<?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-6621428608802350139</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:15:40.414-08:00</updated><category term='ISOfemme'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='Graceland'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='death'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Ladysmith Black Mombaza'/><category term='galveston flood'/><category term='new puppy Boots'/><category term='fall'/><category term='creative commons'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Tom Rush'/><category term='Logan Halloween'/><category term='clipart'/><category term='Bali'/><category term='dietijng'/><category term='trees'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='pumpkins'/><category term='Dell'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Paul Simon'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='anklosing spondylitis'/><category term='chronic pain'/><category term='turtles'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='clip art'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='coffee recipes'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='kids'/><category term='fairies'/><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5984303112397619341</id><published>2011-10-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:04:57.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chocolate Bits... Who are they kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Kellog's Special K Cereal commercials if I am craving chocolate at 9pm I am going to go to the cupboard and get a bowl of cereal with chocolate chunks in it and be happy.  Who the blazes are these people?&lt;br /&gt;If I am craving chocolate at ANY TIME you can bet your bippy I am NOT going to go and get a bowel of cereal no matter how "chocolatey" it is supposed to be.  I am going to get dressed, drive to the nearest Mac's and get a big, huge, chocolate BAR.  And I am going to eat the whole bar.  Probably I would buy extras so I wouldn't have do run out in the night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you folks who like chocolate...  would you be happy with chocolate bits in your cereal in place of your fave bar?   So far I haven't come across anyone who wouldn't prefer the bar.  Leave me a note and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yahoo Groups that Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went searching for a group to join..  well several actually.   I did join a few and after joining I found out that they were all spam and had been for months or even years in some cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These groups had DIED slow horrible deaths.  So, when the moderators/owners of these groups saw the writing on the wall, why on earth didn't they delete the groups so people who search for groups wouldn't waste their time on this garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching through pages and pages of groups, you finally find one you want to join and bang...  it's crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these groups die, why doesn't yahoo wipe them out so the names can be reused or so people don't get fooled into joining what looks like a live group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRR  I hate that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5984303112397619341?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5984303112397619341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2011/10/rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5984303112397619341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5984303112397619341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2011/10/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-8854473420040261132</id><published>2010-10-02T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T06:10:50.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it the truth!</title><content type='html'>I received this in my mailbox today. &amp;nbsp;Got a good laugh out of it. &amp;nbsp;At the rate of inflation and my meager savings this may be my only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/TKcvL3uVX1I/AAAAAAAAAns/TjWCAYtuG1M/s1600/maxine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/TKcvL3uVX1I/AAAAAAAAAns/TjWCAYtuG1M/s640/maxine.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-8854473420040261132?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8854473420040261132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/10/aint-it-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8854473420040261132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8854473420040261132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/10/aint-it-truth.html' title='Ain&apos;t it the truth!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/TKcvL3uVX1I/AAAAAAAAAns/TjWCAYtuG1M/s72-c/maxine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-4610085085789419772</id><published>2010-09-19T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T05:41:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at the keyboard again...</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no self-discipline and I will admit it freely. &amp;nbsp;Staying on a schedule, following a planned anything, doing the same simple thing daily etc, etc, all elude me. &amp;nbsp; Grandma said it was because I was a free spirit which is just a nice way of saying you have no self-discipline. &amp;nbsp;God Bless Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been months since I have managed to update my blogs and I have no excuse really. &amp;nbsp;I have been bored, so I really could have. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I know what part of my problem has been lately though... &amp;nbsp;I am an artist without a studio and no place to "create". &amp;nbsp;Art was a daily part of my life for years. &amp;nbsp;My oldest daughter and my two perfect grandchildren moved in with us in June. &amp;nbsp;She got the big room and we moved into my studio. &amp;nbsp;I packed everything up and stored it away. &amp;nbsp;I do believe I am going through and immense withdrawal. &amp;nbsp; And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my "stuff" back and I want my studio back and I want to make a mess and cut and glue and paint and do all the wonderful things I did before. &amp;nbsp;I miss my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm whining but at my advancing age (60 in January/11) &amp;nbsp;I don't do change well. &amp;nbsp; I didn't do change well when I was young. &amp;nbsp;I DON'T LIKE CHANGE AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've updated the blog, whined and now I will go and create a salad for the BBQ at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;No one likes change but babies in diapers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Barbara Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-4610085085789419772?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4610085085789419772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-at-keyboard-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4610085085789419772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4610085085789419772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-at-keyboard-again.html' title='Back at the keyboard again...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-4128102668858704957</id><published>2010-03-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:58:05.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, promises</title><content type='html'>I have often promised myself that I would get it all together and blog everyday.&amp;nbsp; And I break all the promises of course.&amp;nbsp; If I don't get a blog in, in the morning then it never gets done.&amp;nbsp; I'm so going to try to blog everyday again.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love email attachments from people.&amp;nbsp; They send all sorts of wonderful pictures and jokes, FYIs and other cool things.&amp;nbsp; Got some new pics this morning.&amp;nbsp; And a new joke.&amp;nbsp; Love it.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDU_60WYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mkLdCee6vJ4/s1600-h/babysitting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDU_60WYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mkLdCee6vJ4/s400/babysitting.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDfA2uBMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YvbcPSRWkgQ/s1600-h/lasagnacat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDfA2uBMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YvbcPSRWkgQ/s320/lasagnacat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDlk7XbxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/uq3ZRWlv5rA/s1600-h/blueballs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDlk7XbxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/uq3ZRWlv5rA/s640/blueballs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So just how cold was it in Florida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now the joke......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;div id="ecxyiv1548025059"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband  Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  store that sells new husbands has opened in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New  York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;,  where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance  is a description of how the store operates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You  may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the  products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any  item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you  cannot go back down except to exit the building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So,  a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign  on the door reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  1 - These men Have Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She  is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign  reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want  more.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So  she continues upward . The third floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good  Looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Wow,'  she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She  goes to the fourth f loor and the sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With  Housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Oh,  mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still,  she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework,  and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She  is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign  reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floor  6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.  This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you  for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scroll  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep  reading!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To  avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just  across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he  second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like  beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been  visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chance of a piece of bread falling buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Murphy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-4128102668858704957?