and Jon.  Ingrid drove me home.  I decided to become a trumpet player.  Let me say that again I AM SWITCHING TO TRUMPET and I couldn't be more excited about it.  Ingrid is going to teach me everything she knows.  I'm so lucky to have her as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing, I keep remembering awesome things that happened throughout the week.  I don't feel like writing about them, so call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying in bed about an hour ago thinking about some of my favorite musicians &amp; it occurred to me that most of them are women.  I'm aware that most of the giants are all men, but for some reason, I am attracted to the music made by women.  It's not that I'm a man basher; I'm far from it.  Maybe I just identify to their experiences.  Who knows!  I don't think anyone would dispute that Maria Schneider, Joni Mitchell, Ingrid Jensen, Shirley Horn, and Nancy King are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to try sleeping again.  Boy, I'll be impressed if anyone actually reads this book of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115459835917473431?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115459835917473431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115459835917473431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115459835917473431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115459835917473431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-its-3-in-morning-and-guess-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115446735522157888</id><published>2006-08-01T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:33:55.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little hesitant to begin writing about my experience in Port Townsend, because I'm afraid that once I start, I may never stop. The following will be completely free wrting; whatever pops into my head at the time is what is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin by saying that I have never had such a wonderful week. I was constantly surrounded by beautiful, loving people, who also happened to be AMAZING musicians. Even the first night was beyond special. There was a faculty concert which included (in alphabetical order): Clarence Acox, Geroge Cables, Steve Christofferson, Jeff Clayton, John Clayton, Pete Christlieb, Dan Balmer, Dee Daniels, Chuck Deardorf, Chuck Easton, Dawn Clement, Kurt Elling, Bob Florence, Bruce Forman, Gary Gibson, Benny Green, Jeff Hamilton, Tamir Hendelman, Gary Hobbs, Ingrid Jensen, Nancy King, Christoph Luty, Bill Mays, Randy Porter, Bill Ramsay, Kim Richmond, Marc Seales, Gary Smulyan, Terell Stafford, Jay Thomas, Jiggs Whigham, and Steve Wilson! That first concert was worth the price of the camp. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went backstage to find Benny &amp; say hello. It was wonderful to see him &amp;amp; get one of his great hugs. We found some other people who were wanting to jam &amp; we played pretty late. I even sang! Boy, was I nervous to sing in front of him, but I got over it. People began to trickle out, until it was just Benny and I at the piano singing Stevie Wonder tunes. How beautiful. He walked me back to my room at 2 in the morning. Needless to say, returning home in the middle of the night became the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the first day of classes. I was placed into Vocal Group 1, which was comprised of beginning singers, more or less. I'm so glad I was in group 1; everyone was so sweet &amp; genuinely happy for everyone else. After staff introductions and whatnot, we all went up to the front of the room &amp;amp; sang a chorus of F blues. It was cool to see how unique everyone was &amp; to get a taste of their personality. Of course, when I stepped up, I said "I'm Heather Sessler. I play trombone." It's been hard for me to shake the trombone part of me. Now I can say "I'm Heather Sessler. I sing and play trombone." Well, anyway, I got to give Nancy King a hug after that. Nancy has become such a loving support for me. I now think of her as a surrogate mother of sorts. Now onto the best part of Monday. . .the Faculty Presents concert. The first group to play was: Ingrid Jensen, Gary Smylyan, Kim Richmond, Bruce Forman, Tamir Hendelman, John Clayton, and Jon Wikan. AMAZING!! I don't even have to go into it more than that. Absolutely amazing! Next was George Cables solo. Wow! If you haven't seen George Cables play solo before, do it. He's incredible. For his last number, he invited John Clayton up to play a duet. It was a tune he had written and was beautiful. My good friend Dave Speranza and I had to keep our chins from hitting the floor. Gorgeous! The last group was Steve Wilson, Jeff Clayton, Terell Stafford, Jiggs Whigham, Dan Balmer, Benny Green, Christoph Luty, and Jeff Hamilton. Talk about a killer band!! They played a free, kind of etheral arrangement of "Someday my Prince Will Come." It was beautiful &amp;amp; the whole building was wanting more, so Benny just played the opening to "Moanin'." Holy shit! The band kicked in and swung their asses off! Each solo just got better than the last &amp; I was wondering how they were going to keep the energy going through 7 soloist. I didn't have to worry though, 'cause when Jiggs Whigham came in on his trombone solo, the band nearly dropped out, only to crescendo &amp;amp; blow the roof of of the place. After hearing that, there was no doubt in my mind why Benny played with the Messengers. The music moved me so much, that I actually felt my stomach cramp up. This continued to be a trend &amp;amp; I spent most of the week "sick" from all of the music. It was all positive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a break. Just looking at everything that happened on Tuesday and Wednesday, I'm going to have to pace myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You Are Best Described By...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/jubilant.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petite FleursBy Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Famous Work of Art Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You Are a Chimera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/chimera.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Mythological Creature Are You?&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/19606320-115446735522157888?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115446735522157888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115446735522157888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115446735522157888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115446735522157888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-little-hesitant-to-begin-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115431601475124833</id><published>2006-07-30T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:20:14.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best.  Week.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115431601475124833?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115431601475124833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115431601475124833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115431601475124833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115431601475124833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/best.