<?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-4820974695593664703</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:45:20.325-08:00</updated><category term='kisses'/><category term='shrugs'/><category term='Fact'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Guess'/><title type='text'>shrugs 'n kisses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5568396010547271032</id><published>2011-12-29T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:35:19.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Dear Mom, Dad and Grandma G</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b5pJOhZ0Csjz1axUTihUhuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oO0UHXzIgU0/Tvu_UiDLaeI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/20J7P7uBqbc/s640/image.jpg" height="640" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2011BlogPictures?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJjAk6TWzofy9wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2011 Blog Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5568396010547271032?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5568396010547271032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5568396010547271032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5568396010547271032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5568396010547271032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-mom-dad-and-grandma-g.html' title='Dear Mom, Dad and Grandma G'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oO0UHXzIgU0/Tvu_UiDLaeI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/20J7P7uBqbc/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3365528110539087187</id><published>2011-12-22T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:20:12.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Because it's true...</title><content type='html'>I saw this and thought of a few of my friends...so I hope you all read this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sortacrunchy.net/sortacrunchy/2011/05/pinterest-a-beginners-guide.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sortacrunchy.net/.a/6a00e54fb985aa8833015432676a75970c-320wi" alt="Therealone" /&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/4820974695593664703-3365528110539087187?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3365528110539087187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3365528110539087187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3365528110539087187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3365528110539087187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-its-true.html' title='Because it&apos;s true...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4252444052678222563</id><published>2011-08-12T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:07:56.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I am 100% celebrating my Birthmonth</title><content type='html'>It's been a great one this year! On Tuesday, I got to do the birthday dance and let me tell you-- it was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Magical, even. I recorded it, and while you might not be entertained by this video, but I grin every time I see it, so I'm putting it on my blog anyway.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zGmiWzAyf6w?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS-A special &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to everyone there --I had so much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4252444052678222563?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4252444052678222563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4252444052678222563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4252444052678222563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4252444052678222563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-100-celebrating-my-birthmonth.html' title='I am 100% celebrating my Birthmonth'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zGmiWzAyf6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-56982262598050981</id><published>2011-07-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:25:19.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>MP3 Purchased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right--I actually did buy an MP3.  Not just for my bike rides, either.  I bought it for the train ride to Chicago.  What, you didn't know I was taking a train to Chicago? Don't feel bad, because as much as I feel like I've been shouting it from the rooftops for 2 months (at least), last week everyone was shocked when I mentioned how excited I was for it.  Because I was SO EXCITED for it!  I've been home for a few days now, and am still giddy about my adventure. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4cyAaiMoaKWz4FWeGkqJ8uJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jh1vxRj_e7U/Ti8yTDnRjoI/AAAAAAAAGgI/Hdj7BzoNRzw/s288/IMG_2244.JPG" height="288" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trust me:  You need to take a train ride, and you need to have a sleeper roomette when you do it.  I'm totally planning a trip to Seattle soon, if you want to come with me.  I am a convert.  Travel by train is so much more enjoyable than flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sure, it takes longer, but I promise it is worth it! Okay, I guess I can't promise that.  You have to &lt;/span&gt;enjoy leisure time and have the ability to entertain yourself.  Of course we had books to read and &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-2-kHcs86dECkRP9_PMeUuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eAINmAbO4oY/Ti9L9p8A-gI/AAAAAAAAGhc/b3EDK8_2eho/s288/playing%252520cards.jpg" height="153" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; games to play games and friends to make, &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TA6fuN8rBHFCxAw8MvIP6uJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=directlink"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aM8oVVLWHOQ/TjEL4hiJh6I/AAAAAAAAGiY/Rl4VA_q2qXw/s288/Finley2.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but even with all that to do, I still found myself staring out the window at amazing views:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iY7SxR1u6mJgdhR727z4B-J1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u5irKmiJbKU/TjBHJ0svGCI/AAAAAAAAGiM/gu7A2YH8Vc0/s288/045.JPG" height="137" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pw7IYmsP8f_AMSpst6Fzl-J1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pQQIezq6yLw/Ti8y5YPby5I/AAAAAAAAGgU/MibT1HA0N6g/s288/IMG_2259.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uujWxHuf6HxCFkPeNA_NguJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=directlink"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fIcqd_AnxmY/Ti8zYPr4uaI/AAAAAAAAGgc/oHij5MrHjak/s288/IMG_2263.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hUYH7PRLBRb3IiZQ-WpFDuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nxZ3vYaRvbo/Ti8zJMA5PHI/AAAAAAAAGgY/RWpus1scSoM/s288/IMG_2261.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could have spend 2 more days looking out those windows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Not to mention all the fun to be had once we reached our destination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2-gzRUxSIlXwThmSgF03I-J1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LgSoTfslPHc/Ti8z6QJw_QI/AAAAAAAAGgo/7ufYnMhWKUY/s144/IMG_2380.JPG" height="144" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qFXPrTQj_YTdPVXCpSrlhuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MYB_EZnTwTg/Ti80NY6KAlI/AAAAAAAAGgs/nZlgHOPVGsM/s144/IMG_2388.JPG" height="108" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ecjKvV_IRJhKvaky8QEONOJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O7J-q36XDwA/Ti80Px88rEI/AAAAAAAAGgw/oouoTb6eDtM/s144/IMG_2416.JPG" height="144" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/35MoL7ucrlFcCKB4wiuMRuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8xxmhGWnj_A/Ti80xA0PFEI/AAAAAAAAGg4/V5mMjWmadO8/s144/IMG_2466.JPG" height="144" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nQ0VKxkPkf20RI7qQwRWyeJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYdGrUMv37A/Ti8znuuVafI/AAAAAAAAGgg/oOmuW7_OBjo/s144/IMG_2302.JPG" height="108" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IKSz0SZZampWi090tGylCuJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MY3ksgyTCXw/Ti80xK38NSI/AAAAAAAAGg8/kbjlj4xqOQk/s144/IMG_2465.JPG" height="144" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edited:&lt;/b&gt;  If you want more information about our time in Chicago, check out &lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicago-chicago-that-toddlin-town.html"&gt;Rachel's post&lt;/a&gt;.  She's fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-56982262598050981?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/56982262598050981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=56982262598050981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/56982262598050981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/56982262598050981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/07/mp3-purchased.html' title='MP3 Purchased'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jh1vxRj_e7U/Ti8yTDnRjoI/AAAAAAAAGgI/Hdj7BzoNRzw/s72-c/IMG_2244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-322344653358164101</id><published>2011-05-03T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:43:57.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><title type='text'>I might have to get an MP3 player...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not so much because I really want one...but rather because I really want to play this song &lt;iframe src="http://www.opendrive.com/files/listen.php?file_id=25578371_rMyDn&amp;amp;autoplay=false" height="35" width="370" style="border:0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; while I ride my bicycle.  Because I bought a &lt;i&gt;bicycle&lt;/i&gt;! And I'm super excited about it!  &lt;a href="http://www.huffy.com/products/Product.aspx?pid=349|5|17"&gt;It looks like this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxv9z5LITXQ/TcGQIQMo8RI/AAAAAAAAGOI/JZgcXrdTHxY/s320/My%2Bbike%2Bcropped.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602917882886942994" /&gt;Kinda cute, right? I'm going to start riding my bike to work, and around town, and on the bike path that crosses my town, and at the beach...Anywhere else you think I should go? I'd be willing to let you show me.  Want to take a ride today?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://store.electrabike.com/eSource/ecom/common/prodesc/images/368421_LG.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the basket, because I obviously need a basket on my beach cruiser, right? I mean, where else would I put my strawberries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of cute, check out &lt;a href="http://www.chp.ca.gov/html/bicycleriding.html"&gt;this guide&lt;/a&gt; from the CHP. That was handy of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-322344653358164101?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/322344653358164101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=322344653358164101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/322344653358164101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/322344653358164101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-might-have-to-get-mp3-player.html' title='I might have to get an MP3 player...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxv9z5LITXQ/TcGQIQMo8RI/AAAAAAAAGOI/JZgcXrdTHxY/s72-c/My%2Bbike%2Bcropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7213152063354910928</id><published>2011-04-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:47:48.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMwojpHYXT8/Ta0wE7bDhqI/AAAAAAAAGLA/SG_fwuV7F2A/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMwojpHYXT8/Ta0wE7bDhqI/AAAAAAAAGLA/SG_fwuV7F2A/s160/IMG_1801.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teaching my nephew random words from several languages, with frequent "pop quizzes" in which I ask "what does ____ mean?" Today he pointed to a patch on his shorts (shown above...sorry it's blurry, but this is the best I had because he insisted on being the one to take the picture, and since I was driving, I didn't have to much of a chance to argue with him) and said: "Do you know what this means?" I replied that I didn't know, and he said "Win. Not when, like waiting; win like...win." It took me a few minutes to understand what he was trying to explain to me, but I am totally impressed that this 4 year old even  thought to explain the distinction.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7213152063354910928?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7213152063354910928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7213152063354910928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7213152063354910928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7213152063354910928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/04/translation.html' title='Translation'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMwojpHYXT8/Ta0wE7bDhqI/AAAAAAAAGLA/SG_fwuV7F2A/s72-c/IMG_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1863911159202732154</id><published>2011-03-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:33:25.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow:  Earth Hour 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="426" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mxjbip6y04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mxjbip6y04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="426" height="257"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.earthhour.org/widget/vote/Widget_wLogos.htm" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" width="480" height="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1863911159202732154?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1863911159202732154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1863911159202732154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1863911159202732154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1863911159202732154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow-earth-hour-2011.html' title='Tomorrow:  Earth Hour 2011'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8388936111140726617</id><published>2011-02-22T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:20:04.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>I went to church on Sunday, deciding to visit a different building.   On the 2 parking places closest to the entrance, saw signs like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M-Ar09MT8B9pOwqeDYG5beJ1iNqlTE6LUcvILN--feo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TWMOkFhVxNI/AAAAAAAAGB8/jASY2r9CUQI/s640/IMG_1748.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2011BlogPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJjAk6TWzofy9wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2011 Blog Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And I had to wonder...What super important person was attending church there?* I'm totally bad at recognizing celebrities, so that is probably didn't see them. I may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Or are those always out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8388936111140726617?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8388936111140726617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8388936111140726617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8388936111140726617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8388936111140726617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/02/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TWMOkFhVxNI/AAAAAAAAGB8/jASY2r9CUQI/s72-c/IMG_1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4731715683173839898</id><published>2011-02-21T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:36:50.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>"It's snowing!"  SLAM!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know--I've been fairly absent for a long time. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I still do things and think "this would be a great blog entry" and "I'm so blogging about this" but I never actually make it to my blog.  I assure you that I am still alive. For the last few months, I can blame my absence on work. I've been working &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt;.  In fact, I'm working right now, so I can't blog much, but I wanted to make sure I start posting again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago I decided to take an evening drive. I used to to that all the time, but it's been a while. Life must be going well for me.  ;-)  Anyway, I was driving around, and headed up to Baldy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://www.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=34.223123,-117.667952&amp;amp;daddr=&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=dme&amp;amp;mrsp=0&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;sll=34.223123,-117.671921&amp;amp;sspn=0.009723,0.021973&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=34.203284,-117.662544&amp;amp;spn=0.099381,0.145912&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;saddr=34.223123,-117.667952&amp;amp;daddr=&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=dme&amp;amp;mrsp=0&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;sll=34.223123,-117.671921&amp;amp;sspn=0.009723,0.021973&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=34.203284,-117.662544&amp;amp;spn=0.099381,0.145912&amp;amp;z=12" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the time I came out of the tunnels, there was snow on the ground. To all you people who need your snow, this picture was taken just (Edited:  I guess I probably shouldn't say where I live...) miles from my house*: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeG2ofqW-L0/TWMRiXiNjrI/AAAAAAAAGCU/7tqGm9f5XpE/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeG2ofqW-L0/TWMRiXiNjrI/AAAAAAAAGCU/7tqGm9f5XpE/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576320045745540786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?!? I am so glad I was wearing my super warm Old Navy Pea Coat! We got out and had a little snow ball fight, tried to read the gangsta tagging in the snow, and then quickly got back into the warm vehicle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, did you notice that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up there on the map? That's about how far up I made it. When we started sliding on the road I insisted the truck be turned around. The driver said we'd just go to the Village and then turn around--not that much further, right? But if you know the area, you'd also know that there is a big hill by the school, and I didn't want to chance sliding down it and not being able to get home.**  I know, I'm a baby; but I stopped wearing diapers long ago, and and if we'd gone any further, well, they would have come in handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Which is exactly how it should be--Snow belongs in the mountains, not in my front yard/driveway/commonly used streets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Granted, I do know people who live very near that same hill, so we could have paid them a little visit, but I didn't see the need to mention that...&lt;/i&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/4820974695593664703-4731715683173839898?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4731715683173839898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4731715683173839898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4731715683173839898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4731715683173839898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-snowing-slam.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s snowing!&quot;  SLAM!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeG2ofqW-L0/TWMRiXiNjrI/AAAAAAAAGCU/7tqGm9f5XpE/s72-c/IMG_1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4234694485112788780</id><published>2011-02-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:39:17.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Dear USA Network,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have tried watching the full episode of Fairly Legal's pilot episode on two different computers, using two different networks, and have encountered problems both times.  The feed was slow at best, and only made it to about 5 minutes before giving an error message asking that I check back at a later time. How am I supposed to get attached to your programs when I can't even successfully watch the first episode when I have a few minutes of free time? Please fix this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Hulu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4234694485112788780?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4234694485112788780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4234694485112788780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4234694485112788780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4234694485112788780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-usa-network.html' title='Dear USA Network,'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1895827622066054417</id><published>2010-12-12T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T15:39:24.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering how to Celebrate Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Check out these places and then come leave some comments on what you thought (I haven't been to all of these places, so I'm not sure they all exist). This is just my initial list--I'll be updating it as I find more, I already know there are a few in Pasadena, including hastings ranch which I don't yet have information on, and I don't have time right now to look for it. Please feel free to let me know about your favorites so I can add them to the list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples/los-angeles-california?lang=eng"&gt;LDS LA Temple&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;the official site didn't have pictures of the lights; use this &lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/los-angeles-mormon-temple/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend's home at &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=9563+langston+st,+rancho+cucamonga,+ca+&amp;amp;sll=34.127318,-117.525317&amp;amp;sspn=0.638877,1.234589&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=9563+Langston+St,+Rancho+Cucamonga,+San+Bernardino,+California+91730&amp;amp;ll=34.112888,-117.596433&amp;amp;spn=0.009984,0.01929&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=16"&gt;9563 langston st&lt;/a&gt;, rancho cucamonga, ca --&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Synchronized lights and music show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 26px; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/478495/7_free_holiday_activities_to_enjoy.html?cat=8"&gt;7 Free Holiday Activities to Enjoy in Rancho Cucamonga and Other Neighboring Cities in the Inland Empire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://find.mapmuse.com/map/xmas-displays/34.44,-118.3,8#"&gt;http://find.mapmuse.com/map/xmas-displays/34.44,-118.3,8#&lt;/a&gt;  --&gt; Some of the local are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;            &lt;a href="http://find.mapmuse.com/details/xmas-displays/157146199/thoroughbred-christmas-lights"&gt;Thoroughbred&lt;/a&gt; Street, off Sapphire street in Alta Loma/Rancho Cucamonga --&gt; A whole community of homes with lights, many selling treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;            "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christmasinchino.com/index.html" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Christmas in Chino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;" --&gt; Synchronized lights and music show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;            "&lt;a href="http://find.mapmuse.com/details/xmas-displays/291395603/lights-for-our-heroes"&gt;Lights for our Heroes&lt;/a&gt;" --&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; "&gt;display dedicated to all active duty/former military, first responders &amp;amp; supporting families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; "&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://find.mapmuse.com/details/xmas-displays/230788366/holiday-on-holmar-2006"&gt;Holiday on Holmar&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; 1126 N. Holmar Ave, Azusa CA 91702 This one might not exist anymore...I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/4820974695593664703-1895827622066054417?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1895827622066054417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1895827622066054417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1895827622066054417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1895827622066054417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/12/wondering-how-to-celebrate-christmas.html' title='Wondering how to Celebrate Christmas?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4491602663846004460</id><published>2010-10-26T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:03:13.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>It's Almost Official!</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering about this for a while now, since I finished up all my work back in August, and I was told that it would be about 6 weeks to verify. It's been more than 6 weeks, right? So, yesterday I called the office and found out that the person I need to talk to will be on vacation for 2 more weeks...ya. I'd pretty much resigned to not hearing anything ever...But guess what I just got in my voice mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://clients4.google.com/voice/embed/embedPlayer" width="100%" height="64"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://clients4.google.com/voice/embed/embedPlayer"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="u=09982633985340134937&amp;amp;k=AHwOX_D7vY0tuS9LwvmPAqOSY5a8q1VUrGlBF5CLya09LlyONW_uJFZGGdsMywt39gKLSDgj0lRGX0Jhi4ZHWzr2rj2R9QWETwkw5a98wa-hL5iUEliccdWC1wbUmBr7pjD0pdG_jWlcWjaGRGGL15TIE4yNUuXcoKfpQWycO4ocU48Ib1bznAA&amp;amp;baseurl=https://clients4.google.com/voice&amp;amp;autoPlay=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS--I love that I don't have to feel bad for posting this recording here because she didn't include anything too confidential.     Thanks Lady!  :0)&lt;br /&gt;PPS--I also LOVE my &lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-confession.html"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; Voice account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4491602663846004460?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4491602663846004460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4491602663846004460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4491602663846004460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4491602663846004460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-almost-official.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Official!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-291134090458039710</id><published>2010-09-28T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:31:01.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Are they kidding me?!? / Guess where I was*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TKIIVlLH7UI/AAAAAAAAFw8/u27SUnADaf4/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TKIIVlLH7UI/AAAAAAAAFw8/u27SUnADaf4/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521985259958693186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;This is completely unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Irritatedly,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Answer:   Clearly, on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;side of the garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-291134090458039710?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/291134090458039710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=291134090458039710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/291134090458039710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/291134090458039710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-they-kidding-me-guess-where-i-was.html' title='Are they kidding me?!? / Guess where I was*'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TKIIVlLH7UI/AAAAAAAAFw8/u27SUnADaf4/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6961948618326666971</id><published>2010-09-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:04:06.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I Love Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TJMBY-IRPbI/AAAAAAAAFsI/iZY5FFW9qww/s1600/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TJMBY-IRPbI/AAAAAAAAFsI/iZY5FFW9qww/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my friend April so much!!! Last week she gave me a Hip Scarf--want to know why? Because I started belly dancing again! I am taking a class through the city, and yesterday was my first lesson. It was...interesting, to say the least. I love the dance!