<?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-3630980017478270136</id><updated>2012-02-19T23:48:41.239-05:00</updated><category term='how to make eggs'/><category term='hot hits'/><category term='Two Buck Chuch'/><category term='getting away'/><category term='Tattoos'/><category term='Sharks'/><category term='Shark Week'/><category term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category term='friend support'/><category term='mini easel'/><category term='georgia peaches'/><category term='quit smoking'/><category term='Orville Redenbacher&apos;s'/><category term='life choices'/><category term='house sitting'/><category term='Scared of Sharks'/><category 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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-2550848417001570656</id><published>2012-02-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:48:41.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I've always been one to be overcome with nostalgia from smells, songs and certain days where the setting is just right and I open myself up wide to embrace the full experience of thoughts and emotion that are about to overcome me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Tonight I opened up a fresh tube of toothpaste, same as I've used for years but for some reason tonight was different. &amp;nbsp;As I put that toothbrush into my mouth and got my first taste I was immediately taken back to Diabetes camp, I may have been 9 or 10. &amp;nbsp;I was reminded of the hot summer, swimming in the pool with my cabin mates, homesick little girls that I thought were dumb (they should have been enjoying their time away), flirting with boys so I'd get asked to the big dance at the end of the week(although I never did, those homesick broads always got asked), The Proclaimers song 1000 Miles, sneaking my grandmother's bright red lipstick away to camp and wearing it (another plot to get asked to the dance), and most of all I remembered wearing my hot pink Team Diawa hat that dad had bought me at Walmart right before I left for camp! &amp;nbsp;I later found out that Team Diawa was some sort of fishing team, no wonder it was in the hunting and fishing section of the store! &amp;nbsp;No matter, I adored that hat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I remember when coming back from camp that year, mom and dad bought me a bow and arrow because I exclaimed at how much I loved shooting it while at &amp;nbsp;camp!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I adore nostalgia, the much prettier sister of deja vu, now she's a whole different story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-2550848417001570656?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-4090966993252619738</id><published>2012-01-27T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:27:07.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there's one thing I can promise you in my lifetime, it's that there is one week a month where I will not loose weight.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, please come again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-4090966993252619738?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4090966993252619738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2012/01/promise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4090966993252619738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4090966993252619738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2012/01/promise.html' title='A promise'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-7123167360442385558</id><published>2012-01-21T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:24:34.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dragonfly disaster</title><content type='html'>On my way to see him, I had fear in my heart that it'd be the last time. &amp;nbsp;Driving down a curvy road, a storm was brewing, the sky was filled with large fluffy dark clouds, windows down, radio up. &amp;nbsp;Suddenly something hit my window, made a loud thud and fell into my lap. &amp;nbsp;As I looked down in horror, a tear streamed down my face. &amp;nbsp;A dragonfly, which I've always looked upon as good luck, was laying on my dress, only his upper torso. &amp;nbsp;The impact had split him in half. &amp;nbsp;This was my sign that my feelings about him were true. &amp;nbsp;After that meeting I never saw him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-7123167360442385558?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3071760099117678933</id><published>2011-12-27T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:54:49.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know that I've every been so proud of something I've created before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots I took during the process of creation on this lovely, detailed owl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HIf2rdKFFYs/TvqPRHotOII/AAAAAAAAAG4/isVcB4lXLNk/IMAG0638.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HIf2rdKFFYs/TvqPRHotOII/AAAAAAAAAG4/isVcB4lXLNk/IMAG0638.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HIf2rdKFFYs/TvqPRHotOII/AAAAAAAAAG4/isVcB4lXLNk/s72-c/IMAG0638.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-4217748602098215033</id><published>2011-12-23T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:24:54.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New macro lens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My great friend surprised me with a macro lens for my phone tonight!&amp;#160; These are a few photos from dinner I took!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CsRWxPwOQmo/TvUn-FOx_6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Nl4-8A5aDwY/IMAG0665.png' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3067278300609260346</id><published>2011-10-14T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:21:28.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love is something we all need a little extra of</title><content type='html'>Today I was told by two of my girlfriends that I made them cry. &amp;nbsp;I didn't make them cry tears of sorrow but yet, they cried tears of happiness. &amp;nbsp;I didn't mean to make them cry, it wasn't my intention at all actually, I spoke from my heart. &amp;nbsp;I spoke truth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first friend just started a new blog, of course the first post was one of her introducing herself to her new online community, I commented at how wonderful of a person she is, things that I really think and feel for her. &amp;nbsp;Honest things, things she should have already known that I feel for her. &amp;nbsp;She didn't. &amp;nbsp;She cried when she read the positive words I wrote for her, the words that were from my heart. &amp;nbsp;It didn't seem like a big deal to me but to her it was emotional and huge and I love that I could do that for her, she totally deserves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other dear friend has decided to find herself, it's a great thing, something we should all focus on. &amp;nbsp;She's a great girl and an even better friend. She's constantly doing for others and doesn't take into account what a great person she is. &amp;nbsp;She's so critical on herself and she's decided to take a step in the opposite direction to start loving herself more. &amp;nbsp;I merely reiterated how great she is and that she should love the person she's become. &amp;nbsp;She cried, tears of joy, it made my heart super happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s1600/dandelion+give+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s400/dandelion+give+5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s1600/dandelion+give+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;We are our own worst critics, we live in a world where judgement is passed at the most fickle little things. &amp;nbsp;I'm here to make a stand, it's time to start loving yourselves, dammit. &amp;nbsp;We should know how fabulous we are but here's my challenge to you, give out five compliments a day, to your mom, a stranger, the clerk at your grocery store, your bank teller. &amp;nbsp;Give them that little boost that will brighten their day because trust me, it will brighten their day. &amp;nbsp;It will make them smile even after you walk away. &amp;nbsp;You'll be smiling too and let's face it, we all need to smile more!