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115325031589189911</id><published>2006-07-18T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:18:58.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you are all aware, I have been blessed with a larger than average derriere. It hasn't always been easy to find jeans with enough room in the seat. Last night I bought "Curvy" jeans. They fit!! I'm quite excited. Ahhh, finally, pants that fit my big ass. But in the words of a good friend of mine, "it's not big, it's nice." Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115325031589189911?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115325031589189911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115325031589189911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115325031589189911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115325031589189911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-you-are-all-aware-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115320546852705563</id><published>2006-07-18T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:52:35.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are a &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  shmolor="#a8a8a8" style="font-size:100;"&gt;(78% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an... &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  shmolor="#a8a8a8" style="font-size:100;"&gt;(10% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socialist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="318"&gt;&lt;td width="274"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="56"&gt;&lt;td width="274"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="318"&gt;&lt;td width="274"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="56"&gt;&lt;td width="274"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115320546852705563?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115320546852705563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115320546852705563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115320546852705563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115320546852705563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-social-liberal-78-permissive.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115299778195537724</id><published>2006-07-15T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T15:10:44.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are An ENFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are a Kinetic Learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/kinetic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You learn best by doing, and you have a talent for complicated, physical tasks.You excel at athletics, drama, and fixing things.You would be an excellent Olympic athlete - or a Broadway star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's" Your Learning Style?&lt;/span&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/19606320-115299778195537724?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115299778195537724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115299778195537724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115299778195537724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115299778195537724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-enfj-giver-you-strive-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115299710639142138</id><published>2006-07-15T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:58:26.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful day. It brings me such joy to see giant trees, wildflowers, raging rivers, and Mt. Hood in the distance. There is nothing better than a sunny day in Portland! Besides being home, I got to see some of my most favorite people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister, and I traveled out to St. Vincent's Hospital to see my grandma. She is actually doing better than I anticipated. She's still in pretty bad shape, but I think she's going to be able to hold on a little longer now. When I heard she had pneumonia, I thought she was going to leave us, but she's recovering &amp; looks great. While we were at the hospital, the paramedics showed up to move her to a rehabilitation center. My sister rode with them in the ambulance while my mom and I packed up her stuff. As we were arriving at the care facility, my aunt, cousin, and grandpa pulled up. It was so nice to see everybody. My cousin Jessie currently lives in Pennsylvania, so we don't see her that often. What a treat to see my family. Somebody may argue with me, but I really do think that I have the best family ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time with the family, we headed back to Troutdale to get ready for Alex's wedding. Benny and I spoke, but it just wasn't going to work out to hang out that evening. : (&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful. Alex looked stunning &amp;amp; Tyler looked great too. At the reception Alex's mom Lori recruited me to cut the cake. Apparently they didn't have someone to cut it, so they asked me. I am a professional! It was nice to be able to help out, and I even got plenty of compliments on my mad cake cutting skills. Seven years of working at a wedding place trained me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:30 before we got out of there &amp; we went over to the Aladdin to see if I could catch Benny. Luckily, they were still playing &amp;amp; the lady out front gave me a comp ticket. I was able to see the band play a few more songs &amp; they were incredible!! Benny was on piano, Essiet Essiet on bass, Ingrid Jensen on trumpet, Jon Wikan on drums, and Kevin Mahogany &amp;amp; Nancy King on vocals. They were fabulous! Steve Christoperson sat in on piano too, which was awesome. After the show, I saw my good friend John Nastos &amp; Mary Kadderly. I caught up with Benny &amp;amp; was able to spend some time with him. What a great friend! I was re-introduced to Kevin Mahogany, who actually remembered me from the concert I played with him a few years ago. He was super sweet &amp; invited me to come back and hang out after his performance at the Cathedral Park Jazz Festival tomorrow. It's too bad that I have to leave before he plays. I told him that I wasn't playing trombone anymore, but I had started singing. He said that the singers won since I came over to their side. Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny was great. He spent some time talking with my mom and Katie. He didn't even recognize Katie at first (it's been over 2 years since he'd seen her), but really complimented he on how much she has grown up &amp;amp; how pretty she looked. As we were leaving the theatre, we bumped into Mary again. If you ever need a self esteem boost, talk to Mary Kadderly! She is an amazingly sweet woman. She always makes me feel good about my singing, even when I'm not sure I should be doing it. I have a feeling she and I will be a little better about keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to hang out with my dad &amp; my best friend Alicia. Later, I'll be going back to my old work, East Fork Country Estate, to sit in and help out. I'm really looking forward to seeing all of my old friends &amp;amp; my old boss (who is a great friend herself). So far, this trip back has been wonderful. Each time I come back, I realize how much this place and these people mean to me. There really is "no place like home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115299710639142138?