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am excited to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- have fun&lt;br /&gt;-- make new friends&lt;div&gt;-- not pay a full tuition&lt;br /&gt;-- relearn the moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- have a commute of only 5-10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-- improve my technique (hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- the isolation practices&lt;br /&gt;-- improve my salsa dancing (and also my midsection)&lt;br /&gt;-- gain a little boost of self acceptance because belly dancers are supposed to have round bellies&lt;br /&gt;-- reap the benefits boosted self confidence/comfort offers to all aspects of one's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- develop a somewhat decent belly roll (as in the dance move)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am not so excited to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- have a room full of strangers watching my attempts--including a man (who knew men take belly dancing classes?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- give up an evening every week to go to class (I'll miss my free evening, especially now that I've got a side job that will take up all my free time for the next 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;-- see the teacher's "fanny-pack"&lt;br /&gt;-- endure the drama of teenage angst-y cries for attention&lt;br /&gt;-- have people I hardly know find out and ask for demonstrations (because that is awkward, and it is never as cool as you think it could be...especially when there is no music, no costume, no co-performer. Although it is slightly less awkward when I know you well, so feel free to ask away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4820974695593664703-6961948618326666971?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6961948618326666971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6961948618326666971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6961948618326666971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6961948618326666971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-presents.html' title='I Love Presents!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TJMBY-IRPbI/AAAAAAAAFsI/iZY5FFW9qww/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6831098811448111513</id><published>2010-09-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:20:00.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk6rcRTvuI/AAAAAAAAFq0/vz_i3tIS-YY/s1600/IMG_1178-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 275px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk6rcRTvuI/AAAAAAAAFq0/vz_i3tIS-YY/s320/IMG_1178-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515003736689458914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love shopping for deals, and this is a dress I found for half off the clearance price at Torrid. (I love it when they do those sales!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk7LaZqltI/AAAAAAAAFrM/uqEsDu5t9zs/s1600/IMG_1179-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk7LaZqltI/AAAAAAAAFrM/uqEsDu5t9zs/s200/IMG_1179-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515004285943453394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd decided it was a little shorter than I wanted, so I added a strip of white eyelet fabric to the bottom. You probably can't tell from the first picture, but the tying belt has eyelets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too hard, just a straight line, really. But I also reinforced a  few other places where the seams seemed to be coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk6sBqpDHI/AAAAAAAAFrE/K_tfVG3sYzQ/s1600/IMG_1181-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk6sBqpDHI/AAAAAAAAFrE/K_tfVG3sYzQ/s320/IMG_1181-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515003746727824498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am very proud of myself, because I even remembered to sew it facing the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a seamstress, but I think this turned out very well!  I have some fabric to make a few baby blankets* too, so I'll probably put up some picture of those, too...When I finally get around to doing them... The corners are super intimidating to me.  If they were just for myself, I might be a little more forgiving, but since I don't have kids, the blankets would be for other people, and for that I'd expect near perfection from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did make a tied felt blanket, but I forgot to post pictures...You can see a little of it on Laura Devlin's Facebook page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-6831098811448111513?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6831098811448111513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6831098811448111513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6831098811448111513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6831098811448111513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-made-it-better.html' title='I Made It Better'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIk6rcRTvuI/AAAAAAAAFq0/vz_i3tIS-YY/s72-c/IMG_1178-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-255264987208287294</id><published>2010-09-10T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:22:32.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Who likes free stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Christy posted a deal on her blog, and while I don't usually do stuff like this, I'm gonna take advantage of this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diamondearrings.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIrG9wMZlKI/AAAAAAAAFrk/KnEJ6EAIybA/s320/steps.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515439457879823522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;They're not real diamonds, but for $4 I didn't really expect them to be... and as you see by the 5 steps above, it's pretty easy. I think this is a great marketing strategy. Wouldn't it be nice if every new company gave away stuff for free instead of all those annoying ads and commercials?  I've looked around, and it seems like a legit ad, but if you are worried, I"ll let you know if /when I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note/letter:&lt;br /&gt;Dear http://www.diamondearrings.org/,&lt;br /&gt;I love this idea! What a great marketing concept. I hope this campaign brings you success in your business endeavors. But I have a question for you:  How many carats? Next time you are doing something like this, you might want to mention that. Anyway, Thanks for the studs you are sending me! I'm sure I'll love them, but if not my way too girlie niece will love new dress up jewels.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again,&lt;br /&gt;Heath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-255264987208287294?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/255264987208287294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=255264987208287294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/255264987208287294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/255264987208287294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-likes-free-stuff.html' title='Who likes free stuff?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TIrG9wMZlKI/AAAAAAAAFrk/KnEJ6EAIybA/s72-c/steps.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-9049216898562718355</id><published>2010-09-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:20:49.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>I "reunited" with my BFF from Elementary school,* and was inspired to take this math &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/results/?result=9#"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt;**:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 401px; height: 270px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/results/?result=9"&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* I am not so much "reunited with my BFF from Elementary school" as I am "reading the blog I just found which belongs to my BFF from elementary school". Same thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I haven't taken math since my first semester of College...That was a long time ago. When did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-9049216898562718355?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9049216898562718355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=9049216898562718355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/9049216898562718355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/9049216898562718355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/09/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7069603026406622190</id><published>2010-08-16T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:50:24.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Best Birthday Ever!</title><content type='html'>Friday the thirteenth is often thought to be bad luck, but I'm going to have to disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;It is actually a great day! I'll prove it to you. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...I was going to try to format it all cutely, but I don't have the time now, and it's already been too long for my birthday update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I got a few visits at my office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jQXLGMcjkxgnqRrhBsVEQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmrt7yu75I/AAAAAAAAFBc/tiaLctfO8GE/s400/IMG_1010-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I got another visit and a yummy cookie cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tLDhu-Ex-gz0CJ6krgLgpw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmrz5eXHRI/AAAAAAAAFBg/7lUEh3vNfRk/s288/IMG_1012-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010BlogPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 blog pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Cindy came to visit and enjoyed a piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7btXHzpm4Q_GHZnnqKhtsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmr4tZ3z-I/AAAAAAAAFBk/xp2MGfv_i1s/s288/IMG_1023-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010BlogPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 blog pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;She also loved the Outrigger Sweet Potato Stack and Bacon Avocado Burger from &lt;a href="http://www.honoluluharryschino.com/"&gt;Honolulu Harrys&lt;/a&gt;. (have you been there? You should go. You should try the Sweet Potato Stack. Seriously. I love that place.)  She's a good eater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XdwZ7DH-6lqZaQrb3qEM0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmsHF1NTUI/AAAAAAAAFB0/CAdHqfjWLe4/s400/IMG_1030-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010BlogPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 blog pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After dinner my friends threw me a little party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/75QB5YdSCnJBEl2Fz9V4AA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmsKzkLIaI/AAAAAAAAFB4/ya9oAGVp_Iw/s288/IMG_1031-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010BlogPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 blog pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot to take pictures at my other parties, one of which included this piece of heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mmm-yoso.typepad.com/mmmyoso/images/2008/05/19/dsc01690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://mmm-yoso.typepad.com/mmmyoso/images/2008/05/19/dsc01690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi's Pain Perdu. AKA Yummy.&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;Thanks for everyone who helped to make this a great day! I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7069603026406622190?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7069603026406622190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7069603026406622190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7069603026406622190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7069603026406622190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-birthday-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Ever!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TGmrt7yu75I/AAAAAAAAFBc/tiaLctfO8GE/s72-c/IMG_1010-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8590686116325825614</id><published>2010-07-30T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:26:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TFJ-uYY07FI/AAAAAAAAE-o/JybGNHfmQVM/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TFJ-uYY07FI/AAAAAAAAE-o/JybGNHfmQVM/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you know this or not, but I've been interning.  (I'm not actually sure I should be posting pictures, but I figure it's probably ok, since you can see exactly 0 people's faces in this one...who was the photographer?)  Today "Dr. Nic" (a paleontologist) was a guest lecturer. She brought this timeline of life on Earth, along with some flash cards. It was really interesting, and she is super cute!  But she also reminded me that she's probably about my age, and has already completed what would equate to her 22nd "grade" in school. My life's timeline is probably about as long as hers, however, I'm only about to finish my 16th year...It's amazing to me how motivated young people are!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8590686116325825614?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8590686116325825614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8590686116325825614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8590686116325825614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8590686116325825614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TFJ-uYY07FI/AAAAAAAAE-o/JybGNHfmQVM/s72-c/IMG_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8679534451177886310</id><published>2010-06-23T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:52:29.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Who's adorable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even with a flooded apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TCI-bA0TgvI/AAAAAAAAE6o/LanKSwYMMx0/s1600/cindy+flood.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TCI-bA0TgvI/AAAAAAAAE6o/LanKSwYMMx0/s320/cindy+flood.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486015929887458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8679534451177886310?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8679534451177886310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8679534451177886310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8679534451177886310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8679534451177886310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-adorable.html' title='Who&apos;s adorable?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/TCI-bA0TgvI/AAAAAAAAE6o/LanKSwYMMx0/s72-c/cindy+flood.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4538025025874394723</id><published>2010-06-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:58:09.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Impressive</title><content type='html'>This is a fantastic ad! Not saying anything about the actual product, I love this.  I love how it is like a visual timeline of technology, pieced together in a way that truly shows how one thing triggered the next. I especially loved the part right after 20 seconds, where it's so fast you almost can't see what's being used as dominoes.  It's so true that things change that fast, and as soon as one thing is created, it's falling because it was used as a diving board for the next idea. I can not even imagine what we* will come up with next. Keep it up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdLtWVy1DQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdLtWVy1DQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*and by "we" I ovbiously mean "someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4538025025874394723?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4538025025874394723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4538025025874394723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4538025025874394723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4538025025874394723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/06/impressive.html' title='Impressive'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2747863573719896561</id><published>2010-05-21T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:04:14.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>I hate that even when I am doing my best to be a good/caring/responsible person, I still have to look into the face of my problems/options and admit that I have no clue what to do. When do we finally "grow up"and know all the answers?  I'd love it if that could happen soon, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The older you get, the less you know. ...I think someone already said that--I'm plagiarizing it."--Dave H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being able to admit that shows that we are, in fact "grown up."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I don't see how that is fair. Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2747863573719896561?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2747863573719896561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2747863573719896561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2747863573719896561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2747863573719896561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6462327689470074944</id><published>2010-05-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:20:54.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Have you heard of this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S-rSRGpu1CI/AAAAAAAAEtU/F_hQXBhOVdw/s1600/30logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S-rSRGpu1CI/AAAAAAAAEtU/F_hQXBhOVdw/s200/30logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470415888680145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just found* &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/"&gt;helium.com&lt;/a&gt;, which will apparently pay you to write stuff--So cool!  And since I am obviously not gifted in the writing department, I thought I'd pass it on to you, because I know that several of you are super gifted.  That's not to say that you  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; do it, but just that if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to you could.  Because you'd be good at it.  And because I believe in you.  And also, you could use the money you make doing something you are really good at (and really enjoy) to pay your bills.**  You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*And by "I found" I obviously mean "I was reading the comments on &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i-plan-to-make-money-and-why-you.html"&gt;Allie's blog&lt;/a&gt; and some one suggested it to her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**One of which is to buy me ice cream.  Oh, you didn't know that?  ...Maybe that's why you've fallen so far behind....Well, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-6462327689470074944?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6462327689470074944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6462327689470074944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6462327689470074944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6462327689470074944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-heard-of-this.html' title='Have you heard of this?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S-rSRGpu1CI/AAAAAAAAEtU/F_hQXBhOVdw/s72-c/30logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1427669937867281220</id><published>2010-05-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:07:23.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>This is what our Family conversation looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7Ju3YTZLgsVo7MPjIlYmvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 723px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S-eacLACA5I/AAAAAAAAEpg/H6EE7pP3OlI/s800/IMG_0645-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010PicOfTheDay?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 Pic of the day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yep--that's my sister and I huddled around the computer with my brother on the Skype, and parents on one cell phone, 2 of my sisters on the home phone, and another brother on my cell phone.  We had another cell phone there trying to reach my other brother and sister, but sadly they were unavailable. It was fun to have almost everyone "there." My family is funny! (Some of you who don't know my family won't believe that, but I promise. They are hilarious, even though I'm not.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1427669937867281220?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1427669937867281220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1427669937867281220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1427669937867281220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1427669937867281220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S-eacLACA5I/AAAAAAAAEpg/H6EE7pP3OlI/s72-c/IMG_0645-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8342610196838707109</id><published>2010-05-03T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:22:38.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Speaking of...</title><content type='html'>Speaking of &lt;a href="http://glo.msn.com/style/kentucky-derby-3185.gallery?gt1=49002"&gt;hats&lt;/a&gt;, you should check out the hats that made an appearance at the Kentucky Derby.  Here is a little taste of what you'll find:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kentuckyderby.info/images/women-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.kentuckyderby.info/images/women-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dear &lt;a href="http://www.msn.com/"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt;, I could potentially be a fan of your "&lt;a href="http://glo.msn.com/"&gt;glo&lt;/a&gt;" (I already really like the logo).  I am a huge fan of Google, so I appreciate that you are starting to look like them.  Sadly, I find the added bar across the top to be hugely distracting. You know, the black one, which sits below the white one which appears very  similar to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;another site's&lt;/a&gt;.  This is mostly because it takes up even more of the top of the screen (almost a whole inch at all times, then you add even more with the drop-down menu that pops up if I accidentally pass my mouse over anything up there), which means that the images in your slide shows don't fit on my screen. Huge sad face. If you could please re-size the images so that I don't have to be perpetually sliding my bar up and down, that would be fantastic--I'd like to be able to see the whole image at the same time. Shocking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;The alternative is simply moving your site's navigation bar from the top of the screen to the side, but since you already have other pop outs on the left, it'd have to be on the right...  Hey, you could just simplify the whole thing. I understand wanting to draw people in, and I do find the site visually appealing (aside from the slide show images) so far. I'd just like to see the whole picture. Is that too much to ask for? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;(shrugsn)Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Heath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8342610196838707109?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8342610196838707109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8342610196838707109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8342610196838707109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8342610196838707109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/05/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5457584022431505972</id><published>2010-04-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:37:41.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Get it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.normthompson.com/sahalie/images/us/local/products/detail/79259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 243px;" src="http://image.normthompson.com/sahalie/images/us/local/products/detail/79259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/5469/186968-400px_plus_sdkfdkfd.svg_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 22px; height: 17px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/5469/186968-400px_plus_sdkfdkfd.svg_large.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luisaviaroma.com/images/small51I/D33/3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.luisaviaroma.com/images/small51I/D33/3010.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://agentwill.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/equals.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 30px;" src="http://agentwill.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/equals.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nynke.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/happiness-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://nynke.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/happiness-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5457584022431505972?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5457584022431505972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5457584022431505972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5457584022431505972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5457584022431505972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy.html' title='Get it?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-832003626956857663</id><published>2010-04-28T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:34:42.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where I was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e09lLEJEJLWqjeygJVxrWw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 582px; height: 753px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S9U8UtBm6bI/AAAAAAAAEhc/g1JT1W10rOY/s800/IMG_0520-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-832003626956857663?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/832003626956857663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=832003626956857663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/832003626956857663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/832003626956857663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-where-i-was_28.html' title='Guess where I was'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S9U8UtBm6bI/AAAAAAAAEhc/g1JT1W10rOY/s72-c/IMG_0520-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7245747150316283565</id><published>2010-04-26T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:56:47.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Book bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.remodelaholic.com/2010/02/book-bag-literally-tutorial.html"&gt;I found this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knock-offwood.com/2010/04/guest-projects-from-cassity-at.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.remodelaholic.com/2010/02/book-bag-literally-tutorial.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 896px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJZNte9YwyQ/S4LBz_1KOMI/AAAAAAAAKTM/ZLuM580N4EA/s640/Template+for+instruction+sheet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's super cute.  And I thought a few of you would like it, too. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7245747150316283565?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7245747150316283565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7245747150316283565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7245747150316283565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7245747150316283565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-bag.html' title='Book bag'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zJZNte9YwyQ/S4LBz_1KOMI/AAAAAAAAKTM/ZLuM580N4EA/s72-c/Template+for+instruction+sheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3286510617055803944</id><published>2010-04-09T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:46:04.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>The Corny Collins Show is officially...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever driven down the 55?    I'm sure you have. But did you notice the huge building to the east? Maybe. It looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/98/Tustin_Blimp_Hangar_No_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 295px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/98/Tustin_Blimp_Hangar_No_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you wonder what it was? I did. So obviously I had to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=33.703778,-117.809143&amp;amp;spn=0.116246,0.185394&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;Google &lt;/a&gt;it. &lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-confession.html"&gt;Surprised?