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s1600/dandelion+give+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s1600/dandelion+give+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the thing, using these kind words, words from the heart, isn't difficult at all. &amp;nbsp;It's things we all feel but don't say, do we just assume these feelings are known? &amp;nbsp;Don't assume any longer, tell the people close to you that you love them, give them kind words, words of encouragement. &amp;nbsp;Be kind and polite. &amp;nbsp;Last but not least, be optimistic about life and smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-3067278300609260346?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3067278300609260346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-is-something-we-all-need-little.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3067278300609260346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3067278300609260346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-is-something-we-all-need-little.html' title='love is something we all need a little extra of'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj2XjwpQ2a4/Tpjs-mV9cWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HohjTjlDZYk/s72-c/dandelion+give+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-2554145117034394620</id><published>2011-10-06T13:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:00:31.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Some words roll off the tip of your tongue like butter but some aren't so easy to say.  Here are a few that I have trouble with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewery - I don't even attempt this one anymore.  I've been laughed at enough for it.&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Rory - the name&lt;br /&gt;Waymond - mainly because I feel like Bugs Bunny when I say this one and quite frankly, I just don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lately I've noticed myself getting in a hurry and not speaking as clearly as I should.  What words get you tongue tied the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2TM25EU8VdY/To3svg3m1bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nd7LxGCE3Fk/1317924039965.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 228px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2TM25EU8VdY/To3svg3m1bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nd7LxGCE3Fk/s288/1317924039965.jpeg" 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/3630980017478270136-2554145117034394620?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2554145117034394620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/10/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2554145117034394620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2554145117034394620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2TM25EU8VdY/To3svg3m1bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nd7LxGCE3Fk/s72-c/1317924039965.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-7891440919471208137</id><published>2011-08-28T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:20:41.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Personal Reflection</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm diving into my school work for the first time this semester. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking an Interpersonal Relations and Professional&amp;nbsp;Development&amp;nbsp;class. &amp;nbsp;After completing this assignment I feel like there couldn't be a better time in my life for this class to come into my life. &amp;nbsp;I think this will really give me a higher understanding of myself and help me realize what I need to do to make myself happy. &amp;nbsp;Tonight's assignment asked us to dive into our past, present and future goals. &amp;nbsp;Here's an outline of what's expected and below that is my response. &amp;nbsp;Some of this goes deep, prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;a.&amp;nbsp;Occupation and School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;How far have I gone in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What is my major field of interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What jobs have I held?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What would be an ideal job for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What are my plans for future education and training?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. Social and Interpersonal&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What kind of people do I get along with best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What are my strengths and good points?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What are my weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do people like the most in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do people like the least in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What hobbies and interests do I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What have I done in the community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. Goals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Beliefs, Values, and Attitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-top: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;What do I believe in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;What do I value?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0.4em;"&gt;What are my goals for the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6e6b5e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I started school in 2003, directly after graduating from highschool. &amp;nbsp;I was Editor-in-Chief of my high school's yearbook and wanted to stick with with the same elements for my career. &amp;nbsp;I started Gainesville State College and majored in Journalism, I stuck it out for two semesters before deciding that I wanted to go in a different direction, a direction that allowed me to express my inner artist, something that would allow me to put my thoughts onto paper, visually. &amp;nbsp;By Fall of 2004 I was enrolled in Lanier Technical college with their Printing and Graphics department. &amp;nbsp;After attending on and off for a couple of years, I decided to stop and give school a rest and concentrate on my personal life. &amp;nbsp;Now, a little more than five years later, I've decided to come back to school to further my education and higher understanding in the field that is Graphic Design. &amp;nbsp;I have held a few jobs over the course of the past six years, ranging from restaurant work to banking, none of which correlate to the graphic design field and I'm ready to further myself beyond where I currently am. &amp;nbsp;I am seeking a job that allows me to explore creative aspects of life, while at the same time helping customers and making them happy. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping to be completely finished with my degree by Spring of 2013.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;In the professional field, I try to get along with most everyone. &amp;nbsp;My philosophy is that you never know what favors you'll need or who you'll need them from. &amp;nbsp;I have many strengths in customer service, I currently hold the highest customer satisfaction ratings with my employer. &amp;nbsp;I strive to please people i work with so I hold myself to a high regard. &amp;nbsp;With that said, it's really difficult for me to continue to respect someone if they don't respect me in return. &amp;nbsp;I have an extremely upbeat personality and will go out of my way to please but I can also have a dry sense of humor and don't care to put up with people treating me rudely, which can be looked at as a huge downfall. &amp;nbsp;I thoroughly enjoy finding the beauty in life, whether it be the first bloomed flower of spring or hearing a great song on the radio, I consider myself a dreamer, in the utmost sense of the word. &amp;nbsp;I love drawing, painting and creating anything I can get my hands on. &amp;nbsp;I did a lot of community service when I was in high school, worked with the Dawson County Senior Center, Forsyth County Humane Society and have done some work for The Place in Forsyth County. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Religiously, I don't know what I believe in, to be quite honest. &amp;nbsp;I don't like this answer and know it's something I need to seek a deeper understanding from inside myself. &amp;nbsp;In life, I believe that we should treat people the way that we want to be treated. &amp;nbsp;Live life, try not to let it pass by without enjoying the small things around you. &amp;nbsp;Find what makes you happy and encompass yourself with those things. &amp;nbsp;Dream, breathe and live. &amp;nbsp;I value great food, great relationships and nights filled with great sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;My goals for the future include having a successful company within five years. &amp;nbsp;I aim to start a small graphic design business on the side of my current job and work my way up by impressing clients. &amp;nbsp;I hope to be able to incorporate my graphic design into a small art boutique. &amp;nbsp;Filled with paintings, drawings, prints and pottery. &amp;nbsp;I have high hopes and I will one day be able to accomplish these dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6e6b5e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"&gt;This is an online class that I'm taking. &amp;nbsp;I think that if I were in class, face to face with my teacher and not able to listen to some music that gets my mind flowing, that I wouldn't be able to really dive into these feelings like I did above. &amp;nbsp;My professor might think I'm bonkers but I am what I am and this is me, put onto paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-7891440919471208137?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7891440919471208137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/personal-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7891440919471208137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7891440919471208137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/personal-reflection.html' title='A Personal Reflection'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-6703314778513034465</id><published>2011-08-25T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:24:49.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way down deep inside</title><content type='html'>I like to think there is something out there that happens beyond life.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere that our souls go after our bodies have perished away.&amp;nbsp; Where they have little meetings and do precious things.&amp;nbsp; The idea of my soul getting together with other souls makes me content, way down deep, on the inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that when I sleep, something similar happens too.&amp;nbsp; I think about my soul leaving my body and going to have tea with other souls it's encountered along the way.&amp;nbsp; This just made me realize that I need to name my soul.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my soul goes to Europe while my eyes are closed, running along the mountain side in the Austrian Alps like Julie Andrews did in The Sound of Music, eating fresh pasta and bread in Italy while sipping on a large glass of red wine, exploring the Louvre with my best soul friends.&amp;nbsp; My soul is free, who says it can't accomplish all of these things in the matter of a 7 hour time frame?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts absolutely fascinate me, makes me want to live, with my heart, like feel everything around me in excess, without limits.&amp;nbsp; I want to sit in the middle of a grassy field, in the middle of the day and not worry about snakes, just sit there and take it all in, singing songs and smiling about everything and nothing at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my soul and I are going to embark on these new adventures.&amp;nbsp; We're going to do it soon and live life how it's supposed to be lived. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-6703314778513034465?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6703314778513034465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-down-deep-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6703314778513034465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6703314778513034465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-down-deep-inside.html' title='Way down deep inside'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3266988940814916384</id><published>2011-08-13T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:00:37.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scared of Sharks'/><title type='text'>Taser fish</title><content type='html'>I was just at the beach with Daxton, we had jumped off a pier and were playing around in the water when suddenly someone yells, "SHARK SHARK". &amp;nbsp;I started panicking and trying to get Daxton out of the water, something started touching my leg, not only startled me but it hurt...like bad. &amp;nbsp;Someone ran over and grabbed Daxton out of my arms after they heard me yelling for help. &amp;nbsp;I was finally able to get out of the water myself and saw that I had three incredible marks on my leg, four dots in a straight row. &amp;nbsp;Someone informed me that I'd been tasered by a taser fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you picking up what I'm throwing down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. &amp;nbsp;I'm still trembling at the thought of being trapped in the ocean with my son, scariest feeling in the world. &amp;nbsp;It was like the ocean becomes a giant suction cup whenever you're panicked and trying to get out. &amp;nbsp;Dang dreams. &amp;nbsp;Dang Sharks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-3266988940814916384?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3266988940814916384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/taser-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3266988940814916384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3266988940814916384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/taser-fish.html' title='Taser fish'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-4732644264185358962</id><published>2011-08-10T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:25:58.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A list of things you may or may not know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a winker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When finishing a bag of chips, I like to &lt;i&gt;drink&lt;/i&gt; the crumbs. &amp;#160;Yeah, I just said that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am terrified of failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like closed doors, literally and figuratively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a grammar nazi that over uses commas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I prefer lowercase over capital letters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a condiment enthusiast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am stubborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me + Popcorn = Perfect duo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-4732644264185358962?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4732644264185358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/list-of-things-you-may-or-may-not-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4732644264185358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4732644264185358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/list-of-things-you-may-or-may-not-know.html' title='A list of things you may or may not know about me'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3628434267358379752</id><published>2011-08-10T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:21:48.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Buck Chuch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick Blick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini canvas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Shaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini easel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blick Art Materials'/><title type='text'>A trip that made my heart sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Today I went on a trip to Trader Joe's with some of my dearest friends, we then took a trip to Blick Art Supply, stocking up on some much needed wine, food and art supplies! &amp;nbsp;Who could dare ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;The thing I love about Trader Joe's is that they have a fantastic selection without the bull crap that you normally find in most grocery stores. &amp;nbsp;Instead of having 85 different brands of corn, there's only one. &amp;nbsp;They do one of everything they have in their store because it's the 'one' they deem best for their brand. &amp;nbsp;I got a couple of new things, I picked up a pack of their pot stickers and some whole wheat Cous Cous. &amp;nbsp;I've never made Cous Cous before so it'll be a new adventure for me, one which I'm excited to embark on! &amp;nbsp;I also picked up some cereal bars for my little one, I've heard great things about those from friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/trader-joes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.arlnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/trader-joes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/trader-joes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Then