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4128102668858704957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/03/promises-promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4128102668858704957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4128102668858704957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/03/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, promises'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S5vDU_60WYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mkLdCee6vJ4/s72-c/babysitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7489922052046159020</id><published>2010-01-25T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:57:22.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Just Gotta Have Fun...</title><content type='html'>I have come to the time in my life when I would rather have fun stuff than practical...&amp;nbsp; funky rather than classic... weird and wild rather than familiar and sedate.&amp;nbsp; Gee...&amp;nbsp; I must be getting old.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a teenager in this time and place I would have hot pink, white and black streaked hair and piercings and tattoos in all manner of places.&amp;nbsp; I would wear dog collars and bright funky clothes and high platform shoes and crazy socks.&amp;nbsp; ( well I do wear crazy socks now).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would want to be eccentric and strange and extroverted and have a whale of a good time.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to shock and annoy and amaze and just be a free spirit in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have kids, grandkids, a husband and am 59 years young so I have tried to retrain myself all these years.&amp;nbsp; Do I have to continue to do that?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun... even doing simple things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like email.&amp;nbsp; I want fun email.&amp;nbsp; Not the plain white backgrounds and the tiny little emoticons.&amp;nbsp; I want big animated things that annoy the people I send email to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I got Incredimail.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not only is it fun, fun, fun but it automatically picked up every email address I have and added them to the accounts list.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It checks them all at one time and it does it with Pizzazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have fun mail I have to look for other ways to have fun with my computer...&amp;nbsp; other than just online gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S12xRXIIbkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/gNr0vmVdzlA/s1600-h/half_naked_Men.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S12xRXIIbkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/gNr0vmVdzlA/s320/half_naked_Men.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a quote by Jim Cole:&amp;nbsp; “Love is all fun and games until someone loses an eye or gets pregnant”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7489922052046159020?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7489922052046159020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-just-gotta-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7489922052046159020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7489922052046159020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-just-gotta-have-fun.html' title='Ya Just Gotta Have Fun...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/S12xRXIIbkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/gNr0vmVdzlA/s72-c/half_naked_Men.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-1882107428749063007</id><published>2009-12-17T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:07:02.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New OS...  Windows 7</title><content type='html'>Just installed Windows 7 on my laptop.&amp;nbsp; I loved Vista and now I adore Windows 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There were a lot of unhappy people who had Vista but I have used it for over a year and had no problems at all.&amp;nbsp; All my programs worked on it and I had no hitches, glitches or crashes.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Windows 7 will be as easy.&amp;nbsp; Installation was a breeze and everything that was there works just fine so far.&amp;nbsp; It looks really cool.&amp;nbsp; Love the themes and the transparency.&amp;nbsp; It's neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-1882107428749063007?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1882107428749063007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-os-windows-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1882107428749063007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1882107428749063007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-os-windows-7.html' title='New OS...  Windows 7'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5961578084884091037</id><published>2009-12-13T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:34:48.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Are You Goin’   Jim Croce</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Which Way Are You Goin’ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way are you going,  which side will you be on&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand and watch while, all the seeds of hate are sown&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand with those who say, let his will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hand on the bible&lt;br /&gt;One hand on the gun&lt;br /&gt;One hand on the bible&lt;br /&gt;One hand on the gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way are you looking, is it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Do you say whats wrong for him, is not wrong for me&lt;br /&gt;You walk the streets, righteousness but you refuse to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love the baby&lt;br /&gt;Then you crucify the man&lt;br /&gt;You say you love the baby&lt;br /&gt;Then you crucify the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, things are changing, words once honored turned to lies&lt;br /&gt;People wondering, can you blame them&lt;br /&gt;Its to far to run, and to late to hide&lt;br /&gt;Now you turn your back on, all the things that you used to preach&lt;br /&gt;Now its let him live in freedom, if he lives like me&lt;br /&gt;Well you light has changed, confusion rains, what have you become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your olive branches turned to spears&lt;br /&gt;When your flowers turned to guns&lt;br /&gt;Your olive branches turned to spears&lt;br /&gt;When your flowers turned to guns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5961578084884091037?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5961578084884091037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/which-way-are-you-goin-jim-croce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5961578084884091037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5961578084884091037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/which-way-are-you-goin-jim-croce.html' title='Which Way Are You Goin’   Jim Croce'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-6843807678877780014</id><published>2009-12-10T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:40:09.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Kitty.</title><content type='html'>This is just the cutest thing.&amp;nbsp; CNN voted it cutest kitty ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2Ph_Cp9a50&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2Ph_Cp9a50&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-6843807678877780014?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6843807678877780014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6843807678877780014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6843807678877780014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-kitty.html' title='Surprise Kitty.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-6615499813284538175</id><published>2009-11-18T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:24:08.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is Where you Find It</title><content type='html'>I can see art and beauty in a lot of things but one thing I see everyday eluded my ideas about art... until now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4zZgdbI/AAAAAAAAAis/dhTricuABIY/s1600/TOILET2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4zZgdbI/AAAAAAAAAis/dhTricuABIY/s400/TOILET2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405584967086405042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4uyiEmI/AAAAAAAAAik/fHVTZDuUwW4/s1600/TOILET1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4uyiEmI/AAAAAAAAAik/fHVTZDuUwW4/s400/TOILET1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405584965849191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4elYnHI/AAAAAAAAAic/TatOi63mKIU/s1600/toilet-paper-loudreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4elYnHI/AAAAAAAAAic/TatOi63mKIU/s400/toilet-paper-loudreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405584961499077746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the link to the artist at: &lt;a href="http://www.juniorfritzjacquet.com/"&gt;Junior Fritz Jacquet    &lt;/a&gt;The site is in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowly toilet paper roll.  Can you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To look through the eyes of a child is to be amazed at everything all over again.&lt;/span&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/6621428608802350139-6615499813284538175?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6615499813284538175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-is-where-you-find-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6615499813284538175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6615499813284538175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-is-where-you-find-it.html' title='Art is Where you Find It'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR-4zZgdbI/AAAAAAAAAis/dhTricuABIY/s72-c/TOILET2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-4572207410748768569</id><published>2009-11-18T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:53:09.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A Laugh a Minute</title><content type='html'>EMail can be the most annoying invention, a practical way to keep in touch, a business tool or a laugh a minute.  I check my mail first thing in the morning and last thing at night.  Last night I got a good laugh and felt the need to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR6kAr-WNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0UyEUZiPH3o/s1600/missed_moment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR6kAr-WNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0UyEUZiPH3o/s400/missed_moment.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405580211829758162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't we all had days just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-4572207410748768569?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4572207410748768569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/laugh-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4572207410748768569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4572207410748768569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/laugh-minute.html' title='A Laugh a Minute'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SwR6kAr-WNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0UyEUZiPH3o/s72-c/missed_moment.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-3716394831509535429</id><published>2009-11-10T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:49:08.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Long time gone....