&lt;/a&gt;  Turns out it is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marine_Corps_Air_Station_Tustin"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marine Corps Air Station Tustin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, the former MCAS, Tustin. It's actually got a &lt;a href="http://www.militarymuseum.org/MCASTustin.html#2"&gt;long&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/facility/tustin.htm"&gt;history&lt;/a&gt; before that. Check out this watercolor &lt;a href="http://www.gavinarts.com/"&gt;Paul Gavin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.militarymuseum.org/Resources/MCAStustin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.militarymuseum.org/Resources/MCAStustin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the little, itty-bitty helicopter in front of the building? It's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CH-53"&gt;CH-53&lt;/a&gt;.  According to Wikipedia:  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; 88 ft 6 in (26.97 m)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rotor diameter:&lt;/b&gt; 72 ft 2.7 in (22.01 m)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 24 ft 11 in (7.6 m)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;It's not actually so itty-bitty, is it?  Shows how huge the building really is. Seriously, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/dictionary?aq=f&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Cen&amp;amp;q=Ginormous&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;ginormous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because it was originally the &lt;a href="http://www.militarymuseum.org/MCASTustin.html#2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naval Air Station Santa Ana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Built to house blimps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt; of them. Crazy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.broadwayworld.com/columnpic/hairspray_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.broadwayworld.com/columnpic/hairspray_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I even saw this was because it was pointed out to me on the way to the &lt;a href="http://www.ocpac.org/home/default.aspx"&gt;OCPAC&lt;/a&gt; to see &lt;a href="http://www.ocpac.org/home/Events/EventDetail.aspx?EventID=889"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/a&gt;!!! Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS*- Can you finish the title quote? The Corny Collins Show is officially what? And who said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I really do need to come up with a prize for the first correct commenter...I'd say we'd go out for ice cream, but that won't really work because not everyone is local. Maybe I'll make some greeting cards and send a random one...or I can make you personalized address labels! ...ya, kinda lame...maybe...um...I still got nothing...one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3286510617055803944?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3286510617055803944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3286510617055803944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3286510617055803944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3286510617055803944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/04/corny-collins-show-is-officially.html' title='The Corny Collins Show is officially...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2184492643422136141</id><published>2010-04-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:33:00.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Guess Where I Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gOSF9UQv7QUnwNDI6PTQFA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwzchSCqpCI/AAAAAAAADlo/S2m3EHcRnxA/s400/IMG_0295-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2184492643422136141?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2184492643422136141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2184492643422136141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2184492643422136141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2184492643422136141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-where-i-was.html' title='Guess Where I Was'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwzchSCqpCI/AAAAAAAADlo/S2m3EHcRnxA/s72-c/IMG_0295-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1009999478996714478</id><published>2010-03-31T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:49:05.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Dear Allie,</title><content type='html'>I don't actually know you, but I love you.  You know, in the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPyuZ6ZTqmo"&gt;hey" way&lt;/a&gt;.   I have been blog-stalking you for a while now, and have totally enjoyed your blog since day one.  I confess that I don't really remember how I heard about you.  It was probably on reader/play but I'm not sure. I think it was mostly because of &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/03/awkward-situation-survival-guide.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  I thank you for your solutions to these awkward situations, and plan to implement them at my next opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-This was my first attempt, but you cant see it very well because it is so dang small, the next attempt will be in individual frames, which I will then make into a grid...I hope...maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S7OopNrnGYI/AAAAAAAAEQg/ENM49MkWXak/s1600/Inspired+by+Allie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 469px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S7OopNrnGYI/AAAAAAAAEQg/ENM49MkWXak/s400/Inspired+by+Allie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454888999676483970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1009999478996714478?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1009999478996714478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1009999478996714478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1009999478996714478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1009999478996714478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-allie.html' title='Dear Allie,'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S7OopNrnGYI/AAAAAAAAEQg/ENM49MkWXak/s72-c/Inspired+by+Allie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5062462922305119156</id><published>2010-03-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:48:20.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Job Title:  Professional Vacationer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imajlar.com/free_clipart/summer_clipart/summer_clipart_hammock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://www.imajlar.com/free_clipart/summer_clipart/summer_clipart_hammock.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish I qualified for &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/TRAVEL/03/29/honeymoon.tester.ultimate.job/index.html?eref=rss_us&amp;amp;utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rss%2Fcnn_us+%28RSS%3A+U.S.%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;this job&lt;/a&gt;...  Anyone out there want to pretend with me? I promise, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good at vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5062462922305119156?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5062462922305119156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5062462922305119156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5062462922305119156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5062462922305119156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/job-title-professional-vacationer.html' title='Job Title:  Professional Vacationer.'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-887332385192067031</id><published>2010-03-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:16:33.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><title type='text'>Are we sure I'm not 12?</title><content type='html'>I forgot to include a title on a list of customers who received a certain letter our office sent out, so I just wrote a title on by hand (we are pretty laid back here).  Except that when I was writing "who received" I didn't leave enough space between the two words, and after I wrote the "re" I giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also giggle every time I hear the Portuguese phrase for "What a horror!" because it sounds like "Que a whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tee-he-he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Giggle, giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-887332385192067031?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/887332385192067031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=887332385192067031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/887332385192067031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/887332385192067031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-we-sure-im-not-12.html' title='Are we sure I&apos;m not 12?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4833577941763080671</id><published>2010-03-23T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:14:59.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><title type='text'>First Thought</title><content type='html'>What does it say about me when my phone falls into the abyss that is the van air vent and my first thought was "Meh." The second thought was "I hope that doesn't hurt anything on the van." Finally I realized that I did in fact need my phone because my friend was expecting a ride home from the airport a day or two later... Although, even then it was tempting to track down her phone number from other people and let her know to contact me at work so that I didn't not have to worry about getting my phone out of the wall....It would have been a great excuse to avoid certain* other calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*who am I kidding? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most&lt;/span&gt; other calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4833577941763080671?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4833577941763080671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4833577941763080671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4833577941763080671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4833577941763080671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-thought.html' title='First Thought'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-741240650565558425</id><published>2010-03-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:47:45.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Guess Where I Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0T1ApOcsIIjs9mQm4gxTbA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S41RKMV2ENI/AAAAAAAAEKA/W-GQrSwWFno/s400/Hamlet%20Square.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-741240650565558425?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/741240650565558425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=741240650565558425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/741240650565558425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/741240650565558425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-where-i-was.html' title='Guess Where I Was'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S41RKMV2ENI/AAAAAAAAEKA/W-GQrSwWFno/s72-c/Hamlet%20Square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4069324675805999229</id><published>2010-03-12T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:00:47.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Are you sure you are only 4?</title><content type='html'>I love playing with my nephews. They are always fun. Yesterday I took 2 of them to play some laser tag at the local ...what would you call that? A facility? Play zone? ...at the local laser tag-ery.&lt;br /&gt;We were having a blast while getting swarmed by little kids. All in good fun, right? Apparently not for the little 4 year old who was talking trash.&lt;br /&gt;I am told she walked up to someone and said:  "Why are you so fat? That's why everyone can see you." Oh, is that why? I thought it was because of the flashing lights on the vests we are all wearing. I must have been confused, thanks for the clarification! &lt;br /&gt;She had me backed into a corner and was shooting relentlessly. When my vest "deactivated"  rendering my laser gun temporarily unusable she paused her trigger finger long enough to say "That's why you don't mess." Then just as my lights turned back on she shot me again (turning my gun off) and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Where do kids learn that from?&lt;br /&gt;My nephew said "She obviously didn't watch the movie." The introductory video clearly stated that trash talk was not appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;We all laugh about it, which is the sign of a great experience! I'm glad the boys already know better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS-You should watch &lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/scanners/2010/03/generic_movie.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I got a kick out of it when it showed up on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/play"&gt;reader's play&lt;/a&gt;.  And, I don't know why they chose to show that image as the video attention grabber, but I'm sure it is a sad statement for society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4069324675805999229?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4069324675805999229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4069324675805999229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4069324675805999229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4069324675805999229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-sure-you-are-only-4.html' title='Are you sure you are only 4?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1489627176930319644</id><published>2010-03-10T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:58:00.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I have to see this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailyclipart.net/wp-content/uploads/medium/clipart0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 69px;" src="http://www.dailyclipart.net/wp-content/uploads/medium/clipart0197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very quiet in my office today (except for the normal lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hour rush, and the random spurt around 10:30) so in addition to playing my &lt;a href="http://www.landgrab.net/"&gt;Risk&lt;/a&gt;-ish game, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freeclipartnow.com/d/21919-1/world-map-color-continents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.freeclipartnow.com/d/21919-1/world-map-color-continents.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and after finding out &lt;a href="http://www.vbventures.com/Calendar.php#CurrentMonth"&gt;when&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.avp.com/"&gt;where&lt;/a&gt; I can watch some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beach_volleyball"&gt;beach volleyball&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/sports/volleyball/beach_volleyball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 84px;" src="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/sports/volleyball/beach_volleyball.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I eventually stumbled on things to do in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/b/beach_volleyball-13110.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 63px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/b/beach_volleyball-13110.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://commstudents.fullerton.edu/etc/Visit%20SoCal_0513/for%20school%20project/Visit%20SoCal/Latest%20Events.html"&gt;"So&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://commstudents.fullerton.edu/etc/Visit%20SoCal_0513/for%20school%20project/Visit%20SoCal/Latest%20Events.html"&gt;Cal"&lt;/a&gt;, which then directed me to the &lt;a href="http://www.ontariocc.com/about/events_calendar?month=3"&gt;Ontario Convention Center&lt;/a&gt; website where I found treasure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.leehansen.com/clipart/Themes/Pirates/thumbs/treasure-chest-th.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 64px;" src="http://www.leehansen.com/clipart/Themes/Pirates/thumbs/treasure-chest-th.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, nestled between the myriad of Fred Pryor career seminars and the spring&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stellarexpos.com/imgs/slideshow_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 59px;" src="http://www.stellarexpos.com/imgs/slideshow_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home Show Extravaganza was the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.halloffamedance.com/images/showcase/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.halloffamedance.com/images/showcase/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a title="Load in new window: http://www.halloffamedance.com/" target="_blank" class="external" href="http://www.halloffamedance.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hall of Fame &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a title="Load in new window: http://www.halloffamedance.com/" target="_blank" class="external" href="http://www.halloffamedance.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regiona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a title="Load in new window: http://www.halloffamedance.com/" target="_blank" class="external" href="http://www.halloffamedance.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l Dance &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a title="Load in new window: http://www.halloffamedance.com/" target="_blank" class="external" href="http://www.halloffamedance.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Competition 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icons.mysitemyway.com/wp-content/gallery/glowing-purple-neon-icons-culture/113364-glowing-purple-neon-icon-culture-heart-exclamation-point-sc37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 104px;" src="http://icons.mysitemyway.com/wp-content/gallery/glowing-purple-neon-icons-culture/113364-glowing-purple-neon-icon-culture-heart-exclamation-point-sc37.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep--Pure joy and happiness.  Wait, it gets better:  Open to the public. Ya. I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; be there in April, and you are all invited.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/378779%7EChimpanzee-with-Hat-and-Glasses-and-a-Pipe-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/378779%7EChimpanzee-with-Hat-and-Glasses-and-a-Pipe-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flogfolioweekly.com/?p=1309"&gt;Hats&lt;/a&gt; and glasses mandatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1489627176930319644?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1489627176930319644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1489627176930319644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1489627176930319644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1489627176930319644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-to-see-this.html' title='I have to see this'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5715688984524289243</id><published>2010-03-09T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:34:00.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Here's your sign:</title><content type='html'>Last time I was filling my car's gas tank, I noticed a new sign on the pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tzKp0fu8FgUnqdjKEA29Rg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cotLPI7qI/AAAAAAAAEC8/S3OmtiG-_yA/s288/IMG_0032-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it:  You've had a pretty bad day, starting from the moment you woke up late. It seems like nothing is going right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; you are late for a meeting.  On your way, you notice an extra little light on your dash--your car is almost out of gas.  Knowing that it is already a bad day, you head to the gas station because you don't want to end up on the side of the road, and your luck is heading in that direction, so you head to the gas station. But apparently it's fill your car time, because there is a car at every one of the pumps, and 2 waiting in a line.  Your turn finally comes, so you pull up, put your card in, pull it out and it slips out of your hand and down to the floor.  When you finish fishing it out of the puddle that happens to be right in front of the pump, you see screen with one dreaded word:  Declined. "That is impossible," you think.  Once again you put in your card and this time it is happily accepted.  You wipe the card on your pants and put it back in to your wallet, the 10 cent discount is flashing on the screen, and you think "Finally, things are looking up." You pump the gas, get back into the car, take a deep breath and turn the key. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-rJ-6hBfSo"&gt;Dont Worry, Be Happy&lt;/a&gt; is playing on the radio.  "Everythings going to be okay," you tell yourself.&lt;br /&gt;see this seemingly normal gas pump. You put your car in gear, take off the brake, and start driving.  You make it about 3 feet before you feel a strange tug--Yep, you've forgotten to return the nozzle to the pump you run back trying to figure out what to do, and on the pump you notice something odd. That's right, it is the worst day ever, and it just got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-1cNiENuKpepVR-cKK6c2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cowwkGZoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/yDlSVnpVxIY/s400/IMG_0033-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?!? Does that happen often enough that you need to put a disclaimer on the pump? What a sad, sad world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;But also totally entertaining for me. How horrible would that day be? It's so good they put a sign there, because people who forget to remove the hose before driving away are definitely going to read that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5715688984524289243?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5715688984524289243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5715688984524289243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5715688984524289243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5715688984524289243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s your sign:'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cotLPI7qI/AAAAAAAAEC8/S3OmtiG-_yA/s72-c/IMG_0032-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-286138919625221699</id><published>2010-03-04T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:08:00.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I Hit Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seaturtle.org/blog/mgodfrey/pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.seaturtle.org/blog/mgodfrey/pow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe it?   I did.  And not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;.  That's right, don't mess with me. And as long as I'm giving commands, Mr. Macho, don't be vulgar with me, or any other female.  You were fun to dance with, but mostly just because I was in a feisty mood and I got to push you away, then hit you, then walk--no, strut-- away from you, across the dance floor.  I love to strut.  Did you really think I was flirting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so it wasn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; so much as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tap&lt;/span&gt;...Still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-286138919625221699?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/286138919625221699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=286138919625221699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/286138919625221699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/286138919625221699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hit-someone.html' title='I Hit Someone'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8174279721089630713</id><published>2010-03-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:04:37.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>WHAT?!?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a coworker about how it is warming up enough to take his sweatshirt off, and as he walked away he was mumbling to himself. I'm not sure, but it sounded like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, this is coming off...I should have warn a shirt underneath...Oh, good--I remembered."&lt;br /&gt;What a relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8174279721089630713?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8174279721089630713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8174279721089630713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8174279721089630713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8174279721089630713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/what.html' title='WHAT?!?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5520621106346753110</id><published>2010-03-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:50:58.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Mountain Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beorcscire.co.uk/pirates/mountain_clipart_9_1_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.beorcscire.co.uk/pirates/mountain_clipart_9_1_.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd already kinda a hard week and it was only the beginning, so Wednesday I was easily persuaded to take the afternoon off and take a drive through the mountains. It was nice, and much needed.  This isn't the best picture, because it was taken out the window as I was driving by, but it shows the frozen lake--That's cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x8wN8MZa3emOVw4HQXnkxw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cy7ae-cnI/AAAAAAAAEDM/7AEFhcUeBfA/s288/IMG_0112-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that white down there? It's actually on the water, not snow on land.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got to see this huge icicle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Fnusu4gaV_UfvfzT06BUMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cy28pWGAI/AAAAAAAAEDI/xyfufFa8W7s/s800/IMG_0103-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, right? And yes, that is two stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5520621106346753110?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5520621106346753110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5520621106346753110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5520621106346753110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5520621106346753110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/03/mountain-drive.html' title='Mountain Drive'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4cy7ae-cnI/AAAAAAAAEDM/7AEFhcUeBfA/s72-c/IMG_0112-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6782450967834775308</id><published>2010-02-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:05:09.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Guess Where I Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a 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type='html'>Did you know this movie existed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com/Titles/AvailableTitles.aspx?movie=2937"&gt;redbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8463259024375678336?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.redbox.com/Titles/AvailableTitles.aspx?movie=2937' title='redbox'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8463259024375678336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8463259024375678336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8463259024375678336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eOAwlXQSvgNvQhEJxELsEw?authkey=Gv1sRgCKevttu6qeuepAE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SkgLvtlDrEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/pyll3OwJDhs/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/Me?authkey=Gv1sRgCKevttu6qeuepAE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1131328175869412298?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1131328175869412298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Thanks to &lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2010/02/curlers-and-pirates.html"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;'s quick &lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/health-care.html"&gt;comments&lt;/a&gt;, we made spur-of-the-moment plans to go to Disneyland (Yay annual pass!).  It was a great day. Best part? &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=BigThunderMountainRailroadAttractionPage"&gt;Big Thunder Mountain Railroad&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, did you know they revamped the &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=itsasmallworldAttractionPage"&gt;Its a Small World&lt;/a&gt; ride? I didnt. I noticed all sorts of things on this trip:  Disney characters in Its a small world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jg63F8dIn0dL0n5sOpFhMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4coj6mk0wI/AAAAAAAAEC0/f7Tmp9hlKjc/s288/IMG_0035-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/2010BlogPics?