who can forget about the amazing &lt;i&gt;Two Buck Chuck&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Shaw? &amp;nbsp;It's what put Trader Joe's on the map for me and is the main reason my girlfriends and I took a trip down today. &amp;nbsp;I got 5 bottles and they both got a case each, we just couldn't pass up the deals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://philadelphia.cities2night.com/public/place_images/place_16519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://philadelphia.cities2night.com/public/place_images/place_16519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://philadelphia.cities2night.com/public/place_images/place_16519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I never pass up a chance to go to Blick, it's a place that lets my imagination soar and gives my heart flutters, the good kind. &amp;nbsp;I imagine all of the beautiful things I could make with all of those different mediums. &amp;nbsp;My oh my at how happy I get while in there. &amp;nbsp;I got a few new ideas today and will be going with them sometime soon. &amp;nbsp;I found these miniature canvases that are probably the cutest things I've ever seen. &amp;nbsp;They're 2x2 and will be perfect for making gifts for Christmas! &amp;nbsp;You can also get a mini easel for them, fantastic!! &amp;nbsp;See, my mind is going wild! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I had a great day with my friends and my little one, blogs to come on Cous Cous and miniature canvas paintings!&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/3630980017478270136-3628434267358379752?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3628434267358379752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/trip-that-makes-my-heart-sing_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3628434267358379752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3628434267358379752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/08/trip-that-makes-my-heart-sing_10.html' title='A trip that made my heart sing'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3601489204096890594</id><published>2011-07-26T21:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:46:45.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billboard charts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot hits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundcloud'/><title type='text'>Musical Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;I ran across this tonight and I'm so happy I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Listen to it, love it and be happy with it.&amp;nbsp; The memories this will bring up will be exhilarating and maybe even sad times...but good sad times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Check it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_582689659" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/anthonydc/5-seconds-of-every-1-billboard?utm_source=Facebook&amp;amp;utm_medium=link&amp;amp;utm_campaign=SocialMedia" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;5 Seconds of Every #1 Billboard from '93-'11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_32073032"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_32073033"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-3601489204096890594?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3601489204096890594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/musical-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3601489204096890594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/3601489204096890594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/musical-memories.html' title='Musical Memories...'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-8307988143012930703</id><published>2011-07-26T14:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:29:29.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orville Redenbacher&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popcorn'/><title type='text'>Popcorn, it's an obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z8QKhLnVZy8/Ti8MZuD2oTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wW-pI43xu6Q/1311706203838.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z8QKhLnVZy8/Ti8MZuD2oTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wW-pI43xu6Q/s288/1311706203838.jpeg" style="display: block; height: 288px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 173px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone that truly knows me, knows about my wicked popcorn obsession.&amp;nbsp; I really really like popcorn, like it's going out of style.&amp;nbsp; Today I was faced with something new, that I've never gotten to try before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this pop up bowl for the first time today and I'm impressed.  The design is really well thought out and it's awfully convenient, when you're done just toss it all in the trash! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a miscalculation on my part but there were about thirty kernels left in the bottom of the bowl and that's my only complaint.   Otherwise, this is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kS-gnHjwOfs/Ti8MfignRhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vPNvkwQkeMg/1311706228753.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kS-gnHjwOfs/Ti8MfignRhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vPNvkwQkeMg/s288/1311706228753.jpeg" style="display: block; height: 173px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3630980017478270136-8307988143012930703?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/8307988143012930703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/popcorn-it-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/8307988143012930703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/8307988143012930703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/popcorn-it-obsession.html' title='Popcorn, it&amp;#39;s an obsession'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z8QKhLnVZy8/Ti8MZuD2oTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wW-pI43xu6Q/s72-c/1311706203838.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-2885083337102989689</id><published>2011-07-24T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:57:37.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='georgia peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to make eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house sitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog sitting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;This weekend I've had the pleasure of watching my sister's dogs  while she's living it up at the beach...that's really fair, huh?&amp;nbsp; The  dogs are a bit hyper but Daxton and I are surviving.&amp;nbsp; There's Lola(the veteran), Banjo(the red headed step child) and Bella(the newbie).&amp;nbsp; We've been at her  house all weekend and it's been a nice get away.&amp;nbsp; We've eaten waaayy too  much and sat around doing absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; It's good to do this  from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;This  morning I made breakfast and it was so yummy!&amp;nbsp; We had eggs, toast, a  white peach and some apple!&amp;nbsp; I cook my eggs in an unconventional way, in  the microwave(gasp I know) and they're so good.&amp;nbsp; I put a dash of salt,  pepper and garlic powder in them before cooking on high in 30 second  increments, scrambling in between.&amp;nbsp; They turn out sooo good, I &lt;b&gt;dare&lt;/b&gt; you to try it!&amp;nbsp; You totally just got dared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I went to the store on Friday night and had the choice of  choosing a White Peaches or Yellow Peaches, I never knew there was a  difference between the two so I chose on firmness, I'm a firm fruit  eater, the white peach won so naturally, I had it for breakfast this  morning and I was kind of disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I remember peaches being really  sweet and this one lacked in that department so next time I'll be  getting the Yellow Peach, I'm sure that was the difference. *note to  self*&amp;nbsp; My conclusion is that White Peaches come from California, or  somewhere of the sort, and the Yellow Peaches are from Georgia!&amp;nbsp; There's  nothing comparable to our sweet Georgia Peaches!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;My sister will be coming home later today and I'm glad but I've enjoyed  this weekend away from my normal routine, like I said, it's good to get  away sometimes, even if it's not too far away.