</title><content type='html'>Well it has been quite awhile since I have written anything here.  Slap me.    Life gets in the way of things sometimes and you just have to go with the flow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some great new pics of the grandson.  He has been spending quite a bit of time at Grandma's and I just love it.  Grandchildren are just so so different from your own.  We want great things for our kids but you want ever so much more for your grand kids.  They are the best of the best and we want them to have every opportunity to excel in whatever they strive to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan is only two and a bit but he has a well developed sense of what he wants.  He also has strong opinions that he doesn't mind giving us at every opportunity.  The new granddaughter will be born somewhere after November 15th and before December 15th.  That was the best due date we could get.  LOL.  Her name is Madison Dawn and I am hoping that she will also have a head of red hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby girl (27) is also expecting and due in June.  Too early to tell what she is going to present us with but I can hardly wait and will gladly accept either or.   I just love this grandparent thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57h_0hrI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vT5zhfatpNM/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57h_0hrI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vT5zhfatpNM/s400/059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402624029141272242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Logan trying out Madison's saucer in his new costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57b7t4lI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8tZSMPQ66kI/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57b7t4lI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8tZSMPQ66kI/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402624027513446994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57EgKaYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6isA1uRrA64/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57EgKaYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6isA1uRrA64/s400/069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402624021223860610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Watching Treehouse and chillin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later.  For now I leave you with a quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Children seldom misquote.  In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6621428608802350139-3716394831509535429?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3716394831509535429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3716394831509535429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3716394831509535429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-gone.html' title='Long time gone....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Svn57h_0hrI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vT5zhfatpNM/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7410992483139186235</id><published>2009-09-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:48:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New job and a new apartment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2fTl_A6xI/AAAAAAAAAVc/05LdhSao7co/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2fTl_A6xI/AAAAAAAAAVc/05LdhSao7co/s400/church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381132288740354834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Received this picture in my email a few days ago.  Does give one pause for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are going into our 3rd week of training.  I have a really nice little bachelor apartment and I'm loving it.  Miss my grandson a lot and the MinPin of course.  I'm sharing the landlords cats and dog.  LOL.  They have 2 Siamese, a tiny Calico and one HUGE pitbull cross.  It is nice to have the critters visiting.  Keeps me from being too lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Cornwall so it is nice being here all week.  I head home on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2d86-ZAdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zw-Y18L_jBo/s1600-h/columbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2d86-ZAdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Zw-Y18L_jBo/s400/columbine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381130799726264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Columbine from my friends garden in Scotland.  They are gorgeous.  The following pics are from his garden as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2euvCsrGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LtCDyikWft8/s1600-h/peony+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2euvCsrGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LtCDyikWft8/s400/peony+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131655516564578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2euafVBgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ei352_J15Xg/s1600-h/misc+3+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2euafVBgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ei352_J15Xg/s400/misc+3+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131649999504898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2et3ut2bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aic--CnNVys/s1600-h/gdn+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2et3ut2bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aic--CnNVys/s400/gdn+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131640668805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I had beautiful gardens but since the arthritis set in a few years back I have had to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new quote for today is from &lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;Walt Whitman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.  ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7410992483139186235?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7410992483139186235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job-and-new-apartment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7410992483139186235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7410992483139186235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-job-and-new-apartment.html' title='A New job and a new apartment.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sq2fTl_A6xI/AAAAAAAAAVc/05LdhSao7co/s72-c/church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5680187302091359141</id><published>2009-08-25T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:27:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>I am not a big fan of reality TV shows.  I do like the music and dance ones usually but only the auditions because they are such a hoot.  The actual show parts get a bit boring.   X-Factor is the British equivalent of America's Got Talent and has our illustrious Simon Cowell on the panel of judges.     While browsing through TV Guide this morning they made a reference to Simon and I always read &lt;a href="http://tvguide.sympatico.msn.ca/TVNews/Articles/090824_cowell_best_audition_GD.htm"&gt;"Simon" news.&lt;/a&gt;    I checked out the X-Factor audition on YouTube and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for the performance by Danyl Johnson.  I would have embedded it but that function was disabled as per request.  So go take a listen  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uav9H407-lk"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;   You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was surfing through YouTube (don't you just love it) I came across Susan Boyle's performance and it just gave me shivers.  This woman is nothing short of fantastic.  You can listen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;HERE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand dancing is good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtwVfJqBfms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtwVfJqBfms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a little bit of a change up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfoAWZMGeVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfoAWZMGeVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we must have a wee touch of suspense in our morning as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_N5nbaYzXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_N5nbaYzXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have wasted time I must be off to do something a bit more constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6621428608802350139-5680187302091359141?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5680187302091359141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5680187302091359141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5680187302091359141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-3084548326983477321</id><published>2009-08-21T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:19:42.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clipart'/><title type='text'>Found a Job and faery clip art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6doW1vAYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZXII7dZrPrA/s1600-h/a_fairy_tale_dorothy_wheeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6doW1vAYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZXII7dZrPrA/s400/a_fairy_tale_dorothy_wheeler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372404722150867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally found a job.  Not an exciting job by a long shot but a job nonetheless.  Good old Star Tek in Cornwall.  Inbound call center for AT &amp;amp; T.  But that is okay.  I can sit, talk to people and get a pay check.  I'm definitely not going to try and commute during the winter though.  I will live in Cornwall and come home on my days off.  I do so much dog sitting that my husband is quite used to me not being at home anyway.   My biggest fear is that no one will let the dogs out or feed and water them properly.  Hopefully that won't be the case.   Anyway, I start training on Sept. 1st.  Good shift...  11 am to 7:30 pm.   That would be the perfect shift for me to work all the time.  It would be nice if we got a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some cute pics which I thought I would share will ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6drzgsEzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ae_q-qx9J5Q/s1600-h/an_elfin_seranade_rene_cloke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6drzgsEzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ae_q-qx9J5Q/s400/an_elfin_seranade_rene_cloke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372404781386830642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6dpgIr_jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sLCbCJGypDc/s1600-h/a_midsummer_night_margaret_tarrant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6dpgIr_jI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sLCbCJGypDc/s400/a_midsummer_night_margaret_tarrant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372404741826149938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6dpLqTBDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zRKQlbl-qVY/s1600-h/a_fantasy_the_fairy_ring_george_cruikshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6dpLqTBDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zRKQlbl-qVY/s400/a_fantasy_the_fairy_ring_george_cruikshank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372404736329974834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is from Will Rogers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.