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2010 blog pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the petrified tree, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mxkrzw4urgIQBBBRT_csNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4coooWExfI/AAAAAAAAEC4/H50W4FqyIZI/s288/IMG_0038-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirate ship sails over the Pirates of the Caribbean building&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (sorry, no picture of that one)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the trip included a challenge to re-learn the Pirate's Life for Me lyrics. Well, Here's my first step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/d/disney6472/apirateslifeformeyoho246486.html"&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disney    - A Pirate's Life For Me (Yo Ho) Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Album:   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Artist: Disney--&gt; &lt;!--Song: A Pirate's Life For Me (Yo Ho)--&gt; Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We kindle and char and in flame and ignite.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We burn up the city, we're really a fright.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. &lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1319470298423804113?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1319470298423804113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1319470298423804113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1319470298423804113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1319470298423804113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/escape-to.html' title='Escape to...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S4coj6mk0wI/AAAAAAAAEC0/f7Tmp9hlKjc/s72-c/IMG_0035-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3825239291015271895</id><published>2010-02-18T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:40:00.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Health Care</title><content type='html'>My sweet baby girl* is in the hospital*. I hope the doctor* can save her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mx44A2g-u_uwOFQigfLJwQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbKJZAan-I/AAAAAAAADNI/bZlFxd_DFEk/s400/IMG_0088-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's amazing how much my sanity and freedom depend on my car. I mean, I am fine and all, but it's only been like 12 hours--most of which I was asleep--and I miss her already.  Last night, for example, I was ready to go home but I couldn't because I was dependent on someone else being ready to take me. It was fine, I kept myself busy. (In fact, it was probably a good thing, because there is no way I would have been reading my &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=aNldPAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=Introduction+to+special+education:+Making+a+difference"&gt;textbook&lt;/a&gt; if I was at home. At home I have &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=bkAJPwAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=A+ring+of+endless+light&amp;amp;source=gbs_book_other_versions_r&amp;amp;cad=5"&gt;A Ring of Endless Light&lt;/a&gt;. I'm like 50 pages from the end, and I love both this book and the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=DxOgLgAACAAJ&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=bibliogroup:%22Austin+Family+Chronicles%22&amp;amp;cd=7"&gt;next book&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?q=+bibliogroup:%22Austin+Family+Chronicles%22&amp;amp;source=gbs_metadata_r&amp;amp;cad=3"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt;. I also have &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=FJY8PgAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=the+rules+of+the+road&amp;amp;source=gbs_book_other_versions_r&amp;amp;cad=5"&gt;Rules of the Road&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=d82YzD5gPXYC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=windless+summer&amp;amp;cd=1#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Windless Summer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=mqnwvz1f0eMC&amp;amp;dq=one+child&amp;amp;source=gbs_book_other_versions_r&amp;amp;cad=5"&gt;One Child&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=r55kPwAACAAJ&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=editions:ISBN0380813394"&gt;Beautiful Child&lt;/a&gt;, and about a dozen other books on my "To Be Read ASAP" list.) It's just that lately I've been feeling the need to run away from my life (I'm not really sure why, I just need to get lost***** somewhere) and today, when I actually have time to &lt;a href="http://schozbot.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-out-of-dodge-week.html"&gt;get out of dodge&lt;/a&gt;, I can't because I don't have a car to do it.&lt;br /&gt;(Dear Baby--I'm sorry I've neglected you and made you suffer for so long. You understand, right? Get better soon! Love, Der)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;**shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;***mechanic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;fix everything without exceeding the limits of my bank account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****I don't know where I got it from, but I love to just pick a road I've never been on and drive for a while. I say that I'm getting myself lost, but I can always find my way home without too much trouble. Well, so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3825239291015271895?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3825239291015271895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3825239291015271895&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3825239291015271895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3825239291015271895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/health-care.html' title='Health Care'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbKJZAan-I/AAAAAAAADNI/bZlFxd_DFEk/s72-c/IMG_0088-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8879690462754052858</id><published>2010-02-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:49:37.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>If you know what this is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 330px;" src="http://braddog.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/geocaching.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you are probably a &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/about/default.aspx"&gt;nerd&lt;/a&gt;.  You are in good company, because I am the newest member.  I know you don't care, and I really shouldn't admit it to the world, but I found my first cache on Sunday night. A few of us were out looking, and we were looking around everywhere, and we couldn't find it.  We were looking and looking, and then I had a great idea and I found it. I've been in the group when the cache was found, but this time I was the one who actually found it! It was great!  It's like a little treasure hunt, and the prize is pride.  I am totally willing to join you for a trip, if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8879690462754052858?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8879690462754052858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8879690462754052858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8879690462754052858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8879690462754052858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-know-what-this-is.html' title='If you know what this is...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-461154967266991489</id><published>2010-02-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:39:00.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess'/><title type='text'>Guess Where I Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jMDyc6jqQRfj3-boq1S6qA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwIb21yI0lI/AAAAAAAADjw/U-pv3BX4Fr8/s400/IMG_0755-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; 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last time, that I'm gonna go again!&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to plan a trip with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8022953250686554308?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8022953250686554308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8022953250686554308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8022953250686554308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8022953250686554308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/redo.html' title='Redo'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7629317585183301734</id><published>2010-02-14T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T05:00:00.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Please be tolerant, if you don't understand it at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hinted yesterday, I often hear snippets of the great debate between nature and nurture.  As a child development major, we often discuss which is more important in the development of children.  If it's nature, then children would turn out the same no matter what their parents/teachers do (but children raised with no social interaction do not do as well as those with).   If it is nurture, then children with seemingly equal upbringing would turn out similarly, and it would be easy "make" all kids turn out in a cookie-cutter-like fashion (but that's also untrue, as children react differently in the same situation).   It is largely accepted now that human development is explained through the very complex system in which these two separate ideas come into play.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it all religiously, I am inclined think that nature is more "important" than nurture, because the characteristics which are nurtured, have to first exist within us (the other great debate: chicken vs. egg).  We are eternal beings, and we existed before our birth into humanity, and if that is true, then our characteristics also existed before.  But at the same time, if all that is true, what is the point of being here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I heard something very interesting which put this concept into a new light for me.  In my class we were talking about basic human needs, and a girl (I believe her name was Heather,  oddly enough)  said something about how we need to be nurtured.  For whatever reason, that instantly brought the Nature Vs. Nurture concept to mind, and I am trying to connect what was said with what is debated.   In other words, what she said is that it is human &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt; to need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nurturance.&lt;/span&gt;   It's just a new way of tying the two ideas together.  It is not one or the other it is both (which we already knew) but more than that, neither can exist in human development independently of the other. So far this is just a partial thought that I need to explore more, and have been thinking about ever since. Any thoughts you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting when you add the thought that we need to both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; that nurturance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***(3 stars, just because I felt like it)  On a funny and completely irrelevant note:   As I was feeding my latest addiction last night, I met a really cute guy who was starting to get pretty drunk.  How could I tell?  Because as he was slowly showering me with his beer tainted saliva, he shared his really deep thought about how people who are good at dancing are probably using it to their advantage on the dance floor (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really!?!?&lt;/span&gt;).  He then said that the nugget of joy he'd just shared with me was "just one of those '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XF2ayWcJfxo"&gt;Things That Make You Go Hmm...&lt;/a&gt;'  ...Wouldn't it be funny if they started playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%2BC_Music_Factory"&gt;C+C Music Factory&lt;/a&gt;?"  Haha-- Yes, yes it would.  And also, I've got to go...over there now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1528695746068239240?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1528695746068239240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1528695746068239240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1528695746068239240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1528695746068239240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-thought-of-day-part-2.html' title='Deep thought of the day, Part 2'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5940231074445208806</id><published>2010-02-09T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:02:17.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Deep thought of the day</title><content type='html'>Nature Vs. Nurture:  which is more influential in human development?  How does the idea that a part of our human &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt; is the need for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nurturance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; fit in to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5940231074445208806?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5940231074445208806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5940231074445208806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5940231074445208806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5940231074445208806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-thought-of-day.html' title='Deep thought of the day'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3390701548591916129</id><published>2010-02-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:48:10.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>A Place to Call Her Own</title><content type='html'>I thought you guys might be interested in this:  According to &lt;a href="http://diversitown.blogspot.com/2010/02/gitalong-little-dogies.html"&gt;M-M-M-My Pomona&lt;/a&gt;,  and &lt;a href="http://pplchildrens.blogspot.com/2010/02/laura-ingalls-wilder-gingerbread.html"&gt;Ms. Lois at the PPL&lt;/a&gt;, the Annual &lt;a href="http://www.lauraingallswilder.com/"&gt;Laura Ingalls Wilder&lt;/a&gt; Gingerbread Sociable is tomorrow! I, for one, was very excited when I saw this! ...Unfortunately, I will be working, but if you are available, I'd recommend a trip over there to hear a costumed Judith Helton tell &lt;a href="http://www.littlehousebooks.com/books/"&gt;Little House&lt;/a&gt; inspired tales. And If you do go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; blog about it!!! Oh--And include pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3390701548591916129?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3390701548591916129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3390701548591916129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3390701548591916129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3390701548591916129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/place-to-call-her-own.html' title='A Place to Call Her Own'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5637989291395999080</id><published>2010-02-03T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:00:26.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Any good?</title><content type='html'>Has anyone watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1442109/"&gt;Life unexpected&lt;/a&gt; yet? I remember wanting to watch it, but I don't remember why exactly, just that it looked like it might be good...then yesterday I heard an ad during grandma's news show comparing Life Unexpected to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0238784/"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt;. Now I love my Girls. I used to gather with friends to watch the new episode weekly. I was devastated when they announced the series was over. I own all 7 seasons on DVD. I watch them every morning as I'm getting ready for work--just started season 7 2 days ago.  And if this show is like that one, I might like it...but it also makes me a little nervous, because I'm pretty sure it's not going to be nearly as good. So, since I have yet to make time to watch it, I'm hoping someone out there can give me a little feed back. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5637989291395999080?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5637989291395999080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5637989291395999080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5637989291395999080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5637989291395999080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/any-good.html' title='Any good?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7412671816637666979</id><published>2010-02-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:20:00.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>My uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KAiXeiuiI/AAAAAAAAD64/UqsE2qvDDa4/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KAiXeiuiI/AAAAAAAAD64/UqsE2qvDDa4/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing where Mel Gibson stood.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7412671816637666979?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7412671816637666979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7412671816637666979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7412671816637666979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7412671816637666979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-uncle.html' title='My uncle'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KAiXeiuiI/AAAAAAAAD64/UqsE2qvDDa4/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-483163893882975542</id><published>2010-01-30T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:48:00.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Excuse me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KE032fEII/AAAAAAAAD7A/9l3lhuIV6G0/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KE032fEII/AAAAAAAAD7A/9l3lhuIV6G0/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I needed to get a picture with The Munchkins, but there was a group of people standing over it...Me, being me, I walked right up to them and asked if we could get a picture...but apparently my pointing to the star on the ground wasn't clear enough, because the woman said "Sure" and turned to pose with me. So, I pointed to the again, more enthusiastically this time and her group pulled her away.  We snapped my picture and headed on...and then it dawned on us--she was probably someone important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Woman I probably offended,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry. I have a one track mind. I was focusing on the task at hand, and didn't realize how important you are. I am also horribly forgetful, so I wouldn't recognize anyone, let alone someone as important as you.  I meant no insult by it; you must realize how exciting the Munchkins are. I'm sure that's why you were hovering over their star. Thank you for allowing us to include your foot in the picture. I'll tell all my kids you are very kind.&lt;br /&gt;Distractedly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-483163893882975542?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/483163893882975542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=483163893882975542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/483163893882975542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/483163893882975542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2KE032fEII/AAAAAAAAD7A/9l3lhuIV6G0/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4199803049266921268</id><published>2010-01-28T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:27:18.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a real (busy) boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2J_xC3FGhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/F7quaGbzYRU/s1600-h/IMG_0184-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2J_xC3FGhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/F7quaGbzYRU/s320/IMG_0184-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Pinocho runs fast, but Suzana was able to keep up--almost. What a great day! A great week, actually. My old roommate was visiting CA for the first time, so we did some sight seeing.  It was so fun! A road trip through Vegas, dancing at Ix Tapa, Sea World (buy a day, get the year for free), picking up a stranger in San Diego, Hollywood walk of stars, Disneyland (I've got an annual pass there, too--let's plan a trip!), cooking a Brazilian dinner for the familly, a 3am trip to LAX, and a week trying to recover it all.  We'd planned a trip to Venice beach, but the rain cancelled that one--Good thing there were beaches near Sea World!  I love this girl--She is so sweet, and so fun! We splashed in puddles, then decided we needed to be semi-formal, so we went to a mall in the pouring rain. We laughed through hours of conversation. I have to agree with my nephew, Tui, who asked "Where's Sue?" as I walked in the door from taking her to the airport. " I miss her."  She was here for only a week, but will be missed by all for much longer.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4199803049266921268?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4199803049266921268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4199803049266921268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4199803049266921268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4199803049266921268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-real-busy-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a real (busy) boy!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S2J_xC3FGhI/AAAAAAAAD6w/F7quaGbzYRU/s72-c/IMG_0184-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6736449227331671988</id><published>2010-01-18T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:55:44.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>One week in CA</title><content type='html'>If you only have one week in California, what would you make sure you see/do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-6736449227331671988?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6736449227331671988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6736449227331671988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6736449227331671988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6736449227331671988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week-in-ca.html' title='One week in CA'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8174360473405043000</id><published>2010-01-15T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:06:25.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Direct quotes:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.streetsblog.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/12_03/redcount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.streetsblog.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/12_03/redcount.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How's school going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                It's never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When are you coming back to Nunchucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha--sadly, probably never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We miss you guys-- I always&lt;br /&gt;loved having you ladies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We miss being there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well then come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 6 months I'm afraid I won't&lt;br /&gt;be able to remember anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.octa.net/uploadedImages/Measure_M/Picture%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.octa.net/uploadedImages/Measure_M/Picture%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.stjamesfestival.org/Cartoon_man_driving_red_car1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/9/5/1/c/11954221821138511001Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.svg.hi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was nice seeing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See you soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4820974695593664703-8174360473405043000?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8174360473405043000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8174360473405043000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8174360473405043000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8174360473405043000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/direct-quotes.html' title='Direct quotes:'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5939193933500347761</id><published>2010-01-15T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:55:32.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Connecting the Dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ache.tumblr.com/post/329380365/yerawizardharry-via-robcham"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 392px;" src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvzncc69O51qzbasvo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a funny thing, how people think.  It's all based on &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perception"&gt;perception&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/experience"&gt;experience&lt;/a&gt;.  When a single word is stated to a group of people, the mental interpretations can be completely different.  A late night call illustrates different social indications for each person involved. The perfect day can be set in a million different places.   Just as I think I have people figured out; able to predict their interpretations of an event, I find that instead of the abstract through process I'd expected, the thought ends at a hat.  Keeps life interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5939193933500347761?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5939193933500347761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5939193933500347761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5939193933500347761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5939193933500347761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/loaded.html' title='Connecting the Dots'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4100512820039916999</id><published>2010-01-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:45:00.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Here's your sign:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-TofrmUhrY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-TofrmUhrY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bit of a rush this morning, because I didn't wake up quite as early as I have been (I still had time to watch a whole episode of Gilmore Girls, so I wasn't too late but still.). I was up really late last night dancing. We stayed later than we normally do--I didn't realize how late it was 'till we were driving home. Don't get me wrong, it was a great night, and so much fun! ...but it's also a week night, and I have work at 8am... Anyway, I was hurrying to be ready on time this morning, but I couldn't find the pants I wanted. It'd actually been a while since I saw them--I just couldn't figure out where they could be hiding. And then I remembered that I still haven't unpacked my suitcase from when I stayed at my parents over the Christmas holiday (don't judge me)...And in that suit case I found the pants! And in the pants I found a wad of cash. Yep--It's gonna be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4100512820039916999?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4100512820039916999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4100512820039916999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4100512820039916999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4100512820039916999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s your sign:'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8858960822318562356</id><published>2010-01-08T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:57:46.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wil Work 4 Creditz</title><content type='html'>It's amazing to me how hard it is to volunteer places these days. I was seriously searching 6 months ago and was told that there were no openings available; no volunteer work was accepted; the only availability was working the game clock for a basketball team; it's too expensive to have volunteers--and that's when I'd get a call back at all. You'd think that in today's economy business would love to have free labor. Especially when the applicant is a college student. I'd heard so many no's that I'd practically given up on trying. I checked back with the few locations that had bothered to reply, and their options remained the same, but as time passed my effort diminished.  I am hugely grateful that I was able to talk to a council member, who put in a call for me (Thank you sir!). I had an interview today for a position--It was interesting actually, because the interviewer seemed to think it would be a long term placement, and was asking what programs I could introduce...It'll actually only be 6 weeks tops. Anyway, after the interview I went in to the office and filled out the 10 page application, complete with a background check authorization. It'll be about 2 weeks for that to go through. Sounds like a lot of hoops, doesn't it? I'm just happy to (maybe) find something after all this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8858960822318562356?