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-2885083337102989689?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2885083337102989689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-ive-had-pleasure-of-watching-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2885083337102989689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2885083337102989689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-ive-had-pleasure-of-watching-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-8199928868943838435</id><published>2011-07-21T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:49:44.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo decisions'/><title type='text'>I've got the itch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I'm itching for a new tattoo and settled on getting a dinosaur, something my little sis and I have been debating on for a while.  After tirelessly searching and not finding anything we liked, I asked a girlfriend if she would draw me a dinosaur.  After retooling her why, she asks, "why are you getting a tattoo of a dinosaur"?   After thinking about 2.5 seconds about it, I realized that I didn't know why I wanted a dinosaur, other than having the alter-ego of Heathersaurus Rex.  It snapped me into the quickest reality check of my life.  I immediately changed my mind and then realized that this is a deeper seed that needs to be tended to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tattoos is such the 'cool' thing to do and I think we're getting away from what tattoos originally symbolized.  Not that I'm one of those shrewd people that will judge you for getting something you like but I want to havs some sort of story behind mine.  I've been down the road of getting generic tattoos and I want that no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go with something that's close and dear to my heart and it's going to be fabulous!   It will probably be a while before I'm able to get it but I've talked to my artist and he's working on a drawing for me.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be wrapped around music and I'll post a picture when I get something drawn up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-8199928868943838435?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/8199928868943838435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-itch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/8199928868943838435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/8199928868943838435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-itch.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve got the itch...'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-3893552705638422282</id><published>2011-07-17T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:52:09.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit smoking'/><title type='text'>sometimes being a quitter is a good thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'm putting this out for all to see, so I can be held responsible for this big decision and so that my friends can check up on me from time to time to see how I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I've been saying that I'm going to for a while now but after purchasing my most recent pack of cigarettes, about a week and a half ago, I decided that it was going to be the last I bought. &amp;nbsp;After about half way though the pack, I told my mom about my plans to quit and she boasted about how proud of me she was, I quickly stopped her. &amp;nbsp;I don't feel like I deserve praise for this, because I shouldn't be doing it in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to my health and my sanity. &amp;nbsp;Here's to both you and I, and making this world a bit less stinky. &amp;nbsp;Here's to my son and the everlasting joy and frustration that he brings to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I saw a few people smoking in their vehicles today, while driving around, and I immediately wanted one. &amp;nbsp;I know that when I smell smoke on someone tomorrow it'll repulse me but I'll still want one, hell I want one right now just thinking about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Today is day 1, no smoking. &amp;nbsp;It started hitting me towards the end of the day but I pushed through it and now I'm laying in bed, so proud of myself. &amp;nbsp;Looking forward to tomorrow and what it'll bring...without the smokes! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Wish me super luck because I'm definitely going to need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-3893552705638422282?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3893552705638422282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-being-quitter-is-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to teach my son to sleep on his side of the bed...yeah, he sleeps with me.&amp;nbsp; I tell him to go to his side of the bed and he goes!&amp;nbsp; I feel super successful...for about two minutes.&amp;nbsp; Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love a little being as much as I love him.&amp;nbsp; Dropping him off at daycare for the first time the other day really did something to me, it changed me.&amp;nbsp; For the better.&amp;nbsp; I feel a deeper and greater appreciation for my son.&amp;nbsp; It was there before but that day, but it's somehow it's been intensified since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I completed two assignments for school tonight, go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview for a new position at work today and immediately following the interview I realized that I don't want the job.&amp;nbsp; Also, that my manager is a douche, which is why I called him out in front of his boss, with class of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta always stay classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about school and even more excited about kicking this summer class' butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to save you from the rambling rampage of my inner thoughts this time...but watch out, there's always next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&amp;nbsp; I found this on StumbleUpon today and wanted to share!&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3 this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" 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href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/few-thoughts-to-clear-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6821595298633340537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6821595298633340537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/few-thoughts-to-clear-my-head.html' title='a few thoughts to clear my head'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-2059691182861310211</id><published>2011-07-05T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:37:24.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beat It</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning I go to school to register for class, which also starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bad dreams last night, my nerves are getting to me.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea why I'm so nervous about starting back, I've done this before and I kicked major butt!&amp;nbsp; I suppose I'm afraid of failure again, stopping when I only have a little left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can and will do this though, I'll overcome these fears and turn them into triumphs, I'm going to hear trumpets and harps playing in the distance, throw in a couple of bagpipes on the grassy knolls and we've got ourselves a true party.&amp;nbsp; Lets do this up right, Michael Jackson style.&amp;nbsp; Beat it...like an egg, make it pop like you just can't stop.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I should because not only did this just get weird but way beyond ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-2059691182861310211?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2059691182861310211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-beat-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2059691182861310211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/2059691182861310211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-beat-it.html' title='Just Beat It'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-4810907629179242642</id><published>2011-06-28T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:12:49.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I've decided to sign up for a dating site, a free one that's chunk full of fellas.  