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115299710639142138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115299710639142138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115299710639142138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115299710639142138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-absolutely-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115268303930014383</id><published>2006-07-11T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:52:40.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I first want to send out my condolences to Josef's family and friends. I barely knew him, just having met him before I left town, but I will remember his kindness. I am saddened to hear of his passing and I wish I would have taken the time to get to know him. I am sorry that all of my dear friends in Eau Claire have to experience another loss this year; it just doesn't seem fair. My heart is heavy for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rundown. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day sorta started out badly. I didn't feel good, my phone was freaking out (I accidentally called Alicia at 7 am. . .twice!), there were annoying people on the bus, and there wasn't much to do in the repair shop. Things began to get better when I took a coffee break &amp; the coffee dude across the street hooked me up with 2 extra shots in my drink. Yes! The headache subsided &amp;amp; the fun began. I was able to get a lot of chem cleans (or Globo-chems as I like to call them) done on all of the University of Idaho horns &amp; still had time to goof around. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best part of my day was the great talk I had with Benny. He called me out of the blue just to tell me some things that he had been working on &amp;amp; how it might help me. We talked for quite some time &amp; I felt really good about myself afterwards. He is one of the few people who REALLY sees me &amp;amp; can articulate how he feels. I'm glad he's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ez said that his school didn't get my resume that I sent a couple of weeks ago, so I'm going to resend it tomorrow. I'm kind of glad they didn't get it, 'cause I thought they were ignoring me. Apparently the school is short staffed &amp; is looking for some people. I really hope I get the job. It would be great to work at the same place as Ez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a paragraph, but then erased it. I think I'll send an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for bed. Sorry the entry is all over the place; that's just how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115268303930014383?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115268303930014383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115268303930014383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115268303930014383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115268303930014383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-first-want-to-send-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115233662710398389</id><published>2006-07-07T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:31:12.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are Most Like Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmodernuspresidentareyoumostlikequiz/clinton.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No doubt, your legacy may be a little seedier than you'd like.But even though you've done some questionable things, you're still loved by almost all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Modern US President Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm more like him than "W!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115233662710398389?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115233662710398389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115233662710398389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115233662710398389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115233662710398389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-most-like-bill-clintonno-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115233651407879640</id><published>2006-07-07T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:28:34.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandma update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is doing a bit better.  The doctors are not going to diagnose anything further, instead, they are going to find a way for her to manage her pain.  She'll be in the hospital for the next couple of days before she is moved to a care facility.  She'll be there for a few weeks or so before going home, if possible.  I'm feeling better about things; I was really worried about her.  We've always been close, but even more so the past couple of years.  I'm glad I'll get to see her next Friday when I'm in p-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115233651407879640?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115233651407879640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115233651407879640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115233651407879640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115233651407879640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/grandma-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115216110238213211</id><published>2006-07-05T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:45:02.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For post 100 I decided to spruce up the ol' page.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out this evening that my grandma is in the hospital and isn't doing too well.  She's in a ton of pain and I'm really worried about her.  It's hard for me not to be there.  If you're a praying person, please send one up for her; she could really use it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115216110238213211?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115216110238213211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115216110238213211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115216110238213211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115216110238213211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-post-100-i-decided-to-spruce-up-ol.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115200074087713771</id><published>2006-07-04T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T02:12:20.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earlier today I was thinking of things that I should write about, but now, as I sit to do it, I can't remember a damn thing!  I suppose I'll compile some sort of list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well, Ben is coming through tomorrow to visit.  He'll crash here, then head back to Eau Claire.  I'm glad I'll have a friend around for the 4th.  