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8858960822318562356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8858960822318562356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8858960822318562356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8858960822318562356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/wil-work-4-creditz.html' title='Wil Work 4 Creditz'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-330514179889994954</id><published>2010-01-04T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:32:54.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S0Ibro6JHJI/AAAAAAAAD3M/C_-pgnHce3Y/s1600-h/0104100845-762083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S0Ibro6JHJI/AAAAAAAAD3M/C_-pgnHce3Y/s400/0104100845-762083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422927337837108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-330514179889994954?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/330514179889994954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=330514179889994954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/330514179889994954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/330514179889994954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/S0Ibro6JHJI/AAAAAAAAD3M/C_-pgnHce3Y/s72-c/0104100845-762083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-668811477716634714</id><published>2009-12-28T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:37:31.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna share?</title><content type='html'>You know what I just realized? My Christmas this year lacked the magic of &lt;a href="http://www.typetive.com/candyblog/item/trader_joes_french_truffles/"&gt;Trader Joe's Truffles&lt;/a&gt;. I'm going to have to go get me a box...maybe during my lunch today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-668811477716634714?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/668811477716634714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=668811477716634714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/668811477716634714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/668811477716634714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-share.html' title='Wanna share?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7060274148984397238</id><published>2009-12-22T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:16:10.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I have a confession...</title><content type='html'>I'm an addict.  I know this may be surprising to a lot of you (a select few have caught me) out there, but I am.   I know that we shouldn't allow ourselves to be that dependent on anything--but I NEED it.  Anytime a question or doubt comes up I run to the only source of comfort I have--It's like a reflex for me now.  I'd say I could stop anytime I wanted to, but I don't know if that is true. All I know is that I don't want to stop.  Please, don't stop being my friend.  I promise, it will come in handy for you too!  There are much harder substances I could crave.  There are crazier things out there. Really.  It started innocently enough...Some may think it spiraled out of control, but...I need it... I know this may be shocking, so I'm just going to post a link to my &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;addiction&lt;/a&gt; that way you don't have to look at it if your skittish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I may have another &lt;a href="http://www.latindancepro.com/phpweb/index.php"&gt;addiction&lt;/a&gt;. It's just starting, but I do LOVE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7060274148984397238?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7060274148984397238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7060274148984397238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7060274148984397238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7060274148984397238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2386019832485474708</id><published>2009-12-17T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:53:20.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Christmas Activities</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, I am particularly craving holiday spirit this year. I know of &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/thoroughbred-lane-christmas-lights-rancho-cucamonga"&gt;Thuroughbread&lt;/a&gt; in Alta Loma/Rancho Cucamongs, the &lt;a href="http://www.festivaloflightsca.com/"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt; at Riverside's Mission Inn,  The &lt;a href="http://www.chaffey.org/community/ontario/xmas_on_euclid/index.html"&gt;Nativity Scenes on Euclid&lt;/a&gt; Avenue in Ontario, the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dtphoto/2129836023/"&gt;Euclid Star&lt;/a&gt;, and The&lt;a href="http://www.granitecreek.org/community/living-nativity.html"&gt; Living Nativity&lt;/a&gt; at Granite Creek in Claremont.  Google/maps is advertising &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html?utm_campaign=en_US&amp;amp;utm_medium=mapshpp&amp;amp;utm_source=en_US-mapshpp-na-us-gns-norad"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, which could be an interesting way to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recommend anything else? What are your favorite holiday traditions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2386019832485474708?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2386019832485474708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2386019832485474708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2386019832485474708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2386019832485474708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas Activities'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4693585170038909461</id><published>2009-12-03T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:58:00.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Quote Me</title><content type='html'>I was going through my old drafts, and I found one from the end of August with this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why are you trying so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd started the post by keying in the quote, but that was as far as I got. I can't even remember where it was from. I just Google-ed it and was led to &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;amp;friendID=11254974"&gt;sites&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.booyouwhxre.afy-layouts.com/quotes.php"&gt;like&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photographsxoxoquotes.xanga.com/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;, which included the quote, but no source. I &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt;-ed it and got &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Find?select=Quotes&amp;amp;for=%22Why%20are%20you%20trying%20to%20hard%20to%20fit%20in%2C%20when%20you%20were%20born%20to%20stand%20out%3F%22"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I don't remember watching What a Girl Wants, but I like Amanda Bynes, so it's a possibility. I'm not sure if I got it from that movie, I obviously liked that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we focus so much on blending into the crowd.  I'm sure I work harder at that than most people, but not many people want to too far from main stream society...We may be unique, with a flair, but for the most part we fit the American form (which, I admit, is broader than most other cultures' may be).  But in high school/teen years especially it seems people really are "trying...hard to fit in." Why is that?  I know that I did it because if I can blend in, I can avoid being noticed. I hate unwanted attention. I never know how to react. I need time to process things, and that time is never given in social situations. Maybe my desire to avoid notice shows that I was not one of those "born to stand out."  I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing either.  You need the rest of the "boring" crowd for that one funny person to be funny. You need the audience to have a show. Most of the time I am more than happy to be the audience.  But sometimes people do it because they want to be accepted by the "cool crowd" (at least that's what the media tells us), which may indicate some social need going unmet (I think I've already bored-I mean- blogged enough about psychological needs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are people who really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; "born to stand out."  And some times these people need to be reminded of this. They need to be reminded that we love them no matter what they do, so they will feel comfortable on the stage.  When we were younger, my older sister's friend was living with our family for a little while, and she seemed to understand this. She was always fun and outgoing, but she recognized that my brother was longing for a spotlight too. In his lack of understanding, he would try to "fit in" but was really annoying. My sister's friend noticed this bothersome behavior and would sing "(insert name here) needs attention; (name) needs attention."  At which point we would all look at him, he'd tell his joke, or do his trick, or whatever it was he needed to get out, and then he'd be fine and we could go back to whatever it was we were doing before. That's all it took. He needed to stand out a for a few minutes and then he was okay. I have a friend now that I do that to. Generally I'm not so obvious about it (at least I try not to be), but every once in a while I cannot resist the urge to sing "(Name) needs attention. (Name) needs attention." And after he's had his time to "Stand out" we get back to whatever we were doing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has turned into a different topic than it started out as, hasn't it? Oh well, Let's just follow the stream of thought and see where it leads us...&lt;/span&gt;  I think it's sad that some people work so hard at fitting in that they forget that everyone is unique, and that's a good thing to be. Then there are others who are working so hard to stand out, that they forget that it's okay to blend in a little.  I knew someone who was so anti-conformity that sometimes she actually did the opposite of what she wanted to do, just because she didn't want to be like everyone else. While I can respect and encourage individuality in a group, I also think it is important to follow your internal compass, instead of trying to avoid the paths of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the thing that ties these random strings together is this:  You shouldn't worry about what the people around you are doing, but rather strive to live your life according to what you know to be true.  You can change if you see something you like in others, but these changes should come because you want to behave&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that way&lt;/span&gt;, not because you want to behave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess I will have to try harder to be okay with who I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; so that I can stop worrying so much about what my reaction should be, and just act. I need to realize that the world doesn't revolve around me, so if I make a mistake, that's okay. People probably weren't paying that much attention to me anyway. I need to realize that the slights I perceive to be against me, don't really matter unless I let them. Whether or not they are aimed in my direction, I should have the inner strength to be myself in spite of others.  I need to change because I want to improve, and not because someone told me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can understand being an example, and there are always people who look up to (or down on) you without your knowing, but really, we shouldn't worry so much about that. If you are living your life to make yourself happy with who you are,  that stuff will work itself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4693585170038909461?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4693585170038909461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4693585170038909461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4693585170038909461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4693585170038909461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-me.html' title='Quote Me'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-931937946331495819</id><published>2009-12-01T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:33:15.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Homework: A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIDE NOTE:  This is loosely based on a factual story--I did change some things so it would fit the assignment's parameters. Just so you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from college, Karen accepted a job in Southern California.  As she was getting situated in her new job and apartment she decided to visit a friend, in a neighboring city.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*1)&lt;/span&gt;  They went to a church meeting together and that’s when her life changed.  Jim was standing in the doorway of their religious chapel.  He then did something that he would call very uncharacteristic:  while it usually takes him a few months to think things over and to get to know her a bit better before he asks a girl out, Jim asked Karen out within two seconds of meeting her.  He was already in a long-term relationship with a girl who was away at school in another state and therefore felt very secure and confidant that he didn’t need to work hard to meet anybody else.  When he saw Karen walking through the hallway with a friend of his, he walked right up to them and said: “Hello Linda, who is your friend, and when are you going to set me up with her?”&lt;br /&gt;“This is Karen—we met in the parking lot.  She just moved to the area.  How about we all play miniature golf on Friday night?”  So, they went out on a double date on September 28th.  She was away from her home and everything she was familiar with, so she was initially&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*2)&lt;/span&gt; very flattered by his unsolicited attention.  She became even more impressed with him as the evening grew cool when he went to get her jacket from the car for her&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*3)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jim looked at the relationship as “a filler relationship” while his girlfriend Charlene was away studying at a college in another state.  Jim had been dating Charlene for almost 2 years and was slowly getting used to the fact that they would eventually get married, but there was never an engagement ring, nor a proposal.  When Karen came along Jim considered it recreational dating:  he didn’t see himself as breaking any insinuated vows-- it was more a matter of having fun and enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next 6 to 8 months, he progressively fell in love with her&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*4)&lt;/span&gt;, until it reached the point when he needed to make a decision.  Over the next few days off from school, usually surrounding holidays, Charlene would write to Jim to inform him of her intended dates of returning home for short visits.  Before he could come up with an excuse not to see Karen during that time, she’d inform him that she would also be out of down during that weekend.  Up until that point he’d thought the “relationship gods” were smiling down on him.  In reality, Karen had been finding out from Jim’s sister, who was also Charlene’s good friend, what Charlene’s plans were and would then plan to return home to visit her family during that time.  Karen had known that Jim was dating someone else, but willingly pursued the relationship&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*5)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jim eventually realized that he couldn’t be that lucky for very long.  Jim participated in a great deal of soul searching and personal evaluation, which led to a response one day while he was working at the rock quarry:  he should marry Karen.  This realization was confusing to him because he’d invested a lot of time and money on his relationship with Charlene&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*6)&lt;/span&gt;.  It just didn’t make sense to him to practically start over with Karen when he’d already progressed so far with Charlene.  Upon more thought he realized that one of the primary life goals he had made was to have a large family.  This was something he could achieve no matter which girl he married, so why not Karen?&lt;br /&gt;Jim’s decision was confirmed for him as he was saying good-bye to Charlene on a Sunday night following spring break when she would be departing for school, (with plans to welcome Karen home an hour later).  Charlene informed Jim that she had a surprise for him, and would be staying in town for 3 extra days.  In the blink of an eye Jim had a big decision to make about what to do and say.  Jim knew he had to come clean with her so he could go see Karen.&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, Jim just kept falling in love with Karen all the time.  Jim and Karen shared a religious background&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*7)&lt;/span&gt;, which discouraged the socially prevalent practice of cohabitation&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*8)&lt;/span&gt;, and were married about 6 months later. Every time they did something together he found something else to love about her&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*9)&lt;/span&gt;-- even when she had their first child.  After 12 hours of delivery room labor, she held their newborn baby boy, and said “Next time&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*10)&lt;/span&gt;….”  He knew that if she would was willing to go through all that again there must be something special about her.  He also loved the way she treated his mom.  He felt she was better to his mom than he was:   She was always including her, looking after her, checking in on her.&lt;br /&gt;After they were married, Jim was reviewing Karen’s calendar from when they were dating and saw that one Friday night was Ken’s name, and on Saturday night was Jim’s name.  And it was the same the next weekend!  Jim no longer felt bad for his dual relationships during the courting days.  He felt that Karen had done the same thing he’d done to her, even though she’d argue that it was just two dates with Ken.  As time passed, Jim found ways to make sure Karen stayed happy, and she in turn kept him happy.  They each had secure attachments to their parents, which helped in their relationship.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*11)&lt;/span&gt;  Together they had 8 children, and while they occasionally disagreed, they made sure to work it out together before it became a bigger problem, and maintain a united stance in front of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnotes:&lt;br /&gt;*1 Karen was seeking to satisfy her need to belong, as Baumeister and Leary (1995) suggested; by finding a circle of intimate partners to establish friendships in her new city.  The 1995 study showed that these interactions with others who love us are important to those who want to function normally in society.&lt;br /&gt;*2 First impressions are very important, as proven by Sunnafrank &amp;amp; Ramirez (2004).  It is often the decision of whether or not future interactions occur.  Bar et al., (2005) found that it takes only 39 milliseconds to see anger in a stranger’s face.  In 1/10th of a second is all that is needed to determine attractiveness, likeability, and trustworthiness (Willis &amp;amp; Todorov, 2006).  Carney et al. (2007) researched to find that it takes only 5 seconds of watching a stranger have a conversation with a member of the opposite sex to determine extraversion, conscientiousness, and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;*3, 9 Assumptions that the partners are acting in accordance to the individual’s expectations is an example of confirmation bias, as explored by Snyder (1981).  It was found that people want to be true, and look for examples that make them correct, more often than looking for proof that they are wrong.  Levine &amp;amp; McCormack (1992) introduced a similar concept called the truth bias, in which people assume that their partners are telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;*4 Companionate Love as described in the Friendship-Based Love Scale created by Grote and Frieze, (1994) the scale tested couples long term love, which differed from passionate love.  It is this friendship-based love which couples in long term marriage relationships described.  Companionate love has more stability than romantic love (Sprecher &amp;amp; Regan, 1998).&lt;br /&gt;*5 Davis et al. (2007) found that many people (54% of men, and 34% of women) world wide, participate in actions that are trying to attract someone who is already in a relationship, called mate poaching.  Most men and about half of women have been “poached,” giving in to the advances and leaving trading their mates.  Greiling and Buss (2000) suggest that allowing oneself to be poached is because the poachers offer more benefits than were found in the previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;*6 Rusbult et al. (1994) described how the amount of investment one has made in a relationship predicts the likeliness of ending the relationship.  Higher levels of investment equate longer lasting relationships.  Investments can be one’s tangible goods (furniture, dishes) left behind in a split, or intangible psychological goods (love and respect from friends) (Goodfriend &amp;amp; Agnew, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;*7 Similarity exists in several different contests, as defined by Watson et al. (2004).  In the above situation the similar religious background displays demographic similarity, which also includes age, sex, race, education and social class.  There is also similarity in attitudes and values similarity.  There was found to be a tie between the proportion of mutual attitudes and the level of attraction (Byrne and Nelson, 1965). The last similarity defined here is similarity of personalities.  Those with similar styles and traits tend to have happier marriages (Gaunt, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;*8 Research done by Bachman et al. (2001) showed that the majority of seniors in high school now believe that it is a good idea to for a couple to live together before they get married.  This cohabitation is thought to be a way for the couple to get a better view of how they interact to determine their long term compatibility.  Interestingly, Dush et al. (2003) also did a project which determined that cohabitation actually increases the couple’s risk of future divorce.  Stanley et al. (2004) blamed this increase on a decreased commitment to each other.  The lack of marriage vows shows that they want to keep themselves open to other options.  They generally do; Treas &amp;amp; Giesen’s (2000) study showed that married couples tend to encounter less conflict and infidelity than cohabiters do.&lt;br /&gt;*9 (see footnote 3 above) Confirmation bias&lt;br /&gt;*10 Planning to continue the relationship in the future is a positive outcome of commitment (Weigel, 2008).  Hampel and Vangelisti (2008) listed other qualities of commitment such as sharing, supportiveness, honesty, faithfulness and trust.  Sometimes commitment is negatively instigated, and due to a feeling of entrapment or an obligation to stay put (Miller &amp;amp; Perlman, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;*11 Miller and Perlman (2009) described attachment styles using 3 terms: secure, anxious-ambivalent, and avoidant.  Those with Secure attachments easily adapt to new situations and relationships; anxious-ambivalent attachment styles develop into clingy, nervous and needy partners; and those with avoidant attachment styles often try to avoid close relationships and are suspicious of and angry at others (Bowlby, 1969).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-931937946331495819?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/931937946331495819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=931937946331495819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/931937946331495819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/931937946331495819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-love-story.html' title='Homework: A Love Story'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3749392504032490165</id><published>2009-11-24T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:55:42.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Intersections</title><content type='html'>There is a chart in &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=M-VwAAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=i+hate+you+dont+leave+me"&gt;I hate you--Don't Leave Me&lt;/a&gt; that defines Personality as a series of intersecting lines. Each line represents a personality trait, and where it is intersecting is where the individual lies on that trait's continuum. I couldn't find an image, so I replicated it in &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/docs"&gt;Google Docs&lt;/a&gt; (Have I told you that I'm obsessed with Google? I am.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 245px;" src="http://docs.google.com/drawings/image?id=sb3-YymODulyvYDW5IqjfFA&amp;amp;w=600&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;rev=90&amp;amp;ac=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the above chart, this person is a compulsive dieter, who is afraid of commitment, and a little selfish, but otherwise fairly balanced. Did you see that?&lt;br /&gt;I like this because it presents the traits as a continuum. I also like the control it conveys to people.  If they want to change a certain trait, they can with work, by making conscious choices in the direction they choose.  It is easy to understand that everyone is unique.  It is also easy to see that people would react differently in similar situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3749392504032490165?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3749392504032490165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3749392504032490165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3749392504032490165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3749392504032490165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/intersections.html' title='Intersections'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1432228594617793614</id><published>2009-11-20T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:39:45.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Human Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manfred_Max-Neef" title="Manfred Max-Neef"&gt;Manfred Max-Neef&lt;/a&gt; and a few others defined the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundamental_human_needs"&gt;Fundamental human needs&lt;/a&gt;, not as a hierarchy, but rather as an interconnected system of needs which are complementary and seeking to be satisfied at the same time.  He offers a matrix which breaks down the Fundamental human needs into how they are displayed with in oneself (being),  one's possessions (having), one's behaviors (doing) and one's surroundings (interacting). (I tried to insert it, but it wouldn't fit right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Murray elaborated on this view of needs. He said that one's individual personality determines how strongly they desire each of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murray%27s_system_of_needs"&gt;basic human needs&lt;/a&gt;. A few of his needs are listed in the below chart with the behaviors people take to meet their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="wikitable" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Domain&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Need for...