I just gave my number to a guy I've been talking to for about a week now on there, I'm nervous and excited and feel like a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I had Drunk Olympics on Saturday and I'm site in places I didn't know could get sore.  My throat muscles for instance, it's impressive at how sore they are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I broke my tail bone and it hurts too.  I'm doing myself a favor and inviting a donut into my life, her name is Susie and she's navy blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUI0PJj6Mnk/TglKjdAWhSI/AAAAAAAAACc/7ySqoLokD-Q/s1600/Mister+Rogers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUI0PJj6Mnk/TglKjdAWhSI/AAAAAAAAACc/7ySqoLokD-Q/s320/Mister+Rogers.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'm reading a fantastic little book called, The World According to Mister Rogers.&amp;nbsp; It's fantastic and makes me smile, really big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I'm currently listening to Secret Smile by Semisonic, fantastic little song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I got my canvas print of Daxton in yesterday and it's beautiful, I'll be posting pictures very soon and you'll love it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to this dating site- It's absolutely appalling to me at how many people openly smoke the reefer.&amp;nbsp; I have no problem with it, it's just not for me and I don't want it to be for my significant other either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;It's thundering outside, I'm tired, it's the perfect combination, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3630980017478270136-4810907629179242642?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4810907629179242642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-decided-to-sign-up-for-dating-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4810907629179242642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4810907629179242642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-decided-to-sign-up-for-dating-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pUI0PJj6Mnk/TglKjdAWhSI/AAAAAAAAACc/7ySqoLokD-Q/s72-c/Mister+Rogers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-6843445796775524096</id><published>2011-06-21T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:10:18.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random head clutter</title><content type='html'>I've had a few fellas on my mind lately, for no reason at all other than annoyance and loneliness is all I can figure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, an ex of mine from about 5 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We parted on horrible terms and haven't talked since, it's probably a good thing due to our extremely tumultuous relationship.&amp;nbsp; We were two completely different people, trying to live in the same world...rather, I was trying to live in his world.&amp;nbsp; He was the musician, playing in different bands, had band practice at the house, shows every week.&amp;nbsp; We had fun at first but things started going way south, way fast when I found out about some lies he'd told me.&amp;nbsp; Enter, trust issues, arguments, constant unhappiness.&amp;nbsp; He broke my heart, didn't treat me right and said some really nasty things, things that I'm still scarred from to this day, but Greg wasn't necessarily a bad person, we really were just in two separate places in our lives and we weren't a good match for each other.&amp;nbsp; I think about him though and more so as of late, wondering how he's doing.&amp;nbsp; It'd be really easy to send him a message on the wonderful world of Facebook but in a sense, it'd wound my pride and take me back to that dark place I lived in for so long.&amp;nbsp; So do I release these thoughts and feelings I've been having lately or keep them bottled up for a rainy day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, the sperm donor of my child, who he's never met and I'm only kind of ok with that.&amp;nbsp; He was the mountain guy, lived in the mountains, did river tours during the summer, rented a nice cabin in a beautiful valley in the heart of Dahlonega with a river running right beside it, there was even a water wheel.&amp;nbsp; For a while I thought this was the guy, even after only knowing him for a short period of time. We were making plans left and right, he even took me to see a meteor shower one night...it wound up going south and I was dropped back off at my car a bit after I met him.&amp;nbsp; That's when things started changing with Kevin.&amp;nbsp; He'd come around occasionally, call here and there, make plans and then blow me off.&amp;nbsp; I haven't a clue as to why I put up with this abuse other than I really really wanted to get to know him.&amp;nbsp; He always seemed troubled about something and I always wanted = to crack through his shell, try to understand him but he'd never budge.&amp;nbsp; I haven't heard from him in close to a year, don't know if I ever will again.I keep dreaming about him but in my dreams he's still the same douche as always, standing me up, leaving me hanging.&amp;nbsp; I think that's really saying something, it's actually screaming but what does it mean, why does my dream weaver taunt me like this, there has to be some sort of explanation, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had Robert on my mind a lot lately.&amp;nbsp; Robert is an artist, we went to high school together, although never friends, then met back up in college, in a graphic design class.&amp;nbsp; We've had an on again off again friendship for about 6 years now.&amp;nbsp; He's that friend that has a huge crush on me, I've tried to go down that road in my head a few times, with the added pressure from my family, but it just never seems to work out, in my head that is.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes find him attractive but most of the time I don't.&amp;nbsp; He's goofy and immature at times, which guy isn't, but I think part of it is due to him being nervous around me.&amp;nbsp; I can be open and honest with him, completely be free and he accepts me for who I am, he gets that artistic and passionate side of me, which most have trouble understanding.&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to wonder if he's my guy but opening myself up to these thoughts makes me feel like I'm settling and I'm not a settler, I've left that task to my compadres that sailed the ocean blue on the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria back in 1492.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/105/0/f/lonely_heart_by_NiePytajONic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/105/0/f/lonely_heart_by_NiePytajONic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=lonely%20heart&amp;amp;order=9&amp;amp;offset=24#/d2nqktc"&gt;~NiePytajONic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely, looking for love in all of the wrong places.&amp;nbsp; I know I've got plenty of time and that I need to be patient but I'm growing less and less patient.&amp;nbsp; My heart yearns for passion and I'm in search of a new outlets to let it soar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-6843445796775524096?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6843445796775524096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-head-clutter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6843445796775524096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6843445796775524096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-head-clutter.html' title='Random head clutter'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-7011839733252969476</id><published>2011-06-15T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:49:13.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I seek approval from everything and everyone around me, constantly and it's pretty much a destructive relationship.&amp;nbsp; I ramble on about anything and everything just so I have something to talk about to my co-workers, I give away entirely way too many secrets and let them in on my deepest thoughts, sometimes they call me weird, then I start to question myself and why I told them these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not just my co-workers, like I already said, I want approval from absolutely everyone.&amp;nbsp; More importantly than anyone else though, I seek approval from my mom.&amp;nbsp; I want so badly for her tot not only love me but to &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; me and who I've become, a beautiful, loving person that has more passion than anyone else that she's ever met.