&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/6621428608802350139-3084548326983477321?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3084548326983477321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/found-job-and-faery-clip-art.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3084548326983477321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3084548326983477321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/found-job-and-faery-clip-art.html' title='Found a Job and faery clip art.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/So6doW1vAYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZXII7dZrPrA/s72-c/a_fairy_tale_dorothy_wheeler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-1588391505393852654</id><published>2009-08-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:05:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Muraine</title><content type='html'>Ever since I saw the Ikea Commercials with Robert Muraine I have been a big fan.   I did see him on So You Think You Can Dance as well.  If you have not seen this man dance then you really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlDfIGRIdmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlDfIGRIdmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-1588391505393852654?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1588391505393852654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/robert-muraine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1588391505393852654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1588391505393852654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/robert-muraine.html' title='Robert Muraine'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7508045591397495097</id><published>2009-08-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:32:40.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISOfemme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronic pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dietijng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anklosing spondylitis'/><title type='text'>Pain and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two things that I seem to be seeing a lot of these days.  Pain and rain.  About three weeks ago my back really started to act up and I was finding that I couldn't stand up as long as I used to do.  By 3 in the afternoon I was either in my bed or wheelchair.  Now it just hurts all the damn time whether I am standing up or not.  What a pain...  literally.   I have managed to lose some of the 65 pounds that I have to lose...  a whole 7 pounds.   I am using a product called ISOFemme.  You can find more info about it &lt;a href="http://www.isofemme.com/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;   I know that 7 pounds isn't a great deal but it has only been two weeks and I'm not killing myself over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this great book  "French Women Don't Get Fat".   It's not a diet book.  It is a great story, with recipes, about a young French girl who came to America as an exchange student.  When she went home she was considerably heavier.  It is her story of reaching her proper weight and how the mind set of Europeans, French in particular differs.  French women don't get fat and she tells you why they don't.  It's awesome and I would more than  recommend it to anyone, thin or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=onitai-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B000TZVPSW&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is from Luciano Pavarotti, one of the world's great voices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;b&gt;f&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rom his book "My Own Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=onitai-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0446301795&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7508045591397495097?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7508045591397495097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7508045591397495097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7508045591397495097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-and-rain.html' title='Pain and Rain'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5756133855876821774</id><published>2009-08-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:20:26.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnNT35dDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oZ2NBHPcLJw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnNT35dDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oZ2NBHPcLJw/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366293171870987314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above photo is my darling oldest daughter, Diesel the MinPin and Logan my ever so  precious grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again, damn.  It was just so peaceful and nice and quite and people free.  Home to the cats, dogs, fur, litter boxes, kids, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Grandson Pics.  He is just the most precious little guy.  I'm a truly dotting Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnN0ZeciI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DZx5XCYaCo4/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnN0ZeciI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DZx5XCYaCo4/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366293180601758242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan on the lounge with Diesel and Pumpkin the cat looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnOGRPTNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/z4C-p907Edo/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnOGRPTNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/z4C-p907Edo/s400/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366293185399049426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan climbing up the slide in his new pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The very best part of my life is the time I spend with Logan.  In December he is going to have to share his world with a new little sister.  I'm hoping the transition is easy for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is by Will Rogers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin' it back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6621428608802350139-5756133855876821774?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5756133855876821774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5756133855876821774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5756133855876821774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnjnNT35dDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oZ2NBHPcLJw/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-32339500119557382</id><published>2009-08-02T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:33:37.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladysmith Black Mombaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Simon'/><title type='text'>Rain, Paul Simon, Graceland and Ladysmith Black Mombaza...</title><content type='html'>and still it rains.   After two beautiful days the rain is back in buckets.  It has been a constant deluge since about 9 this morning.   For me, this is a good thing.  I abhor the heat and humidity and love the cool, rainy, breezy weather.  Even cold and snowy weather.  But heat..  no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a slow day and I haven't anything much to say at all I thought I would post one of my favourite songs.  It is from The African Concert in Zimbabwe in 1985.  From the Graceland Album by Paul Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnXJhfmMeyI/AAAAAAAAANg/R8If_Mus2Fc/s1600-h/paul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnXJhfmMeyI/AAAAAAAAANg/R8If_Mus2Fc/s400/paul1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365416108336380706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boy in the Bubble Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a slow day,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was beating&lt;br /&gt;On the soldiers by the side of the road,&lt;br /&gt;There was a bright light,&lt;br /&gt;A shattering of shop windows&lt;br /&gt;The bomb in the baby carriage&lt;br /&gt;Was wired to the radio,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;This is the long distance call,&lt;br /&gt;The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to us all,&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br /&gt;That's dying in a corner of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br /&gt;And don't cry baby don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dry wind,&lt;br /&gt;And it swept across the desert&lt;br /&gt;And it curled into the circle of birth,&lt;br /&gt;And the dead sand,&lt;br /&gt;Falling on the children&lt;br /&gt;The mothers and the fathers&lt;br /&gt;And the automatic earth,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;This is the long distance call,&lt;br /&gt;The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to us all o-yeah,&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br /&gt;That's dying in a corner of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br /&gt;And don't cry baby don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a turn-around jump shot&lt;br /&gt;It's everybody jump start&lt;br /&gt;It's, every generation throws a hero up the pop charts,&lt;br /&gt;Medicine is magical and magical is art think of&lt;br /&gt;The Boy in the Bubble&lt;br /&gt;And the baby with the baboon heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of lasers in the jungle,&lt;br /&gt;Lasers in the jungle somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Staccato signals of constant information,&lt;br /&gt;A loose affiliation of millionaires&lt;br /&gt;And billionaires and baby,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;This is the long distance call,&lt;br /&gt;The way the camera follows us in slo-mo&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to us all o-yeah,&lt;br /&gt;The way we look to a distant constellation&lt;br /&gt;That's dying in a corner of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder&lt;br /&gt;And don't cry baby don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooEmmmmmmmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of miracle and wonder.  Everyday something new and amazing is created or discovered.  This is also the long distance call....  someday we may be the distant planet dying in the corner of the sky...  dark and damaged by those who called it home for so long.   Nothing lasts forever if it is not taken care of and we, all of us, haven't done a very good job of looking after our own back yards let alone the world.    These are the days of miracle and wonder... make them last as long as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the video a hundred times, easy and love it every time.   I became a big fan of Ladysmith Black Mombaza and have several of their tapes as well.  Their music is very soothing and relaxing.  I think it is the tone of their voices.  Even when the songs and music are not slow the rich, deep, tones of their voices kind of lull you into a state of relaxation.  They're awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnXKfTkUGRI/AAAAAAAAANo/c8bhmTk5ol0/s1600-h/ladysmith-black-mambazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnXKfTkUGRI/AAAAAAAAANo/c8bhmTk5ol0/s400/ladysmith-black-mambazo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365417170259155218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave you with a piece from one of Paul Simon's songs, Homeless, sung by Paul and Ladysmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strong wind destroy our home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Many dead, tonight it could be you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Strong wind, strong wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Many dead, tonight it could be you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And we are homeless, homeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Homeless, homeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Homeless, homeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-32339500119557382?