&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Representative behavior&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Ambition&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motivation" title="Motivation"&gt;Achievement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Overcoming obstacles&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Recognition&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Describing accomplishments&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Exhibition" class="extiw" title="wikt:Exhibition"&gt;Exhibition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Attempting to shock or thrill others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Inanimate objects&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Acquisition&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Obtaining things&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Order&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Making things neat and orderly&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Retention" class="extiw" title="wikt:Retention"&gt;Retention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hoarding things&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Construction" class="extiw" title="wikt:Construction"&gt;Construction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Building something&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Defense of status&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Infavoidance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Concealing a handicap or a failing&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Defendance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Giving an explanation or excuse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Counteraction&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Retaliating for something&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Human power&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominance_%28ethology%29" title="Dominance (ethology)"&gt;Dominance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Directing others' behavior&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Deference" class="extiw" title="wikt:Deference"&gt;Deference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cooperating with or obeying someone&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomy" title="Autonomy"&gt;Autonomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Standing up to authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Contrariance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Being oppositional&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aggression" title="Aggression"&gt;Aggression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Attacking or belittling others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Abasement&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Apologizing or confessing&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Blame avoidance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stifling blameworthy impulses&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Affection between people&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affectional_bond" title="Affectional bond"&gt;Affiliation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Spending time with others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_rejection" title="Social rejection"&gt;Rejection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Snubbing others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Nurturance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Taking case of someone&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Succorance&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Being helped by another&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Play_%28activity%29" title="Play (activity)"&gt;Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Seeking diversion through others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Exchange of information&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Cognizance" class="extiw" title="wikt:Cognizance"&gt;Cognizance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Asking questions of others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Exposition" class="extiw" title="wikt:Exposition"&gt;Exposition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Delivering information to others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is so interesting to me because I like how they tied the need into a behavior.  That's what I'm usually most interested in. What is it exactly that motivates two people to react to identical situations in differing ways?  These charts don't explain that per se, but they do offer some more insight.  People have differing degrees of each of the needs, so their initial reflex is to meet the need they hold in highest regard. That's why people in a similar situation react differently:  not only have they had different experiences which give different perspectives, they also gave different their goals prioritized differently, so they are searching for different results.&lt;br /&gt;People are complex. This social thing is hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1432228594617793614?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1432228594617793614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1432228594617793614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1432228594617793614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1432228594617793614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-needs.html' title='Human Needs'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1853171827182625200</id><published>2009-11-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:41:59.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Red + Blue = _______</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Disclaimer:  There is no real point to this post. If you don't like Psychology, you probably won't want to read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are funny. They are constantly evolving and adapting because the people involved are. I was looking for an image that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baby-boomer-vitality.com/images/interpersonal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.baby-boomer-vitality.com/images/interpersonal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would appropriately portray the area involved in a relationship, and this is the best I could find. There is Person &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and Person &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, and they each exist independent of the other. A relationship is like the line between the two of them, blending to become &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's not actually purple in this picture, but it should be).&lt;/span&gt; Based on experience, perceptions and personality differences, they each contribute to the relationship. They can maintain that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; relationship while each also maintaining a unique identity, and role in the world. Some relationships have more overlap than others, I.E. they may or may not have the same friends, work, hobbies, religion, etc. And this is where is get's tricky:  These two people can each have an independent relationship with a third &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; person, and end up with an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; relationship, and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; relationship- which can be completely different from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; relationship &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; share with each other. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many people think that if they are witnessing a volatile relationship, they want to avoid &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwG4dnvuKHI/AAAAAAAADhc/PkcXxMakkeI/s1600/interpersonal+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwG4dnvuKHI/AAAAAAAADhc/PkcXxMakkeI/s200/interpersonal+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404803846846163058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those two people so as not to find themselves in a equally volatile relationship. This is not necessarily the case. Lets say the above &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; relationship was abusive. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; bring out the worst in each other, and that their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; relationships with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; are healthy and not abusive.  Obviously someone in an abusive relationship is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt; flag, but you know what I mean, right? It could be the case that those two personalities cannot mix in a productive and healthy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know: I said in the disclaimer that there wasn't really a point...I lied. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;), I guess, is that relationships are complex, and are all unique. We cannot base our relationship expectations on the relationships of other people because our relationships are hugely influenced by our unique personalities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1853171827182625200?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1853171827182625200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1853171827182625200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1853171827182625200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1853171827182625200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-blue.html' title='Red + Blue = _______'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwG4dnvuKHI/AAAAAAAADhc/PkcXxMakkeI/s72-c/interpersonal+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2793183267683116055</id><published>2009-11-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:42:13.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Maslow's Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwGY4OGNQyI/AAAAAAAADhU/FRv2j3as7E8/s1600/800px-Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwGY4OGNQyI/AAAAAAAADhU/FRv2j3as7E8/s400/800px-Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404769119445533474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heiarchy_of_Needs"&gt;hierarchy&lt;/a&gt;.  When I first saw it, I was amazed by how true it is. Before you can reach Self-actualization at the top of the pyramid, you have to establish the lower levels.  I sincerely doubt people who are starving are worried about others respecting them. They are more concerned with basic survival than social interactions, which would allow the Robin Hood type stealing-of-food-to-feed-the-family behaviors from an otherwise moral person.  We are each at different levels of our development, and they probably fluctuate a little in your day-to-day. Not necessarily that one would be demoted in levels, but simply that priorities may be given to meeting the lower needs, before returning all attention to the proper level's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll use myself as an example of this process. I used to be concerned with things in the Esteem category, but for whatever reason I have been struggling with my Love/belonging level lately. It's funny how easy it is to shake your world and make you re-evaluate your psychological standing. I remember not too long ago that I was very much concerned with eating--I felt like I was always hungry; and when clean bathrooms were seldom available, that was in the forefront of my mind all day. Now I have all my Physiological needs met, and I feel Safe in my employment, health, home, etc. So the next level is Love/belonging.  It's interesting how we subconsciously know we need something before we even realize what it is.  I have been craving spending time with my kids lately. I've gone to my sister's place hoping to see them because I know they love me. It took me a little while to realize that I just needed to remember that I have people who love me. Next I will (hopefully) strive to improve my relationships with others. I will seek others whom I can hold in high esteem, and try to live my life to be held in high esteem by others. That will hopefully give me the confidence to seek Self-actualization.&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember this model when I meet others.  I try to remember that you cannot expect higher level interactions with people who are struggling with the lower level needs. I try to be patient with those on lower levels, while expecting them to progress upwards just as I hope those on higher levels are patient with me. ...but sometimes I forget. And then my expectations are unmet and I'm disappointed. Other times I think people are on a lower level and they get mad at me for treating them differently than they expected.  (This is leading into a topic for another blog entry, so I'll leave it for tomorrow...Relationships!)&lt;br /&gt;Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs also helped me understand things like eating disorders a little better.  People who feel they have no control of their higher levels, use food (and other physiological needs) as something they can control. It gives a sense of power in their daily lives. Like, maybe if they changed the way they ate, it would somehow provide a sense of safety or belonging.  I never really understood it, but now I do. I'm sure I've done it a time or two--like when I eat Ice cream because I'm sad (or happy, or celebrating, or mad, or upset, or...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point:  Don't try to expect complex interactions with people struggling to meet their basic physiological needs. Help them do that if you can, and then, eventually, they will have a stable foundation so they can help you meet your needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2793183267683116055?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2793183267683116055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2793183267683116055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2793183267683116055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2793183267683116055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/maslows-needs.html' title='Maslow&apos;s Needs'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SwGY4OGNQyI/AAAAAAAADhU/FRv2j3as7E8/s72-c/800px-Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4053818449266730339</id><published>2009-11-11T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:02:43.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I don't think there is anything better than reading to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;When ever I go to my sister's place around bedtime, I get to read a bedtime story (or 2 or 3).&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=uBfiAAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=miss+suzy"&gt;Miss Suzy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i.biblio.com/b/703l/7178703-0-l.jpg"&gt;Puss in Boots&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=ebTmAAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=my+first+truck+book"&gt;truck book&lt;/a&gt;. (Today I went over for lunch and we read &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=FPKSJl-SXSwC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=brown+bear#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Brown Bear&lt;/a&gt;. A few nights ago it was &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=Vs2GOQAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=I+Am+Not+Going+to+Get+Up+Today%21"&gt;I Am Not Going to Get Up Today!&lt;/a&gt; I love them all.)  And it was fun because I usually just have the two little ones, but last night two of the older boys joined us. I was laying on the couch, with the two little ones sprawled over me, and one boy on the couch across the room listening. Then as I was reading the pre-teen sat on the floor with his head on my shoulder. It was so nice. It was comfortable and safe, knowing they all love me, and knowing that they also knew I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Reading is such a simple joy to me. I love books that are written far below where my college professors expect me to read. Reading so my mind is free to enjoy the story, instead of trying to figure out what wordy writers are trying to express. I know it is important to do the hard studying and learning too, (I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=M-VwAAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=I+hate+you+dont+leave+me"&gt;I Hate you--Don't Leave Me&lt;/a&gt;, and next will be &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=PJXvqRRkDFkC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=stop+walking+on+eggshells#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Stop Walking on Eggshells&lt;/a&gt;) but I like the easy books I can relax with (I am also &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=NL5VLAAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=austin+family+chronicles"&gt;reading&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=V-tTLgAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=austin+family+chronicles"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=_3HPLgAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=austin+family+chronicles"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=XNU5LwAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=austin+family+chronicles"&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/books?id=DxOgLgAACAAJ&amp;amp;dq=austin+family+chronicles"&gt;Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a classmate at school (shocking, I know--It almost never happens) about books. He was rolling his eyes because he actually loved some Zombie books a friend made him read, and his wife who loved the Twilight books. I embarrassingly said that I was reading a book called "I Hate You..." and joked about how angry people must think I am. The other girl sharing the table with us pointed out that she doesn't read for pleasure anymore--too many textbooks. It's funny how differently people react to the same situation.  We were all assigned an overload of books, and yet some of us stop reading for pleasure, some seek easy books add to their collegiate literature, while others make time for books they are embarrassed about, but find they enjoy, and then there's me. I read the mindless books while neglecting the textbooks.  I guess as long as people are reading I am happy. Whether it is the text books, the girly books, the zombie books, children's books...As long as you are reading.&lt;br /&gt;I loved reading as a child. In Elementry school years I'd stay up past midnight, reading books just for fun. I'd read so much that my mom learned the way to make me do my chores:  hide my books.  But then I got into Junior High and High School where reading was for reports, and I stopped. I didn't like reading when I had to look for deeper meanings, or to write reports, because I thought there was a right answer, and I always found the wrong one.  I don't have the memory for all that. So I just stopped reading. For over 10 years I avoided books. I wasnt until my sister almost forced me to read the first book in a series, just for fun, that I remembered the pleasure in it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that might be why I love reading with my kids--because it starts a good habit at an early age. And it's a great way to keep those mental synapses forming and connecting. And it is just for fun. There are no reports, no right or wrong answers, no pop quizzes. We read to be close to each other. We read to learn about social interactions. We read to read. I hope my kids learn to be happy and have fun, and not dread reading. I hope their teachers keep it as a fun activity that the kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to do, instead of something they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have an assignment for one of my classes to write a story...and as much as I enjoy reading stories, I have a hard time writing stories... I've been wanting to do &lt;a href="http://lizthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-begins.html"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;'s recommendation of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; but I've missed it this month. Mostly because this year has seemed to fly by, so we were a week into November before I even realized it, but also because I have nothing to write about...I guess this is moving into a topic for anothe blog, and this one is long enough.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you read? What's your favorite book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4053818449266730339?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4053818449266730339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4053818449266730339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4053818449266730339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4053818449266730339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1731408274241310542</id><published>2009-11-05T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:18:24.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Things that always make me feel better:</title><content type='html'>The beach&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;A good hug&lt;br /&gt;Throwing keys in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Discovering new places&lt;br /&gt;Spending relaxing, drama-free time with friends&lt;br /&gt;Massages&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Kisses on the forehead&lt;br /&gt;Salsa dancing&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Watching a good comedy&lt;br /&gt;Hearing gossip about myself*&lt;br /&gt;Getting flowers&lt;br /&gt;Service projects&lt;br /&gt;Watching someone purposely drool mouthfuls** of water&lt;br /&gt;Churrasco***&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much anything Brazilian&lt;br /&gt;Someone telling me I'm gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;High heels&lt;br /&gt;Curling up in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Teaching my kids**** new tricks*****&lt;br /&gt;Helping others who really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed up&lt;br /&gt;Road trips&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Did you know that I was engaged? It was quite an exciting surprise for me, too.&lt;br /&gt;**yes, that is mouthful&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love that the spell check options for churrasco are Churchwoman, Churchgoer, churchgoing, and Churriguera) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;****My kids=my nieces and nephews. I claim them.&lt;br /&gt;*****I am kinda a horrible person here--but it is so entertaining for me! Last week my 2 year old nephew wanted a piece of the candy I was eating, so I taught him to give butterfly kisses, and then gave him a treat for doing the new trick. I'll still quiz him on his new trick, and then give him a treat. When the oldest were little, I taught them to fetch.  Seriously. We didn't have a dog, but for whatever reason we had a little chew toy, and I taught the kids to get down on all fours and bring it to me in their mouths. Hilarious. ...I taught them that their noses say "beep" and mine says "honk"...When I touch their chins they have to chew...to raise their hands over their heads and yell "bonsai!"...the "5 Little Monkeys Swinging in a Tree" song, complete with hand gestures...thumb mic-ing...They know where each others' dimples are...How to do-si-do and do arm turns...The list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;******Did I already mention this one? I guess that just goes to show how much I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1731408274241310542?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1731408274241310542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1731408274241310542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1731408274241310542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1731408274241310542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-always-make-me-feel-better.html' title='Things that always make me feel better:'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7989388657212882426</id><published>2009-10-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:00:03.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>You pick</title><content type='html'>What should I be for Halloween?  I've never been very good at costumes. so far my options are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.glam.com/glamnest/2007/10/29/lawst-minute-halloween-costume-ideas/"&gt;-Stranger with Candy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeup.com/blog/5-cheap-halloween-costume-ideas/2008/"&gt;-Facebook&lt;/a&gt;--everyone's been telling me I should be on it, so maybe this is as close as I'll ever get to giving in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/31731.jpg"&gt;-Renaissance girl&lt;/a&gt; (I made a &lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/3e/f/AAAAArl4plcAAAAAAD76kQ.jpg"&gt;corset &lt;/a&gt;a few years ago...I wonder if I can find it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anniescostumes.com/bbp.jpg"&gt;-50's girl&lt;/a&gt;--my little sis has a poodle skirt(again, if I can find it)&lt;br /&gt;-Any suggestions you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think that's about it. I told you I wasn't good at this. Please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7989388657212882426?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7989388657212882426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7989388657212882426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7989388657212882426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7989388657212882426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-pick.html' title='You pick'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6694927901280357372</id><published>2009-10-28T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:24:14.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Past Adventures</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished a few posts about my monthly adventures that I was waiting to post till I had pictures...I never really got around to putting in the pictures, so I'm just going to post them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-june.html"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventure-july.html"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-august.html"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-september.html"&gt;September&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventure-october.html"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-6694927901280357372?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6694927901280357372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6694927901280357372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6694927901280357372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6694927901280357372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-adventures.html' title='Past Adventures'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4410876886860610850</id><published>2009-10-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:23:33.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Adventure:  October</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v4DC4h0bPdEg34beoKFhEg?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPS-UKEqVI/AAAAAAAADeI/zjaiWfPB4r8/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I took another road trip to Utah--surprised? Don't be. I might make one more this year...In addition to my regular visits up there, I also got to see some of my Portuguese speaking friends! I really miss them. It was so fun to reconnect with them, and get to practice a little. It inspired me to watch Brazilian movies.  You never really know what to expect with their movies, so I always have to give a little disclaimer to people who don't know Brazil. I watched one called "The Other Side of the Street" which was pretty good. Tomorrow I'm going to watch one called "Favela Raising" with my little brother, his wife, and our friend John.  Im glad I don't have to explain questionable content to them, because this one could definately be questionable--It's about the ghettos.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway--Pictured above are a few of my friends, sadly some are missing.  I really do miss them! I hope we can get together again soon.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty crazy weekend trying to fit everything in, but I loved being able to visit with so many friends. This was a nice trip because I had a friend for the drive up and back, but he spent the weekend with his girlfriend, so I was pretty much free to do whatever I wanted. I'm a jerk, but I really do like that freedom in a weekend trip...I'm so bad at making plans, so it's easier to just fly off and do something whenever my friends are free.  I did that several times this weekend... "Hey Chrystal, I'm in town--when are you free? ...Right now? OK!" "Your roommates want to stay up all night watching chick flicks--OK!" "You are craving a giant Horchata from the gas station? Lets go!" "Can I crash your breakfast? Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4410876886860610850?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4410876886860610850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4410876886860610850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4410876886860610850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4410876886860610850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventure-october.html' title='Adventure:  October'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPS-UKEqVI/AAAAAAAADeI/zjaiWfPB4r8/s72-c/IMG_0888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1713632700271646176</id><published>2009-10-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:47:41.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Dear Becca,</title><content type='html'>When are you going to come visit again? I miss watching you drool. I have some good key-throwing material. I miss you!&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/4820974695593664703-1713632700271646176?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1713632700271646176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1713632700271646176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1713632700271646176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1713632700271646176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-becca.html' title='Dear Becca,'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1713521865656344133</id><published>2009-10-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:44:00.