It will be great to have a drinking buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My neighbor is going to be out of town for a month &amp; has decided to let me use her piano in her absence.  I'm quite excited!  She has a nice Boston baby grand &amp; I'll be able to use it whenever I like.  I'm looking forward to practicing before I head up to Port Townsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got some pretty great pants today.  They're soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm so enjoying having an mp3 player.  The past couple of days were "Etta James Days."  I listened to shit tons of Etta; it was fun.  I think I'll listen to some Betty Carter tomorrow.  I picked up a biography on her from the library today.  I hope it's interesting.  I don't know much about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went with my mom and her whatever-he-is, Chris, to see "Cars" tonight.  I thought it was cute.  It was fun watching it in a theatre with a bunch of kids; they get so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All of the important things I was going to share have slipped through the cracks in my brain.  Maybe I'll post tomorrow.  Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115200074087713771?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115200074087713771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115200074087713771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115200074087713771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115200074087713771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/earlier-today-i-was-thinking-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115178551977450291</id><published>2006-07-01T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:27:31.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eecdb5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is all about change, but in very small steps. The end of the journey looks far, but it's much closer than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God! I hope my soul doesn't look like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/boobienamegenerator/boobies.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bert and Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Name Generator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Should Visit Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlatinamericancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/argentina.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cowboys, European food, beaches, and skiing. This country is like no other!Learn to tango, hike across Patagonia, eat at fine restaurants... you'll never be bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Latin American Country Should You Visit&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are 73% Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsagittariusareyouquiz/sagittarius.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sagittarius Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 44% Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You A Lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Inner European is Dutch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/dutch.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Open minded and tolerant.You're up for just about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Dancer Name Generator&lt;/span&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/19606320-115178551977450291?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115178551977450291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115178551977450291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115178551977450291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115178551977450291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-your-soul-really-looks-likeyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115178225712303128</id><published>2006-07-01T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:30:57.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've all been glued to your computer screen waiting impatiently to find out how my try at Jeopardy! went.  I'm sure.  Well, I didn't pass the first round, but I did pretty well I think.  I was one of about 80 people in the room, in which I was the youngest by far!  There were only about 5 people that passed onto the next round &amp; they were all at least in their 50s.  I did have fun &amp; got a sweet pen.  I'll try out again next year, maybe for College Jeopardy where I would be competing with people from my own generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later.  I'll call you back too.  Sorry friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115178225712303128?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115178225712303128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115178225712303128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115178225712303128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115178225712303128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sure-youve-all-been-glued-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115125896962253558</id><published>2006-06-25T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:09:29.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I sit in my dad's office with super fast internet.  Ahhhh, being back in Portland is great.  The weather is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and I get to see my family.  It doesn't get much better than that.  In about an hour I'm heading over to Alicia's graduation party.  I'm glad that it's happening while I'm here.  I feel like I've missed out on a lot of stuff 'cause I've been far away.  My family is coming over around 2 this afternoon.  I'm really excited to see my sister, step-sister &amp; grandparents; it's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good news on the job front.  Ez found out about a job opening at his school in the computer lab/library as a teacher's aide.  I meet all of the requirements &amp; faxed over my resume.  It opens up mid-August, so I'll be there right in time.  I hope I get it.  It would be nice to have a good full-time job at the same place as Ez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeopardy! tryouts are tomorrow.  Honestly, I'm not feeling too confident.  I planned on beefing up on some basics (world capitals, vice presidents, chemistry. . .), but I just didn't get around to it.  Whoops!!  Oh well, if I don't make it on when I'm 22, I'll have plenty more chances when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go &amp; soak up some sunshine.  It's suposed to be about 100 degrees here the next couple of days.  And for those of you who don't know, that's REALLY hot for Portland.  I suppose I'm preparing for Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115125896962253558?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115125896962253558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115125896962253558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115125896962253558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115125896962253558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-i-sit-in-my-dads-office-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-115054610235099716</id><published>2006-06-17T06:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T06:08:22.