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/32339500119557382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-paul-simon-graceland-and-ladysmith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/32339500119557382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/32339500119557382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-paul-simon-graceland-and-ladysmith.html' title='Rain, Paul Simon, Graceland and Ladysmith Black Mombaza...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnXJhfmMeyI/AAAAAAAAANg/R8If_Mus2Fc/s72-c/paul1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-8774674753655030075</id><published>2009-08-01T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:54:26.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bali'/><title type='text'>August 1st...</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful day in rural Martintown.  It rained heavily last night.  I love the rain.  Each time I awoke the sound of the rain lulled my back to sleep in record time.  Today the weather was a bit humid but not terribly hot.  Lots of sun and a cool breeze.  Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a couple of photos that I thought I might share.  I really can't say where they came from as they were in emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnT8-YVMDHI/AAAAAAAAANY/9bYK8rKHru0/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnT8-YVMDHI/AAAAAAAAANY/9bYK8rKHru0/s320/bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191204718513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the most precious little critter?  Just look at that face and those soft, velvety cheeks.   Ya just want to hug it don't you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnT8-Pa-7II/AAAAAAAAANQ/lWPVGEf1TJE/s1600-h/purah_tanah_temple_bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnT8-Pa-7II/AAAAAAAAANQ/lWPVGEf1TJE/s320/purah_tanah_temple_bali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191202326899842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of the Purah Tanah Temple in Bali.  It certainly looks like a place I would want to visit and maybe stay at for an extended period of time.  I'm very fond of water and this looks awesome to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my Dell Studio 17 has lost it's sound for some reason.  It was there and then poof.  I hope it is a simple fix because I hate having to send it away to be fixed.  I am very lonesome without my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to retire to the boudoir and read for a bit.  Today I leave you with a quote from&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; P.J. O'Rourke:  "Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-8774674753655030075?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8774674753655030075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-1st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8774674753655030075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8774674753655030075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-1st.html' title='August 1st...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SnT8-YVMDHI/AAAAAAAAANY/9bYK8rKHru0/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-2015307225575239270</id><published>2009-07-31T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:06:30.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just visiting...</title><content type='html'>I am dog/cat/house/kid sitting for the long weekend.  I'm here in beeeeuuuutiful Martintown, Ontario.  The weather is good, so far it hasn't rained, shopping is close and I am free, free, free!!   Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I visited a friend in McQuaig's Corners and then headed on to Cornwall to get cat food at Wally World.  (Wal-Mart).  Man was it busy.  You would've thought that it was the day before Christmas.  Line ups, no parking, kids and parents in less than good humour.  Sheesh!   Needless to say I got my cat food and skeddadled out of there.  I did, however meet my neighbours from up Chesterville way while I was in there.  Folks you barely see at home you always seem to meet at either Mike Dean's or Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of today thinking about how badly I need a job of some sort so I can crawl out of debt.   Trouble is my back gives me so much trouble that I am a terribly unreliable type of employee.   By times I'm an unreliable volunteer.  I hate that too especially when other people are depending on me.  Over the past couple of years I have learned not to take on anything or make promises to go anywhere.  I never know what the day will bring until my feet have hit the floor.    After walking around today I am suffering greatly for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that working online would be awesome but how do you actually find those types of jobs?   I have searched and researched and come up empty most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow....  a couch and a pain killer are calling my name so I shall sign off for now and leave you with a quote from Mother Theresa:          &lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.&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/6621428608802350139-2015307225575239270?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2015307225575239270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-visiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2015307225575239270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2015307225575239270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-visiting.html' title='Just visiting...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7513069767360413533</id><published>2009-07-24T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:02:04.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new puppy Boots'/><title type='text'>New puppy...</title><content type='html'>Like an idiot I am now the proud Momma of a 4 month old Shih Tzu.  Cute as a button she is.  Soft and furry and squishy and all wagging tale and wet little tongue.   The MinPin, Diesel is adjusting.  Poor April just sighed and went to bed.  (April is the Jack Russell).  Like a proud Mom I have pictures.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SmpnNGOww6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/EzRo4Lm0RbM/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SmpnNGOww6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/EzRo4Lm0RbM/s320/boots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362211781046485922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have 3 dogs and 7 cats.  I must be crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7513069767360413533?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7513069767360413533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-puppy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7513069767360413533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7513069767360413533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-puppy.html' title='New puppy...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SmpnNGOww6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/EzRo4Lm0RbM/s72-c/boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-6605850561097605278</id><published>2009-07-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:59:39.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies and Racism everywhere....</title><content type='html'>First let me say that I am a HUGE fan of Barack Obama.  I have never followed a presidential campaign before in my life but from the first moment I heard Obama speak, I liked him.   I like his family too.  He is solid, sensible, logical and makes sense.  That's a first in any country's politics.   I also would like to point out that I don't, in general like men much.  Just about every bad thing that has ever happened in the world has been the result of a man or men or a political party composed of men or a religious movement run by men.   So, when I say I like Obama and support him that is a huge statement for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hate flies.  Other than as a forensic tool, flies serve no purpose other than to annoy.  When Obama caught and killed that stupid fly I was elated.  Now who'd a thought that killing a fly could cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controversy&lt;/span&gt;.  Give me a break.  Some people just have too much spare time on their hands and fill it up by causing little stinks all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my age I am also well aware of the racism that permeates all facets of our society.   If you look hard, actually you don't even have to look too hard, you will find it everywhere.  A little comment here, a little comment there, a look, a whispered word.  It's there everywhere.   Up here where I reside the Muslims/Hindus/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Afganistans&lt;/span&gt;/Pakistanis/ are on the receiving end usually.    Down in the good old US of A it seems that the black folks are still on the receiving end of it.   Although I guess it depends where you live who is on the receiving end of racial slurs and slings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama made a comment about an incident between a black and a white man.  Well this certainly gave fodder to the papers, politicians etc, etc.  From what I read about the incident, both men where a bit on the hot headed side and someone should have banged their heads together and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; "cut it out and play nice".   People lose their tempers.  It is a common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;.  We say things we don't mean and once their out there it is hard to take 'em back.  Like trying to put the toothpaste pack in the tube.   Perhaps Obama shouldn't have said anything but, he is human and I'm sure he's not the only one who had that same thought.   Lord knows I did.  And I'm white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought and question is this:   If the man on the porch had been white and policeman black would anyone have said anything???   Just a thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with a quote from my friend Murphy:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-6605850561097605278?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6605850561097605278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/flies-and-racism-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6605850561097605278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6605850561097605278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/07/flies-and-racism-everywhere.html' title='Flies and Racism everywhere....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5930767934619290323</id><published>2009-05-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:38:32.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a real keyboard</title><content type='html'>that doesn't have any pieces missing.   My son brought my old laptop home and now I have a keyboard.  Dell says I have to send in the new laptop to have the new keyboard installed so I will be without it for about 8 days.  Logan sure did a good job picking off all the keys.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the new dog:  changed the name to Diesel since he didn't know his own name anyway.  