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up with this song in my head*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XOL0EckLcg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XOL0EckLcg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of my favorite songs since before I heard it. Seriously--I didn't even know it was a song. Someone I know wrote the lyrics in my notebook, and I thought it was a poem she'd written, and I loved it then. I eventually heard it in a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comunica%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;sound-car&lt;/a&gt; driving down the street and I was shocked and even more in love. &lt;a href="http://eyesonbrazil.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/so-hoje-jota-quest/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a version of the lyrics in English, in case you wanted to know...It's pretty hard to read, but you can probably copy and paste it in a word document if you are really interested. I love how simple it is. I love that sometimes it doesn't matter what people are saying, just the fact that they are talking to you can somehow scare the demons away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Does that mean I was dreaming in Portuguese? ...Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1713521865656344133?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1713521865656344133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1713521865656344133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1713521865656344133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1713521865656344133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7659449844086288061</id><published>2009-10-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:45:45.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>A Home for Everything, and Everything in It's Home.</title><content type='html'>I had a really productive weekend.  I washed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; my car on Saturday morning (with the help of my little niece and nephew...it was a long process...but they are so cute I don't mind!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kOEQ-DE6YBJfLA_8ITRNOA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPmBseHrFI/AAAAAAAADfs/7MjiojdRrk0/s288/IMG_0906-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty? That night I bought some Armor-All and and car perfume from Wally's, so I'll probably spend the evening doing that. It's really exciting to work on my car--I've been neglecting her for so long, I was happy to finally have a day to shower her with my affection. Maybe it's just me, but there is something extremely exciting about sparkling tires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping I also found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sFf7_PCYa6B0DXQWaEhWLQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPR3VymHSI/AAAAAAAADd4/FEtcMqM9yvE/s288/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for an organizer like this for a while now; a way to keep my jewelry organized, because it keeps getting all tangled up. It was in one of the containers I use for my make-up and hair clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1wQLnCdeQgBOVD2nlvPQ1w?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPR7tf7pyI/AAAAAAAADd8/WzcsDWdyhu8/s288/IMG_0897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love, Love, LOVE these containers!!! I believe I got them in the kitchen section of a Target or something. I used to keep them in a little zippered pouch, but I got so sick of having to dig through everything, so now I keep all my essentials in one tray, my multi-colored eye shadows in the second, and all the other pens and misc stuff in the last. I loved my new system so much I got another stacker for my hair clips and barrettes. It's so nice to have everything divided up and organized. &lt;--That plus the fact that I was spending my Saturday night shopping made me realize that I'm old! So I decided I might as well get myself some yarn and a good hook so I can pick up crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8B83-vwzwznMQZ85is1MnA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPR_8Q4yaI/AAAAAAAADeA/3aeWG_411cQ/s288/IMG_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I decided I wanted to make an afghan, and I was just going to do a basic crochet stitch, but then I saw this pattern; it's basically a huge granny square. I've done about a square foot now, so by the time it's cold here in California, I should have something made-by-me to curl up in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7659449844086288061?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7659449844086288061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7659449844086288061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7659449844086288061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7659449844086288061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-for-everything-and-everything-in.html' title='A Home for Everything, and Everything in It&apos;s Home.'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPmBseHrFI/AAAAAAAADfs/7MjiojdRrk0/s72-c/IMG_0906-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1126243710133207168</id><published>2009-09-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:53:41.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>In case you were thinking about hating me,</title><content type='html'>I have been informed that is apparently a bad idea, because I am:&lt;br /&gt;Generous&lt;br /&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;Unselfish&lt;br /&gt;Helpful&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Obedient&lt;br /&gt;Thrifty&lt;br /&gt;Punctual&lt;br /&gt;Open Minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um...thank you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1126243710133207168?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1126243710133207168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1126243710133207168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1126243710133207168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1126243710133207168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-case-you-were-thinking-about-hating.html' title='In case you were thinking about hating me,'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1118013771790504822</id><published>2009-09-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:10:02.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><title type='text'>Have I ever told you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.malls-info.com/mall/montcl41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.malls-info.com/mall/montcl41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing this sign often while growing up, because the Montclair Plaza was the only mall in the area.  It used to confuse me. "what's so important about 96? ...or is it nine sixths? What does that mean?" I used to ask myself. ...It was years before I finally figured out that what I thought said "9 / 6" is actually a fancy M, as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ontclair. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1118013771790504822?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1118013771790504822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1118013771790504822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1118013771790504822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1118013771790504822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-i-ever-told-you.html' title='Have I ever told you...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2776632843477268955</id><published>2009-09-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:05:21.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Adventure:  September</title><content type='html'>We went on a WHIM Weekend--&lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2009/09/whim-weekend.html"&gt;Rachel said&lt;/a&gt; so.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had two Adventures this month because we also went to the &lt;a href="http://www.lacountyfair.com/2009/"&gt;FAIR&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;We saw pig races:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1-8wSvJYBzX7i0K6h31k7g?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPUGjg_rxI/AAAAAAAADeY/EYQvYYqO1hU/s288/IMG_0871-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jealous? You should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden area I found these boards, and they are super interesting.  I'm not really sure what attracted me to them, but they remind me of the rose parade, and things earthy, and beans--all of which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FRYaJ2ftcpbnnjntTgkKDg?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPT_vc9dPI/AAAAAAAADeU/vp06FbIRVv0/s288/IMG_0874-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2776632843477268955?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2776632843477268955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2776632843477268955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2776632843477268955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2776632843477268955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-september.html' title='Adventure:  September'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/StPUGjg_rxI/AAAAAAAADeY/EYQvYYqO1hU/s72-c/IMG_0871-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1939012583513418687</id><published>2009-09-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:25:10.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>If you know you shouldn't...</title><content type='html'>I like to pretend to analyze lyrics. I'm sure I miss a lot, especially any and all deeper meanings but I do try to figure out the possible meanings and roots and key terms, etc. I know I'm often wrong*, but even then I'm usually content that it at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; make sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my neighbor Carrie (love her!) yesterday and she told me about a song called "&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/thompson-twins/lies.html"&gt;Lies, Lies, Lies&lt;/a&gt;." I think it's this one by the Thompson Twins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA43ETEU1Vg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA43ETEU1Vg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty funny song, but I do think it's interesting that people would lie. I mean, I can understand the lies people tell to cover their butts, like "oh, I forgot..." or "it was an accident" or "I didn't know that would happen." But to blatantly invent a false story is amazing to me. If you know you have to lie because it's the wrong thing to do, why do it? And if you decide to do it even though it isn't right, don't try to cover it up. Man up** to your actions. Or at least do it right,*** by making it believable and getting the people involved in your alibi to go along with the story. I had a friend once who I like to call a compulsive liar. I'm not sure he was, or even if it is a condition that exists, but it got to the point that our group of friends would just wait to hear his next huge story. And they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; lies. Like, "Last night I rode my bike to the Sun and married the most beautiful Martian you have ever seen" big. And on some level, I think he actually believed he was mostly telling the truth...except that he'd tell me that story, while also telling our mutual friend "Last night I found a glowing moon rock in my back yard, and when I picked it up it exploded and my hand fell of, but this morning my hand grew back" and someone else "Last night I watched ANTM because Tyra is so hot." Dude, keep track of your lies and stick to one story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just upset because I'm so bad at lying that when I try it sounds something like this: "Oh...um...ya. I-um...my phone died..." (while I look down and fidget with my fingers); but I've never really understood why people lie. I guess I could understand lying to strangers, because who cares? There's a good chance you'll never see them again any way...but why do it when you are lying to someone why knows you well, so you know**** you're gonna get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the song: I like the thought that lies are stolen/borrowed and exist in and of themselves, just floating around the world trying to catch people...It actually takes some effort to tell the truth sometimes. Now, that is not an excuse or justification to lie, but (for some people especially) it just comes naturally to lie; little white lies like "of course you look good in that dress" or "I love your hair" or "she doesn't hate you" or "no, I'm not Superman. My name is Clark." They've just gotten so used to saying whatever makes people happy that it is almost reflexive for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked the line "twisted truth and half the news" because I think I do that all the time. ...That is a lie I could probably get away with, because I don't like to hurt people and I'd probably say the "he's just not that into you" half-truth instead of "ya, he thinks your really pushy." Although I personally would rather know the whole truth, because then you can make am informed decision in your reaction. If someone just doesnt like me, it's got nothing to do with me, so I'm "perfect" but if I know that they think I'm pushy I can evaluate myself and decide if I disagree and am fine, or if I agree and that I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what it comes down to is how often someone lies, and say they'll change. "You say you'll try harder, but I think it's just too late." I think that's the key. Everyone tells a lie at some point in time. Everyone does something wrong. No one is perfect. But when you keep saying you're gonna change, and then you don't--that's when it becomes a real problem. And the sad thing about lies is that they snowball. They might start out as white lies, but as soon as you become accustomed to lying so you don't hurt people, you begin to lie so you don't get hurt, and you lie to yourself, and then you lie just to do it. It's funny that the song says "well the car is revving in the drive, and I'm not the sort to wait" because I am totally like that! I'm totally willing to give chances, but then I'm off to live my life. I can't wait around for you to finally decide to tell the truth. The song ends with "yeah, you know I know" which goes back to my question from earlier:  Why lie if you know you're gonna get caught? Do people just not realize that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm glad I'm a bad liar--because at least that way I know when I'm lying, and with my need to be perfect, I think being imperfect in that keeps me from doing it. Thank goodness for that, because I also lack the memory to remember when/where/to whom I lied, and that would just make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Like, for example, when I thought that a song said something about hiding pain like dorian rain(?)...I'd heard it often, but the only explanation I could come up with was about how maybe drops of rain would hide the tears caused by pain...but I never had a computer nearby to look up what kind of raindorian rain was, or what it could indicate. ...well, it was pointed out to me last weekend that the song didn't say "dorian rain" but rather "Dorian Gray" which is a reference to " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Picture_of_Dorian_Gray"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"by Oscar Wilde. It's a novel about a vain man who sells his soul so his portrait, and not himself, would suffer the effects of his sins. Pretty different from what what I'd thought.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I know women lie too, but "woman up" just doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;***I know someone who works in a prison, and she used to tell the inmates that they are the dumb criminals because they got caught, and then she'd go on to tell them how she would have committed their crimes differently so she didn't get arrested. I can't imagine saying something like that to a jailbird, but she was fearless, and it made for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; stories.&lt;br /&gt;**** at least you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1939012583513418687?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1939012583513418687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1939012583513418687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1939012583513418687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1939012583513418687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-know-you-shouldnt.html' title='If you know you shouldn&apos;t...'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8946652494351653970</id><published>2009-08-27T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:45:44.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Adventure:  August</title><content type='html'>Road trip to Utah!  This is my third trip up this year.  My record is from when I was living there; I think I made the trip 6 times in 6 months.  I'd thought it would just be a quick trip, and I'd be in Utah for like 48 hours before I'd have to head home, but things are looking up and I have a few extra hours.  This is the plan:  Drive up to Vegas after class gets out at 7pm Thursday 26 August 2009; drive to Provo area Friday and meet up with my &lt;a href="http://www.guesswhatsinmypocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;BFF &lt;/a&gt;who I'll be staying with; attend a friend's wedding reception on Saturday night; start the drive home on Monday; maybe stay in Vegas that night; be in So Cal for class at noon on Tuesday...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed pretty close to the plan...went up Thurs. night, ate breakfast with a friend at &lt;a href="http://www.originalpancakehouse.com/index.html"&gt;The Original Pancake House&lt;/a&gt; Friday morning, and then drove the rest of the way up to UT. It was pretty late at night when we got there, so I just chit chatted with my friend, and then we went to bed. The next day we waited for her parents to come up and sent the boys off while my friend, her mom and I had girl-time. What else would we do if not go shopping? :-) I was a really nice relaxing time with my second family. I have a great family, don't get me wrong there. But I've also been unofficially adopted into their family. This is the friend I got into trouble with in High School. The friend who was just across the border when I was in Brazil. The friend I lived in UT with--and while there I spent a lot of time with her family.  I love them all! And because it's about my birthday, I &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=EF-243403&amp;amp;cgname=OSKEYBAFZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=745&amp;amp;atp=a"&gt;got&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2292357&amp;amp;cp=3207813.2078690"&gt;presents&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;After the bonding time, we met up for dinner at a Mexican food restaurant--and pretty good food, for UT. &lt;br /&gt;After that the two of us went to the reason for the trip: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=8248049&amp;amp;id=582505299#/photo.php?pid=9354797&amp;amp;id=582505299"&gt;Sarah's wedding reception&lt;/a&gt;!  I was even able to see a few friends I didn't realize would be there. :-) That was fun. And I got to support my friend, and see my cousin, and eat goodies, and joke a little. It was fun. I miss having you in CA Sarah, but I'm glad you are happy! ...And I'm always up there anyway--haha!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I crashed a Singles ward, and then visited some more.&lt;br /&gt;Monday it was time to head home again, but it was a leisurely drive because I didn't have plans to meet my Vegas friends till dinner, then we all wondered the neighboring &lt;a href="http://www.basspro.com/homepage.html"&gt;Bass Pro Shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the morning I had to rush back to CA in order to get to my class on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm bad at taking pictures on vacations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8946652494351653970?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8946652494351653970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8946652494351653970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8946652494351653970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8946652494351653970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-august.html' title='Adventure:  August'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-1825409967441183240</id><published>2009-08-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:44:26.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Delighted Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that my sister married a Samoan, so their kids are dark.  Well, most of them. My niece is pretty much 100% white.   But she is adorable!  I can tell she has a little bit of Samoa in her though, but she is a great hula dancer!  When we ask her to practice her dance at home she throws a little fit and pretends to be shy.  She loves the attention to be on her, and is very brave when on stage.   This is me and my nephew at my niece's first dance show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RQ_gUOHLWxWAO0eEDq7UHg?authkey=Gv1sRgCKevttu6qeuepAE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbHRM3hDMI/AAAAAAAADLE/n8dzUPxJVkY/s288/IMG_0105-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-1825409967441183240?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1825409967441183240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=1825409967441183240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1825409967441183240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/1825409967441183240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/delighted-embarrassment.html' title='Delighted Embarrassment'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbHRM3hDMI/AAAAAAAADLE/n8dzUPxJVkY/s72-c/IMG_0105-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8623845234019244274</id><published>2009-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:19:12.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you do when someone you trust tells you to change? Should I accept it because it's someone I trust and therefore is probably for my best? Or do I stick to my own ideas? Because it is a change that will change who I am...and I don't think I'm okay with that. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was told last week that I am too generous and kind. And I'm at a loss as to how that's a bad thing. Why do I have to stop that? Is it because it makes me too easy to love? Too hard to be mean to? To be honest, I think I'm kinda selfish and self-involved, but that's besides the point. Who are you to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; need to change?  You, who can't say no? You, who is so angry at the world you can't see any color but red.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine a life without you in it...but I'm not sure I can talk to you. I'm not sure how to act around you anymore. I'm not sure where the boundaries should be, and I'm never going to be okay with what you are doing. As Kate Hudson's character in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/span&gt;, Andie, said "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0251127/quotes"&gt;I love you Binky...but I don't have to like you right now.&lt;/a&gt;" Well, I love you (fill in name here), but I don't have to like you right now. I don't feel appreciated. I don't feel important. So I'm not going to feel bad for ignoring you for a few days...I mean, I will, and it will break my heart every time, but...I don't know what else to do...&lt;br /&gt;And the sad thing is that you probably won't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8623845234019244274?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8623845234019244274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8623845234019244274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8623845234019244274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8623845234019244274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7773727615254503060</id><published>2009-07-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:17:07.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Adventure:  July</title><content type='html'>Did I do anything this month? Yes I did!!! We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.oldminers.org/events.php"&gt;1800's Country Fair                    &amp;amp; Logger’s Jubilee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fawnskinvictorian.com/"&gt;in Fawnskin&lt;/a&gt;. Aside form the few moments of fear as we watched an old man teeter as he carried a chain saw up a log ramp, it was a really fun day.  And I've been craving a snow cone ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-come-none-of-you-have-boats.html"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; already wrote about it, and since she's so good at blogging, you should just read hers. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7773727615254503060?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7773727615254503060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7773727615254503060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7773727615254503060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7773727615254503060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventure-july.html' title='Adventure:  July'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-2787375122212856291</id><published>2009-07-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:22:16.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Did I just stall?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://www.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=34.084228,-117.967587&amp;amp;spn=0.072081,0.154324&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=34.084228,-117.967587&amp;amp;spn=0.072081,0.154324&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my sister's &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O5MGcKrZ2EnIYWuFipMfYA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;anniversary&lt;/a&gt;, so we decided to have a family temple trip. It was fun. We went to dinner after and I was stuffed after eating less than half my food--weird. But things got weirder as the  night went on. After we got home, I gave my friend a ride. As we were getting off the freeway I stopped at a red light, to wait my turn to go right...and then someone rear ended me! As you can imagine I had no clue what to do or what had just happened. My only thought was "Oh no--my poor baby*!" The offending Mustang pulled up next to me and I put my window down. I heard Chris say something about the guy having a 40 in his hand, so I reach for the Ka-Bar I keep next to my seat, as if it will protect me from a gun...Ya, turns out "a 40" does not mean "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.40_S&amp;amp;W"&gt;.40 caliber gun&lt;/a&gt;" as I'd understood it, but rather "&lt;a href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/bY3cdfKDFkjteemcH5r4xEVCo1_500.png"&gt;40 oz. drink&lt;/a&gt;" as in alcohol...I told you I had no clue what was happening. Anyway, the guy in the 03 Mustang said "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry guys."&lt;br /&gt;"Would you please pull over up here?" Chris asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," Mr. Mustang replied. He then pulled around us and slowed down at the shoulder of the road only to speed off! What?!? Who does that? Punk. So we took off after him and slowed down at the next intersection where we found him with his lights off hiding in a community entrance drive way. When he realized that we saw him he took off, so I had to flip a U to try to catch up to him, but he'd gotten back on the freeway and was soon gone. Luckily Chris had already gotten his Plate number, so during all that chasing, he was also on the phone with CHP reporting the make, model, Year (I don't know how people can tell what year a car was made. I have a hard enough time remembering the year of my own car, and I have the owner's manual! It's a good thing he was there. We lost him pretty quick, because I couldn't really remember how to drive...So we pulled over on the side of an off ramp and waited for CHP to get there to file the report...but as we were waiting Chris got out to look at the damage to my bumper (because I was too much of a chicken, and I didn't think I could have taken seeing my baby hurt**. Want to know what he found? &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b89ACkb-TGlj5y_T2I8cRw?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty crazy right? I mean, it's really ugly, but it's not nearly as bad as I'd expected. CHP finally got there and we decided not to make a report because I don't want to show an accident on my record if there was no real damage***. So we got back in the car and (after I figured out how to drive again****) continued down the off ramp, then I turned where I thought I should to get us back to where we were initially heading...but turns out I was wrong. Again, I blame the accident messing with my mind. We got off the 10 in...I'm not really sure what city it actually was, but somewhere between San Dimas or Covina and instead of heading east towards our destination, I was in El Monte*****. Needless to say, I did not drive the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;PS- I'm a hypochondriac. I totally thought my neck was injured. I can still feel it when I think about the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Baby is what I call my car.