&amp;nbsp; I am odd, witty, and set in my ways.&amp;nbsp; So is she and because of that, we clash on so many levels, every level actually and when we have our disagreements, which happens any time we spend more than five minutes together, it absolutely breaks my heart.&amp;nbsp; As passionate of a person that I am, I'm not as passionate about anything on this earth than I am about my mother's approval for me and my canny ways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Because even though she drives me absolutely crazy most of the time, I love her unconditionally and will love her until the bitter end.&amp;nbsp; &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/3630980017478270136-7011839733252969476?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7011839733252969476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7011839733252969476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7011839733252969476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-7920436539057300836</id><published>2011-06-15T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:35:52.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time to enjoy what makes us happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Days come and go so fast.  Do we truly embrace them as we should?   I feel like we live in such a fast paced world and there's not enough time to enjoy and embrace what's around us.  That's exactly the problem.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We need to take time, make it even, to take a moment to enjoy the roses. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I need to make it a point to start drawing again, it allows me release.  I've been wanting to do a drink and draw party for a while now, where I have a lot of my friends together, they bring their beverage(s) of choice and I provide canvas, paper, pens, pencils, paint and brushes.   Basically anything that's needed to make their ideas come to life!    The only catch is that I get to keep the art when finished!   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm so excited to bring this idea to life and have beautiful, original art for my apartment!   I need some monies to purchase more supplies but I'm planning in making this happen before the summer is over! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Would you attend a drink and draw shindig, our host something like this of your own? &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/3630980017478270136-7920436539057300836?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7920436539057300836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-time-to-enjoy-what-makes-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7920436539057300836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/7920436539057300836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-time-to-enjoy-what-makes-us.html' title='Taking time to enjoy what makes us happy.'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-5458020322003831841</id><published>2011-06-08T21:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:22:11.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Nuggett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5813246045_4f8e13629b_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5813246045_4f8e13629b_z.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everytime I see you, I fall a little more in love.&amp;nbsp; I love you to the moon and beyond, to an unknown distance called eternity.&amp;nbsp; You're absolutely my everything and this captures your innocence and charisma like no other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-5458020322003831841?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/5458020322003831841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/numero-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/5458020322003831841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/5458020322003831841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/numero-dos.html' title='My Little Nuggett'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5813246045_4f8e13629b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-1505142467847598655</id><published>2011-06-07T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:55:47.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy Blue</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted a canvas portrait of my son to hang in my little apartment.&amp;nbsp; I like the look of the canvas prints, like that they can hang without a frame yet still look finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so indecisive on which picture to choose to I'm going to do a multi-day blog!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/5797403764_52f51d3ac2_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/5797403764_52f51d3ac2_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19 month old Daxton with his beautiful piercing blue eyes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my great friends &lt;a href="http://secretagentmama.com/blog/2011/06/06/monochromatic-wall-of-lane/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SecretAgentMama+%28SECRET+AGENT+MAMA%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher"&gt;Mishelle Lane&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a contest and I'm hoping that I get really lucky and win!!&amp;nbsp; Easy Canvas Prints is allowing one person to win a beautiful 8x10 canvas print!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-1505142467847598655?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/1505142467847598655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-boy-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/1505142467847598655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/1505142467847598655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-boy-blue.html' title='Little Boy Blue'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/5797403764_52f51d3ac2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-5155774796027087748</id><published>2011-06-04T13:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:18:07.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Questitons That Will Free Your Mind</title><content type='html'>These questions have no right or wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes asking the right questions is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which is worse, failing or never trying?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire.&amp;nbsp; They  all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your  friend.&amp;nbsp; The criticism is distasteful and unjustified.&amp;nbsp; What do you do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you break the law to save a loved one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What’s something you know you do differently than most people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What's holding you back?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you push the elevator button more than once?&amp;nbsp; Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are you, you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you most grateful for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has your greatest fear ever come true?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset?&amp;nbsp; Does it really matter now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your happiest childhood memory?&amp;nbsp; What makes it so special?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If not now, then when?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/06/01/the-art-of-being-naked/" title="The Art of Being Naked"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the difference between being alive and&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/04/13/how-to-live-life/" title="How To Live Life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; truly living?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is it time to stop calculating risk and rewards, and just go ahead and do what you know is right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you love?&amp;nbsp; Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 5 years from now, will you remember what you did yesterday?&amp;nbsp; What about the day before that?&amp;nbsp; Or the day before that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decisions are being made right now.&amp;nbsp; The question is:&amp;nbsp; Are you  making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Please share your thoughts in the comments section below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I did not write these questions and have no claim to them.