He is a very stubborn little guy and keeps on getting beaten up by the cats.  He has made friends with two of them...  sort of.    I'm afraid the lights are on but nobody's home.   May he will grow a few smarts as he gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there is interested in a zine swap, there is one going on at my group.  You can join in by clicking on the yahoo button on the right hand side.   The more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The greatest risk in life is life - it has 100% chance of causing death.” - Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5930767934619290323?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5930767934619290323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-real-keyboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5930767934619290323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5930767934619290323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-real-keyboard.html' title='Finally a real keyboard'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-2230309427235936900</id><published>2009-04-22T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:26:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewie</title><content type='html'>We have a new member of the family.  His name is Stewie and he is 1 1/2 years old.  Stewie is a miniature Pinscher and probably something else but we aren't sure.  He is a little darling.  The cats have no idea what he is but they are being pretty tolerant so far.  Here a few pics of Stewie in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_BiiAAknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OAfjMH-1sdA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_BiiAAknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OAfjMH-1sdA/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327689683189142130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_CMy2IxDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ip3x6SyI8fE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_CMy2IxDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ip3x6SyI8fE/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327690409265644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and April are not quite sure how close or friendly to get with Stewie.   Hopefully they will all become friends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_CpJ-TqYI/AAAAAAAAAME/Drdqp_67vg8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_CpJ-TqYI/AAAAAAAAAME/Drdqp_67vg8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327690896510265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is from Groucho Marx.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend; inside of a dog it's too dark to read."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-2230309427235936900?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2230309427235936900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/stewie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2230309427235936900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2230309427235936900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/stewie.html' title='Stewie'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Se_BiiAAknI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OAfjMH-1sdA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-3805605408157068639</id><published>2009-04-19T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:58:53.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>My precious grandson spent 15 minutes last week picking all the keys off of my laptop.  I am typing on that laptop with half the keys still missing, correcting many errors as I go.  I did order a new keyboard from Dell but it hasn't arrived yet.  So if there are errors, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new group on Yahoo for people who create, or want to create, zines (zeenes as in magazine).  I''m hoping it will be an active group with lots of great artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Seuqza7w6HI/AAAAAAAAALk/NDNcUUs2qNc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Seuqza7w6HI/AAAAAAAAALk/NDNcUUs2qNc/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326538784675784818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All those little furry things you see all over the key board are furry bits left behind by Murphy who has been helping me all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my darling grandson learned all about the joys of playdough.  He had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SeurotZ43SI/AAAAAAAAALs/JVWl2vRwNL4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SeurotZ43SI/AAAAAAAAALs/JVWl2vRwNL4/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539700167040290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a quote from a show I watched last week, or the week before.  It is from Southland.  I can't remember who said it.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; " The next time I decide I want to get married I'm just going to go out, find some girl I don't like, and buy her a house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-3805605408157068639?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3805605408157068639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3805605408157068639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3805605408157068639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Seuqza7w6HI/AAAAAAAAALk/NDNcUUs2qNc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-6339115731701366838</id><published>2009-03-23T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:05:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted the dining room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/ScfcqImbfnI/AAAAAAAAALU/ydGK4LAy_w4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/ScfcqImbfnI/AAAAAAAAALU/ydGK4LAy_w4/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316460501555445362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in a fit of something I got up and painted the dining room and put up a new border.  I have also been giving away a lot of stuff.     The china cabinet is one my husband bought me for an anniversary present about 20 years ago.  It was kind of old then.  They made stuff better in the old days.  The cabinet is solid wood, even the drawer bottoms are thick and good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the next item to go.  I'm putting it on our local free cycle list and needed a place to post the picture.  This is as good a place as any I guess.  &lt;grin&gt;  and easier than ftping it to one of my sites.  I will remove it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/grin&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/ScfdCLiwWUI/AAAAAAAAALc/9mYZxb-IzEU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/ScfdCLiwWUI/AAAAAAAAALc/9mYZxb-IzEU/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316460914662201666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/grin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-6339115731701366838?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6339115731701366838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/painted-dining-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6339115731701366838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6339115731701366838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/painted-dining-room.html' title='Painted the dining room'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/ScfcqImbfnI/AAAAAAAAALU/ydGK4LAy_w4/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-8350992572621371493</id><published>2009-03-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:56:57.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New bodies to Bead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6AV4rjetI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qBwEK9sYKNI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6AV4rjetI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qBwEK9sYKNI/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313825723824437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got the new bodies from Monica Magness &lt;a href="http://girlgonethreadwild.etsy.com/"&gt;girlgonethreadwild&lt;/a&gt;.   They are awesome as all of her work is.  She kindly included 3 faces for me.  I am always looking for dime sized polymer clay faces.  If any of my readers make these, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the red one to start first.  The materials are so wonderful that I am only going to use bead embroidery on most of them, leaving some of the fabric to show through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6AoTFCG_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/XlQErVinuhQ/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6AoTFCG_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/XlQErVinuhQ/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313826040148270066" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;My absolutely adorable grandson spent most of last week with us.  He is growing so fast and I hate being away because you miss so much, even in just ten days.  One of his favourite meals is spaghetti.  Just had to take a picture of course.    He went home on Friday and we really missed him over the weekend.  It will be two weekends before he comes to stay again.  I get to see him during the week though.  Grandkids are wonderful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6Bf5MXUbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tCMY3muM-io/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6Bf5MXUbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tCMY3muM-io/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313826995272372658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful son Serge was also down on Saturday with his significant other.  I got to cook a big meal and clean up after the meal.  LOL.  Aren't Mom's wonderful too!   Isn't he just the cutest guy in the world??  Of course I may be a touch prejudiced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6Cwa-c7DI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fiArdeK5OJU/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6Cwa-c7DI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fiArdeK5OJU/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828378730359858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoohoo...  I am off to do dishes and get ready to go and finally get my mop cut.  I hate having hair that requires work.  If I had a nice looking head I'd just go with a bean shave.  Unfortunately I have an ugly head and can't do that so I'll go with the short shaggy look.  Just wash, fluff and wear.   My kinda hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you today with a quote from Forrest Gump:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Mama always said, 'Life was like a box of chocolates; you                              never know what you're gonna get.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-8350992572621371493?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8350992572621371493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-bodies-to-bead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8350992572621371493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8350992572621371493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-bodies-to-bead.html' title='New bodies to Bead'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/Sb6AV4rjetI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qBwEK9sYKNI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5823794234069333161</id><published>2009-03-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:50:44.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I did it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I opened an Etsy Shop.  