&lt;br /&gt;**I guess I'm really vain, because I don't think I could drive around with a smashed bumper. I'd probably have to get a new car. Seriously. All I was thinking about at the time was the fact that I can't afford a new car.&lt;br /&gt;***Chris was nice enough to &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H3xJjZYS8SiQ0vSk4cJ85Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;clean it up&lt;/a&gt; for me; good as new. Well, almost. The bumper isn't quite aligned right. There are also a few little chips and cracks that will never go away, but you can't really see them, and the huge black streaks are gone. I told you I am vain.&lt;br /&gt;****Seriously. I didn't know how to drive.  I even turned on my windshield wipers as I was trying to figure out how to make the car go.&lt;br /&gt;*****I still don't understand what happened, because we never hit any big streets, and I wasn't driving that long...I knew I was on the wrong street from the one I wanted, but I figured we were at least heading in the right direction. Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-2787375122212856291?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2787375122212856291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=2787375122212856291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2787375122212856291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/2787375122212856291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-just-stall.html' title='Did I just stall?!?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-541576408577601169</id><published>2009-06-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:30:59.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Adventure:  June</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PuDWNswz8j7Trz5c0sF1fA?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbL1UWapuI/AAAAAAAADOU/vH9EIP0JvUI/s288/IMG_0193-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay2?authkey=Gv1sRgCObOlpT23_27Hw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Picture of the Day 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I decided I wanted to try a day trip from the &lt;a href="http://www.aaa-calif.com/westways/archive.aspx"&gt;Westways Magazine&lt;/a&gt; put out by AAA.  I had planned on doing one in &lt;a href="http://www.aaa-calif.com/westways/0809/features/palosverdespeninsula.aspx"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt;, but things for that...well, they didn't really work out. Maybe another time (anyone want to come?)  Instead I spent the morning at the Botanical gardens (where I got the above picture) and then I did the &lt;a href="http://www.aaa-calif.com/westways/0609/features/orange.aspx"&gt;Old Towne Orange&lt;/a&gt; tour--from a different issue of Westways.  I have been there before, but just driving through, and I've always wanted to visit when I could walk around.&lt;br /&gt;I started at &lt;strong&gt;Watson's Drugs and Soda Fountain, &lt;/strong&gt;because who doesnt love a soda fountain?  Then I went around and saw most of the places listed, and a few others that just looked interesting. One of my Favorite parts was eatting my food at the little park in the round-about. We don't have very many of those in modern USA. I admit that they scare me a little to drive on--especially if they are large--but they are so old townsy I love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to take some me time, sit there watching people and reading my book.  I am a pretty fun chick--why don't I spend more time with myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-541576408577601169?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/541576408577601169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=541576408577601169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/541576408577601169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/541576408577601169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-june.html' title='Adventure:  June'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SlbL1UWapuI/AAAAAAAADOU/vH9EIP0JvUI/s72-c/IMG_0193-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-5422821038566660016</id><published>2009-06-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:58:23.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Beach Poem*</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of the beach,&lt;br /&gt;and how I long to go.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I love it;&lt;br /&gt;what appeal does it have?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sound of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;waves washing shore?&lt;br /&gt;Or the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;reflected all around?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the free pedicure&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sand exfoliates feet?&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ybe all. Maybe none.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think it's my inner laziness&lt;br /&gt;longing to escape.&lt;br /&gt;A place free from expecta&lt;/span&gt;tion&lt;br /&gt;where all that's required is&lt;br /&gt;relaxation and enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;No steps to memorize.&lt;br /&gt;No tests to pass.&lt;br /&gt;No names and dates to correlate.&lt;br /&gt;All that's begging my attention&lt;br /&gt;is the summer book on my lap,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the friend at my side.&lt;br /&gt;Where reading is for pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;and when I want to stop I can.&lt;br /&gt;No hurry to finish before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Conversations aren't intense&lt;br /&gt;but lay in random musings&lt;br /&gt;of no worldly importance.&lt;br /&gt;A quick nap in the sun.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=4820974695593664703"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stroll down the pier.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions made in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;That's where I need&lt;br /&gt;to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll find success.&lt;br /&gt;A vacation on my door step,&lt;br /&gt;or a quick drive away.&lt;br /&gt;My retreat within sight.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I hope you don't expect much because I use the word "poem" loosely...I'm pretty much making it up right now, so it's probably not going &lt;/span&gt;to be good. You've been warned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-5422821038566660016?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5422821038566660016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=5422821038566660016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5422821038566660016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/5422821038566660016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-poem.html' title='Beach Poem*'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-121898089342989239</id><published>2009-06-15T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:44:49.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrugs'/><title type='text'>Here's Your Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XlaG15Q14WCvcl6Fy6HQjA?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SjRN4K__XyI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XvChs-CEi18/s400/IMG_0089-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your car is so valuable that you have to take up two (2) parking spaces so there's no chance that other cars will hit it while you are at the park, you can't afford it--and therefore shouldn't have bought it.&lt;br /&gt;PS-- Dear person, This is a little parking lot, on a busy park day (There was a hula show, in case you park this way so often you can't remember each offensive incidence) so next time think of the people you are making park 4 blocks away. It wasn't me, but it could have been the little old lady who went to watch her granddaughter do the hula. And, just so you know: If I still had my little Suzuki Samurai (or a motorcycle), I definitely would have parked in one of those parking spots, which would put me &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; close to your precious car. Think about that next time.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-121898089342989239?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/121898089342989239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=121898089342989239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/121898089342989239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/121898089342989239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Sign'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SjRN4K__XyI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XvChs-CEi18/s72-c/IMG_0089-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-7659477382678671014</id><published>2009-06-08T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:05:32.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Time to Step it Up</title><content type='html'>I agree with &lt;a href="http://schozbot.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-step-it-up.html"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, let's help &lt;a href="http://www.rachelsaysso.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; win the Funniest Blog Award! I'm not good enough at voting to do it, so I need your help. Click here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialluxelounge.com/blogluxe/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.socialluxelounge.com/www.socialluxelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/award-funniest.jpg" alt="2009 BlogLuxe Awards" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vote for "Rachel Says So."  You can vote once a day, so go back every day and put lets put her in her place! (1st place, that is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-7659477382678671014?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7659477382678671014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=7659477382678671014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7659477382678671014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/7659477382678671014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-step-it-up.html' title='Time to Step it Up'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-4536008014631884895</id><published>2009-05-26T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:38:04.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Advenure:  May</title><content type='html'>I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to make my trip for May because I was supposed to go to AZ, but then &lt;a href="http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-that-smile.html"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; got &lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-to-bring-bonnet-to-wedding.html"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; which I definitely didn't want to miss, and I had work...so I didn't go. But then the next weekend was a 3 day weekend, and I didn't have any plans... so at about 9pm on Friday night I decided I wanted to go to AZ and visit some of my cousins. And I conned a friend into taking the trip too, so I didn't have to drive alone through the &lt;a href="http://rachelsaysso.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-it-smell-of-pretzels-that-saved-me.html"&gt;worst stretch of highway&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of the night.  It turns out I wouldn't really have been alone because &lt;a href="http://jrandsummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-im-slacker-so-what.html"&gt;JR and Summer&lt;/a&gt; were heading out too, and they were only about an hour ahead of us...but still, being the only one in the car is all that really matters. I mean, there is absolutely nothing to look at to keep yourself from going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we finally found my cousin's place (seriously, in the middle of no where.) at like 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it just me, or does AZ have a ton of speeding camera's on the highway/freeways?  They seemed to be everywhere. I don't think I like it, because even if you are going with the flow of traffic, you could get a ticket, without even realizing it. I can appreciate that they want to do something to control traffic, but I'm a huge fan of the old fashioned getting pulled over. I mean, it sucks to get pulled over, but at least then you know you did something wrong at the time you did it....As I learned in school, the closer the punishment (ticket) is to the undesired action (speeding), the more effective it is.  Getting a letter in the mail up to a month later (I hear it can take that long with our red light camera's. lame.) doesn't really create a mental correlation to the action. It just seems like a lazy way to give tickets. ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, sorry. I guess I'll stop now. Back to the trip!&lt;br /&gt;So, we got there at around 4am, and the next morning I was awakened at 7am by one of my cousins to go shooting...ya, I appreciated the gesture, but we decided sleep was more important. Especially when we heard that everyone wanted to go shooting again on Monday morning.  When we got up I spent the day hanging out with my family. :-)  Several of us decided to make a trip to the "local" &lt;a href="http://www.cabelas.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cabela's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (it was the longest trip ever. I don't know why, but I seriously felt like I was in the car for 4 hours. I wasn't, but I felt like I was). On the way home, we had to make a quick stop at Costco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Bhd9HADo2Nfget3KAHwrjg?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyHxIjo1I/AAAAAAAACz4/dXArGPZvyXo/s288/IMG_0138-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay02?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On Sunday they all had church at 8am...So I decided to hit up the singles at 2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I slept in and then watched TV and then hung with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we got up and drove about 20 minutes to the open state land (I told you we were in the middle of no where) we went past the dairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ba0nd3tn_a4uNrBVeukhhQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyK_x4_pI/AAAAAAAAC0c/rJRMsIXAMlc/s288/IMG_0003-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the hay stacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M9bbwHyCUczRWavVWylPYQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyLPPYQZI/AAAAAAAAC0k/lZjGXHqOr_U/s288/IMG_0006-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around the corn fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IJKcH-_r8kUz7xXjmrrojw?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyLur4EsI/AAAAAAAAC0o/w3WS7C78EvA/s288/IMG_0007-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a dirt road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-c9l4eTc41cz9rIFrbwtsQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyJGl4bCI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Fh2RDxxhdH4/s288/IMG_0156-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay02?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where shooting is allowed, and we set up some targets in the side of a cliff to shoot at with .22's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GIA4Wv72AM3M5ndZ-vmT5g?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyJ076XTI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/VbfcbPA3i9Y/s288/IMG_0174-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a hand gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TmJCzfZyXpNdFwKVazn4sg?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyKf-7B8I/AAAAAAAAC0U/f9npz80cc10/s288/IMG_0188-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hoQwXcbd4D4YgJow6xc9bg?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyKiCYXiI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/8wQianXttqw/s144/IMG_0191-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my other cousins threw some clay pigeons which we shot at over the desert brush.  I hit about half of mine-not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1T1dQPMqMqIuF4TsRPXEuA?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyJfckG5I/AAAAAAAAC1I/NBcXohbk6W8/s400/IMG_0164-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did my family become such gun nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GtPY8M6dtFmlY9RGTPRx0A?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyI_0BTWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ayQetCUbMXA/s400/IMG_0148-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After that we all went to lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.logansroadhouse.com/Default.aspx"&gt;Logan's Roadhouse&lt;/a&gt; (my uncle's favorite place),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lr-xLIGURgKZCYAJejujgA?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyL4WNxPI/AAAAAAAAC0s/4HhQ7pzsuJA/s400/IMG_0008-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then started our trip home. It was a long drive, but much easier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the day. I was a passenger for most of that trip--I was going stir crazy. I'm sure I irritated the driver to no end with my useless questions and fidgeting, but other than that it was a really good trip. So good, in fact, that I already want to go back.  I love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-4536008014631884895?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4536008014631884895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=4536008014631884895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4536008014631884895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/4536008014631884895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/advenure-may.html' title='Advenure:  May'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/SiWyHxIjo1I/AAAAAAAACz4/dXArGPZvyXo/s72-c/IMG_0138-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8909841105791469092</id><published>2009-05-19T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:09:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2cd6c62f9ebbb09f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cd6c62f9ebbb09f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330164623%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26E302FCB8E495ABF5A9E37649F1343351675350.6780023F6B124C4868F06D3FB38533A2A3689AFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cd6c62f9ebbb09f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrMv_cLRXNtnG3aYdqkx_oflFMT8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cd6c62f9ebbb09f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330164623%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26E302FCB8E495ABF5A9E37649F1343351675350.6780023F6B124C4868F06D3FB38533A2A3689AFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cd6c62f9ebbb09f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrMv_cLRXNtnG3aYdqkx_oflFMT8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason I was telling a coworker about the katie-palooza trip to Santa Barbara and I mentioned that I was on the news &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/The%20Killers%20Lyrics/Somebody%20Told%20Me%20Lyrics.html"&gt;in February of last year&lt;/a&gt;*...So he made me show him the video clip. That was a fun trip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I actually said that. "in February of last year" and then I realized that that was from a song and I had to quickly research which one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8909841105791469092?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8909841105791469092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8909841105791469092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8909841105791469092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8909841105791469092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-this.html' title='Remember this?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3928063349195459896</id><published>2009-05-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:00:39.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>I still can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>A while back I was hungry as we left a sporting goods store and saw this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay02?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5337028774354098082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvZLtqF6I/AAAAAAAACrs/eFqz3OOR3xY/s288/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to go in and try it out. It was fun because we got to sit in the special area (I cant remember what they called it) Where there are blocks placed around the table, so it's almost like siting on the floor to eat your food. You have to take your shoes off before entering the booth, and you walk around on the blocks to find your seat.  We ate some interesting food.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the teriyaki chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4iNQpyMXyhX2mE5BkyOmTw?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvU1sFX_I/AAAAAAAACrY/fv1W1Uyf2fM/s288/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was very good, and well presented. (This is after I'd taken a few bites because I forgot my camera in the car...Someone was super nice enough to go get it for me.  :-)) It came with some California Rolls (in the front of the picture--Don't you love the tray it is served on!?! I think the rolls in the background are called spicy rolls, but I'm not sure.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay02?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5337028734892996418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvW4tZd0I/AAAAAAAACrg/WW1r2FsNODo/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But definitely the most crazy/exciting thing I ate has to be the Vegas roll, with cream cheese. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shrugsnkisses/PictureOfTheDay02?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5337028715411895698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvVwIvdZI/AAAAAAAACrc/pG8t04mJXGU/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You notice that in the last picture it's white on the outside, because of the rice? And see how on top of the Vegas Rolls it's not white? That would be because there is eel on it. That's right--EEL. And I ate it. Two pieces of eel topped sushi. I definitely deserve some ice cream. Something with chocolate and caramel and peanut butter and...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sorry--I'm lost in a dream of ice cream toppings. I might have to make a trip out to 21 choices on my lunch break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3928063349195459896?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3928063349195459896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3928063349195459896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3928063349195459896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3928063349195459896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-cant-believe-it.html' title='I still can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvZLtqF6I/AAAAAAAACrs/eFqz3OOR3xY/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-3747040220792033893</id><published>2009-05-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:19:58.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Look at that Smile</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share these pictures because they are so dang cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EwWWZOdVEYNGXe74CCNM8Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDyJNue-AI/AAAAAAAACtg/_5HwdPFKRlA/s400/IMG_0122-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oXqQptFb8ymAFSZH65QNKQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDyKSy41qI/AAAAAAAACtk/B78lchR6Qbs/s400/IMG_0135-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-3747040220792033893?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3747040220792033893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=3747040220792033893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3747040220792033893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/3747040220792033893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-that-smile.html' title='Look at that Smile'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDyJNue-AI/AAAAAAAACtg/_5HwdPFKRlA/s72-c/IMG_0122-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-564097341220041211</id><published>2009-05-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:55:26.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Hidden Mickey?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if Disney is somehow involved with Buick (or maybe there will soon be a lawsuit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J8fPv73KsDZ7-ccvE3iRGw?authkey=Gv1sRgCO2o_77NnbWyUQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvadQR4EI/AAAAAAAACrw/Gbo83GKqBgU/s288/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-564097341220041211?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/564097341220041211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=564097341220041211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/564097341220041211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/564097341220041211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidden-mickey.html' title='Hidden Mickey?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/ShDvadQR4EI/AAAAAAAACrw/Gbo83GKqBgU/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-8269613847536017376</id><published>2009-05-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:28:33.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>What's This For?</title><content type='html'>I can already tell this is going to be a good day--Want to know why? Because my boss came in with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sghr8lsquJI/AAAAAAAACqA/0D9WRci1PVI/s1600-h/0511091117-706760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sghr8lsquJI/AAAAAAAACqA/0D9WRci1PVI/s400/0511091117-706760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632447276136594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And since I was on the phone he just handed it to me and walked away. I was a little confused, but thought someone had come in to make a payment for their software and I needed to process it. But when I asked what it was for, he replied "You."&lt;br /&gt;Yep--my we-survived-tax-season bonus. :-)  A good start to the day. A good start to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And in case you are thinking about robbing me as I leave the office tonight, you should know that I have my nunchucks class tonight, and am prepared accordingly, if you know what I mean.  You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-8269613847536017376?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8269613847536017376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=8269613847536017376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8269613847536017376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/8269613847536017376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-this-for.html' title='What&apos;s This For?'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sghr8lsquJI/AAAAAAAACqA/0D9WRci1PVI/s72-c/0511091117-706760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820974695593664703.post-6143498262858665893</id><published>2009-05-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:19:15.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><title type='text'>Nunchucks</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a good picture of nunchucks so I could write a clever* blog about how our class is going, but instead I found this picture on the &lt;a href="http://forums.lotro.com/showthread.php?p=2881971"&gt;Lord of the Rings Online&lt;/a&gt; website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.dslextreme.com/users/henk/images/nun%20chucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 596px;" src="http://members.dslextreme.com/users/henk/images/nun%20chucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ya, I'm not that funny anyway, so it's probably better I found this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/front/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820974695593664703-6143498262858665893?l=shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6143498262858665893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820974695593664703&amp;postID=6143498262858665893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6143498262858665893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820974695593664703/posts/default/6143498262858665893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrugsnkisses.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunchucks.html' title='Nunchucks'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020121868998000309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3WuT0jrhRZs/Sb7TCz8PxvI/AAAAAAAACXs/oTEokA7opkE/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