&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/3630980017478270136-5155774796027087748?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/5155774796027087748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/50-questitons-that-will-free-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/5155774796027087748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/5155774796027087748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/06/50-questitons-that-will-free-your-mind.html' title='50 Questitons That Will Free Your Mind'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-6744063294450939467</id><published>2011-05-30T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:46:32.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Casserole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;One of my girlfriends, &lt;a href="http://secretagentmama.com/"&gt;Mishelle Lane&lt;/a&gt;, likes to cook and she cooks awesome food!&amp;nbsp; She posted a lovely recipe called &lt;a href="http://secretagentmama.com/blog/2010/12/09/happy-birthday-cowboy/"&gt;Cowboy Casserole&lt;/a&gt; in her blog once and it looked so yummy that I had to give it a try!&amp;nbsp; Unknown to me at the time, I only read half of the recipe and came up with my own rendition of what she shared.&amp;nbsp; That night I gave birth to what I call Redneck Casserole and now I'm sharing it with you!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;This recipe can pretty much have anything you want in it, I change it up regularly and this is what I had on hand tonight, it was so yummy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1s8VB3Hw-Y/TeMrlMYrwhI/AAAAAAAAACM/S7mW-z1lNvs/s1600/Redneck+Casserole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1s8VB3Hw-Y/TeMrlMYrwhI/AAAAAAAAACM/S7mW-z1lNvs/s320/Redneck+Casserole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I started with a few basic things for a casserole,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1 can Cream of Mushroom soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1 can water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1 cup rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1/2 large onions, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;chicken/ sausage/ beef (basically whatever I have leftover and need to get rid of, tonight it was chicken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1/4 cup salsa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1 tbl garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgZEUUwlv68/TeMrzNAL92I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p-1V8jmXiKk/s1600/Uncooked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgZEUUwlv68/TeMrzNAL92I/AAAAAAAAACQ/p-1V8jmXiKk/s320/Uncooked.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mix all of the above ingredients together and put into a well sprayed baking dish then sprinkle cheese on top.&amp;nbsp; I made two separate dishes, I added some Valencia hot sauce to one and left the other as was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Place in oven and let cook for 30-40 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfmDw6kijWA/TeMtJzj3BHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Tm6qGiGfsgQ/s1600/Finished.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfmDw6kijWA/TeMtJzj3BHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Tm6qGiGfsgQ/s320/Finished.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Make sure rice is completely cooked and if so, you're ready to eat your Redneck Casserole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;This has become a quick and easy meal for my home!&amp;nbsp; Let me know what you think and how you varied the recipe!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&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/3630980017478270136-6744063294450939467?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6744063294450939467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/redneck-casserole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6744063294450939467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/6744063294450939467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/redneck-casserole.html' title='Redneck Casserole'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1s8VB3Hw-Y/TeMrlMYrwhI/AAAAAAAAACM/S7mW-z1lNvs/s72-c/Redneck+Casserole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-1757378794244674729</id><published>2011-05-26T20:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:01:28.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saggy bottom baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm slightly obsessed with my son's cute little butt!   I happened to snap a picture while at the pool today!  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VqQtI-R3e0s/Td7p16FLkjI/AAAAAAAAACI/aztYjNLFA1E/1306454485943.png' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VqQtI-R3e0s/Td7p16FLkjI/AAAAAAAAACI/aztYjNLFA1E/d/1306454485943.png' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 600px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&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/3630980017478270136-1757378794244674729?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/1757378794244674729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/saggy-bottom-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/1757378794244674729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/1757378794244674729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/saggy-bottom-baby.html' title='Saggy bottom baby'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630980017478270136.post-4748116984445756167</id><published>2011-05-22T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:53:38.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>So I'm giving this blogging thing another try.&amp;nbsp; In my first attempt, my post magically got deleted.&amp;nbsp; I wondered if it was fate but some of my blogger friends encouraged me to carry onward and put myself out there for all to see, so here I am.&amp;nbsp; I'm here with open arms, hoping to be embraced into your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many other people, I sometimes find myself wondering what my self worth truly is, if I'm happy where I am and what it'll take to truly be happy.&amp;nbsp; I think about what I've done so far in my life and wonder even more where I'm headed.&amp;nbsp; Not so much as to where I'll be in five years but more along the lines of what I want to be doing in that time, big difference there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be home with my son everyday, doing artistic things.&amp;nbsp; Painting, drawing even planting beans into soil and waiting for them to sprout a little seedling!&amp;nbsp; I'm such an artistic person, constantly searching for my next project!&amp;nbsp; I constantly get ideas from all over!&amp;nbsp; I'm currently working on a magnet collection and trying to finish a purse I've been working on.&amp;nbsp; I have this amazing idea of making a button tree, on and old piece of thin, parched wood found in my grandparent's yard, to hang in my new apartment!&amp;nbsp; I haven't made it yet but this pretty picture is my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/20422762_zy66i4oL_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/20422762_zy66i4oL_c.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to start making all gifts by hand, whether for a baby shower, wedding or Christmas for the whole family.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing quite like having the satisfaction of giving a gift that's truly been thought out and given from the heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different forms of art, the possibilities are endless really.&amp;nbsp; As long as you have passion and are creating something, I believe that creation can be called art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you artistic in any sense of the word?&amp;nbsp; What do you like to do and what moves you to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3630980017478270136-4748116984445756167?l=heathersaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4748116984445756167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4748116984445756167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3630980017478270136/posts/default/4748116984445756167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersaurus.blogspot.com/2011/05/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Heathersaurus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894266508868430024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