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I reprised my role as percussionist with the Meridian Symphony Orchestra.  I had a lot of fun, mostly because my favorite person from work (Mona) was playing too.  Our concert was Thursday night &amp; went well.  They told me that I am permenantly hired.  Woo hoo!  Oh yeah, the guy playing snare thought I was 16.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is spending the night tonight!!  He left Wisconsin yesterday morning &amp; expects to be here at some point today.  It will be nice to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will write more later.  I have to get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-115054610235099716?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/115054610235099716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=115054610235099716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115054610235099716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/115054610235099716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114984720693222543</id><published>2006-06-09T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T04:00:06.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A spontaneous decision to go shopping this evening proved to be a worthwhile venture.  Besides buying the essentials (conditioner, contact solution, etc.), I picked up 2 dresses, 2 pairs of shoes, some tee shirts, and what might be the most exciting thing. . .a new bra.  Contrary to popular belief (ahem. Dave) I do wear them on occasion.  And this bra even makes it look like I am the owner of a chest!  Imagine that!  Actually, don't.  That's creepy.  Anyway, I'm excited.  I now have boobs (kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.  It's nearly 4 in the morning &amp; I'm still awake.  At this point I've given up on sleeping.  The alarm is going off at 6 anyway.  It's a good thing Ez is an insomniac too.  He's just about the only person I would feel comfortable calling at 2:30 in the morning.  As I thought.  He was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today I walked by the fence &amp; it was duck-free!  I saw them swimming in the creek.  I was like a proud mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114984720693222543?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114984720693222543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114984720693222543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114984720693222543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114984720693222543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/06/spontaneous-decision-to-go-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114973450044365177</id><published>2006-06-07T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:41:40.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved a duck.  A little duckling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him stuck in a chain-link fence while I was walking home.  His body was on one side of the fence &amp; his legs were stuck on the other.  The mom was really pissed off &amp; was pecking me, but after several minutes of manipulation, I was able to get the ducky out.  I slipped him under the fence &amp; the duckies dove into the water.  Hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114973450044365177?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114973450044365177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114973450044365177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114973450044365177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114973450044365177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-i-was-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114948586085746259</id><published>2006-06-04T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:39:16.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I suppose it's time for an update. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to Phoenix in August. That's the biggest thing, I guess. I'll be moving in with Ez and his parents. Of course I decide to go during the hottest part of the year. It's a dry heat, right? I keep telling myself that. I'll be getting a job, maybe doing an internship at a recording studio, spending a ton of time with my best friend, and making music. Lots of music. If there is one thing that sucks about Boise, it is the lack of music. The most musical thing I've done here was play some Bach on my clarinet. I suck at the clarinet. Ez already has an excellent voice teacher picked out &amp; we'll be playing a lot of music around the house. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't come to visit here in Boise, you're more than welcome to stop by Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else is new. Oh, I got my acceptance to the Port Townsend Jazz Workshop &amp;amp; now I'm hoping to get some good news from the financial aid front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Brazilian music and want to learn Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up at 6 every day for work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cookie dough ice cream, Papa Murphy's Gormet Vegetarian Pizza, and Kettle Chips Honey Dijon flavor. Not together mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I watched "Everyone Says I Love You" last night. It's quite possibly the cutest movie ever. Thanks Woody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some crazy dreams last night. In one, I was having an affair with a teacher at my school. We were found out &amp;amp; had to escape all crazy like. I even had a plot to blow up the school. It was straight out of an action movie. Sweet! Maybe that's why I slept so late. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great letter from Kari yesterday (I'll write you back really soon. I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are a Beagle Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/beagle-puppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky.And you're sense of smell is absolutely amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#99ddff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#addaff"&gt;85% New York City&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2d6ff"&gt;80% Chicago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d3ff"&gt;75% Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebcfff"&gt;60% Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;60% Los Angeles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/rocky-road.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun.You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things.You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it!&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114948586085746259?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114948586085746259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114948586085746259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114948586085746259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114948586085746259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-suppose-its-time-for-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114899554730908817</id><published>2006-05-30T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:25:47.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired.  I could not fall asleep last night &amp; ended up watching "American Scientific Frontiers" hosted by Alan Alda on salmon &amp; blue fin tuna.  I can now tell the difference between hatchery, farmed, and wild salmon just by looking at them.  Quiz me.  I'll know.  Or dams.  I now know more than I've ever wanted to know about dams.  Let's just hope they have a salmon category on Jeopardy!. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114899554730908817?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114899554730908817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114899554730908817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114899554730908817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114899554730908817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114897011676905462</id><published>2006-05-30T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:21:56.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two Days Off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get two days off.  In a row that is.  Currently I have Thursdays and Sundays free, but that's kind of a drag.  This weekend I had two whole days.  And what did I do with all that free time, you might ask.  Absolutely nothing!  That's not entirely true.  I have put a ton of music on my new mp3 player (thanks ez), rolled down a huge sand dune &amp; got sand EVERYWHERE, watched "Mighty Aphrodite," and decided for sure to move to Phoenix in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the update.  I'll write more later.  I know I've been slacking, but I haven't been spending much time at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing well (especially you Theresa!!).  Call me if you get a chance.  Sometimes I'm bad about returning calls now that I'm a working girl, but I'd love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114897011676905462?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114897011676905462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114897011676905462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114897011676905462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114897011676905462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-days-off-i-dont-get-two-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114843154892520930</id><published>2006-05-23T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:45:48.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who has been invited to audition for Jeopardy on Monday, June 26th at 11:30am in her hometown of Portland, Oregon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. . .this girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114843154892520930?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114843154892520930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114843154892520930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114843154892520930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114843154892520930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-who-has-been-invited-to-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114836281794194922</id><published>2006-05-22T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:40:23.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Tofu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/tofu.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so you aren't exactly meat. And that's fine with you. Even if people think you're a bit bland.There's a good chance you're veg - and even if you aren't, you secretly think meat is gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Meat Are You?&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/19606320-114836281794194922?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114836281794194922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114836281794194922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114836281794194922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114836281794194922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-tofuokay-so-you-arent-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114836215831889548</id><published>2006-05-22T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:29:18.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking about moving to Phoenix. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114836215831889548?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114836215831889548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114836215831889548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114836215831889548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114836215831889548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-about-moving-to-phoenix.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114748286298531948</id><published>2006-05-12T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:14:22.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're my mom, you probably shouldn't be reading this.  I write this to my friends.  It's just weird if you read it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114748286298531948?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114748286298531948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114748286298531948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114748286298531948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114748286298531948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-youre-my-mom-you-probably-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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-19606320.post-114706737054287052</id><published>2006-05-07T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:49:30.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am procrastinating.  This site is being used for its original intent. . .keeping me from doing the things I'm supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write up all of this financial aid stuff for Port Townsend.  It's not even a whole lot; I just don't quite know what to write &amp; I hate asking for things, let alone $1,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I won't have a computer for a few days.  My mom is finally taking it in to get it checked out.  It's sooo slow right now.  I will, however, continue to compulsively check my email from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the time wasting.  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19606320-114706737054287052?l=meather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/feeds/114706737054287052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19606320&amp;postID=114706737054287052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114706737054287052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19606320/posts/default/114706737054287052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meather.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-procrastinating.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13530996212219199629</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></feed>