I put the three beaded art dolls up there for sale.  Putting the Sea Urchin up just about broke my heart but you can't keep everthing and I just got that bag of dolls from threadgirlgonewild so I have lots more to work on.  Please take a look at my shop if you get a chance.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://beadsnpaper.etsy.com/"&gt;http://beadsnpaper.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to dog sit yet again.  Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5823794234069333161?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5823794234069333161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5823794234069333161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5823794234069333161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-did-it.html' title='Well I did it...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5763297708575798046</id><published>2009-03-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:30:19.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>I'm home again.  For the past 11 days I have been dog sitting away from home.  The dogs were awesome.  So well trained and the chickens were just as cute as chickens.  LOL.  The dogs are used to being walked 5 times a day.  I am a computer potato that walks to the mail box once a day.  By the time I got home yesterday I was into walking.  Some days the dogs and I went out 7 times.  Rain, sleet, snow, wind, lots of wind, rain,  did I mention rain.   I lost 5 pounds just from walking because I sure as blazed wasn't dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to get groceries because my husband and daughter had pretty much eaten their way through the entire house.  There was nothing left to chew on but dog and cat food.  Spent $208.00 dollars and only bought one package of chicken.  We were out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the groceries I had to go and visit my adorable grandson and of course bring him home for the rest of the week.  I go dog sitting again on Friday for the March break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my package of doll bodies came.  Monica Magness at  &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=37606"&gt;Girl Gone Thread Wild &lt;/a&gt;makes the most wonderful dolls to bead on.  Visit visit her Etsy Shop and take a look at some of the awesome things she does.   Tomorrow I will post pictures of the bodies I got and the one I am going to start working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go and supervise the little dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I leave you with a quote by Will Rogers, " We can't all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5763297708575798046?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5763297708575798046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5763297708575798046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5763297708575798046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-474273359239569318</id><published>2009-02-19T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:12:06.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZ1lACediPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9YrTXJDYnrM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZ1lACediPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9YrTXJDYnrM/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304506987451353330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I embellished Autumn last night. I think he looks much better and is ready to be sold. I'm having trouble deciding on auctions at ebay or just in my Etsy Shop. Decisions, Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZ1mA2hT7lI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pBIO2gdHHjA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZ1mA2hT7lI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pBIO2gdHHjA/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304508100933578322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks very nice now.  Everytime I held him I thought he was missing something and I was right.  Now he is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time on an older blog I had I used to add the odd recipe that I really liked.  Here is a tried and true banana bread in two versions sort of.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canadian Nut Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups sour milk&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups whole wheat or graham flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix all well and place in well greased and floured loaf pan(s) and bake 350F until tested done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTES:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now when I made this I didn't have any sour milk so I used regular milk and I used peanuts instead of walnuts and added a 1/2 cup of raisins and a generous pinch of both ginger and cinnamon.  It was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quote for today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know that just to be alive is a grand thing."--Agatha Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-474273359239569318?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/474273359239569318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/474273359239569318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/474273359239569318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-more.html' title='A Little More'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZ1lACediPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9YrTXJDYnrM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-1429356274933784535</id><published>2009-02-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:58:52.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZxk0lyBXbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yfXRuxo_6Ks/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZxk0lyBXbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yfXRuxo_6Ks/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304225315793493426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day and a new doll.  Started a red doll last night.  She was supposed to be a Valentine's project but I got side tracked.  I'm hoping to do some St. Paddy's green Ug Bugs and I'll start ahead of time.    I haven't decided on a face for this one yet.  Usually I start beading and then something will strike me.  Her personality hasn't spoken to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to put some finishing touches on Autumn.  He really needs embellishment.  His picture is near the bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold day in Chesterville.  The wind is raw and biting and it is rather overcast.  A couple of weeks ago I woke up to the most beautiful frost over everything.   This is a picture of the Spirea bush beside the front porch.   It was awesome and twinkled like it was loaded with diamonds in the morning sun.   Unfortunately it didn't last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZxm49liylI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qa8O-t5iqa8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZxm49liylI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qa8O-t5iqa8/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227589926341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a verse from one of my favorite songs.  A Pirate Looks at Forty by Jimmy Buffett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css" media="all"&gt; @import "images/style.css"; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found&lt;br /&gt;      My occupational hazard being, my occupation's&lt;br /&gt;      just not around.&lt;br /&gt;      I feel like I've drowned,&lt;br /&gt;      Gonna head uptown.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is one of my problems.  My occupation is just not around either. &lt;grin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-1429356274933784535?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1429356274933784535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1429356274933784535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1429356274933784535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZxk0lyBXbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yfXRuxo_6Ks/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-3234607022568620143</id><published>2009-02-18T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:37:36.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished at Last!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwJDTWC97I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tqdXEUjTsaQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwJDTWC97I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tqdXEUjTsaQ/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304124413472602034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Gretchen the Sea Urchin is done.   I spent two hours last night finishing the beading and another two putting embellishments on her.  She turned out beautifully and these photos do not do her justice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwKMLBilFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Mib1_rdeglc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwKMLBilFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Mib1_rdeglc/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304125665369560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwKtQ23ZFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n7l6oBnO_cQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwKtQ23ZFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n7l6oBnO_cQ/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304126233871082578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen ended up being quite  heavy for a little girl.  She is 8 inches tall and about 2.5 inches at her midsection.  I used Czech glass beads in varying blues, gold, white AB and clear.  Her face was purchased and I can't remember where.  She is embellished with crystals, little gold bells, gold streaked blue acrylic flowers and millefiori hearts in white and cobalt.  She is very lovely and I'm quite proud of her.  Now to decide where to sell her,  Etsy or Ebay.  Choices, choices, I'm so very bad at choices and no matter whice one I pick it will, of course, be the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote is from Allan K. Chalmers:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-3234607022568620143?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3234607022568620143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/finished-at-last.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3234607022568620143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3234607022568620143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/finished-at-last.html' title='Finished at Last!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZwJDTWC97I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tqdXEUjTsaQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7257634761307265258</id><published>2009-02-12T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:44:10.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done!!</title><content type='html'>I am having the darndest time finishing the Sea Urchin.   Just can't seem to settle down to work these days.  The car thingy has me upset I guess.   Anyway, here is what is done now.  All I have left is the tip of her tail and the embellishments.  There are thousands of beads in her now and she is quite heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZSyb7gOVKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vzF6XhX5lJI/s1600-h/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZSyb7gOVKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vzF6XhX5lJI/s400/doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302058854220977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopefully the finished Urchin will be shown here soon.  &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote today is about, of all things, procrastination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Procrastination is one of the most common and deadliest of diseases and its toll on success and  happiness is heavy.   -  Wayne Gretsky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7257634761307265258?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7257634761307265258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7257634761307265258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7257634761307265258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SZSyb7gOVKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vzF6XhX5lJI/s72-c/doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-1205328401146821026</id><published>2009-02-08T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:06:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Cars</title><content type='html'>Today is just one of those days.  The kind you wish you had just slept through.  You know the ones.  Start bad... keep going bad and end bad.   This one didn't start so bad.  How can a day be bad when you are starting it with your grandson.   My one bright spot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to make this all very, very short...  the transmission hose blew.  Lost all the fluid I put in yesterday and it won't move in any direction of course.  Sooooooo  tomorrow I get to stay home and phone around for repairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an online job interview as well tomorrow.  Now, to my unfortunate knowledge, most jobs that offer $18.00 bucks per hour to work from home and that want to interview through your yahoo messanger, are perhaps not quite on the up and up.  But, we will see.   This was a Craigslist job and there seems to be a lot of crappy postings on there lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... damn car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote for the day is a favourite from Buckaroo Bonzai:   "No matter where you go, there you are."       Ain't it the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-1205328401146821026?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/1205328401146821026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1205328401146821026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/1205328401146821026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-cars.html' title='Damn Cars'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5041094001261712620</id><published>2009-01-28T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:33:16.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More doll stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCob5WpI5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UVNpN1vn0TA/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCob5WpI5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UVNpN1vn0TA/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296418358993429394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been beading on the Sea Urchin.  Not too much left to do on the body beading.  Then it's just the embellishments and all the fun stuff to bead on.  That is the part I like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCrQ9x-O5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/sbGNVf9mxMU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCrQ9x-O5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/sbGNVf9mxMU/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296421469738122130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little UgBug that I just finished.  He is on a chiffon cord or he can be worn as a brooch.  His face is shabby gold and his body has butterflies on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCsa7LKNpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vYmOsr-U1yE/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCsa7LKNpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vYmOsr-U1yE/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422740348778130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the greatest picture but it is of Autumn a tall and rather thin beaded art doll.  The colours are rust, pale gold, white and a nice green.  His face is black polymer clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened an Etsy shop and will be putting the dolls up there as soon as I'm sure they are finished.  I keep adding stuff and they end up weighing a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to work on the Sea Urchin.   I hope all my readers are having an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are presently in the deep freeze and it is snowing and blowing fiercely outside.  I'm staying in with the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCvmXHeNII/AAAAAAAAAIU/fR_jg4mjlLg/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCvmXHeNII/AAAAAAAAAIU/fR_jg4mjlLg/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426235362948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are six of my eight cats enjoying their second or third nap of the morning on our beds.  Only cats can manage to look so comfortable no matter where they are.  In the foreground we have Murphy, the big boy.  He is twenty pounds of solid muscle.  The cat with the bright shining eyes is Mr. Whiskers.  He only has three legs because he insisted on sleeping in the middle of the road.  Now he stays clear of the road.  Sleeping upside down next to him is Max the psycho.  So called because he takes off in all directions at top speed for no apparent reason and you never know whether he is going to love you or take a chunk out.  On the big green pillow, the other orange cat is Sam.  He is the old boy and my personal body guard.  Where ever I am, there he is.  He is sleeping comfortably with Vegas named after JD Fortune's song Pretty Vegas.  At the back is Pumpkin... I know, she isn't orange but my daughter called her Pumpkin anyway.  She is totally blind and tears through the house like she can see everything.  Missing are Maggie, the little lady,  and Cleo the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a quote from Terry Teachout:  "Life with a cat is in certain ways a one-sided proposition.  Cats are not educable; humans are.  Moreover, cats know this.  If you're not willing to humour them, you might as well stick to dogs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5041094001261712620?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5041094001261712620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-doll-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5041094001261712620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5041094001261712620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-doll-stuff.html' title='More doll stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SYCob5WpI5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/UVNpN1vn0TA/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-8078012893498668929</id><published>2009-01-26T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:20:08.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines and Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4zn-zs5TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bAhKImp_KiA/s1600-h/valentineCOTM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4zn-zs5TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bAhKImp_KiA/s400/valentineCOTM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726973802046770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4z3_eNr-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/uQOnTQ88bnY/s1600-h/valentineCOTMinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4z3_eNr-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/uQOnTQ88bnY/s400/valentineCOTMinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727248858263522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4zybG8WZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BhYwieo78AA/s1600-h/valentineCOTMinserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4zybG8WZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BhYwieo78AA/s400/valentineCOTMinserts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727153197635986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Brown Bag Valentine Card that I did for a swap.  I'm fond of the brown bag card and books.  Some of the ones that are being created are totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a couple or three years ago I bought a 4 CD set of Victorian Clip Art.  A lot of the clip art are greeting cards from long ago.   Cards from the yesteryears were beautiful, decorative and awesome creations.  A far cry from what is being produced today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX41VlfnxnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pL7p-RP0QyQ/s1600-h/CUPID14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX41VlfnxnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pL7p-RP0QyQ/s400/CUPID14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295728856792548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am job hunting.  Bummer.  Somehow I thought that by the time I had reached this age I would be retiring not looking for a new job.  Thanks to all the government cuts in education my in-school tutoring job has become obsolete.  Now that our income is cut by $500.00 a month I have to find some way to make up the difference.   I don't think that selling my artwork is going to bring in that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An on-line writing job would be good.  Blogs that pay?  Maybe.  A part time job would be perfect that way I can continue to work at the school.  I would really hate to give up the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever I look at it, job hunting at my age is the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a quote from Oscar Wilde:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-8078012893498668929?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8078012893498668929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-and-job-hunting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8078012893498668929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8078012893498668929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-and-job-hunting.html' title='Valentines and Job Hunting'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SX4zn-zs5TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bAhKImp_KiA/s72-c/valentineCOTM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-9183952378246616675</id><published>2009-01-13T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:45:41.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy</title><content type='html'>Today I set up, well not yet but I got a shop on Etsy.  It seems to be the place where more and more crafty and artistic people are selling.  I almost have one Ug Bug done and I still have all those ACEOs that I did over the past few years.  Hopefully I will be able to sell some of the work I have stashed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWzuKEhYA5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DvcgLxfczc/s1600-h/nuts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWzuKEhYA5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DvcgLxfczc/s400/nuts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290865519033320338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favourite ATCs.  It is cardstock, wires and nuts in various sizes.  It is quite heavy.    I think I have about 20 of them to list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWzutLWvmYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JTZJjxLcvDc/s1600-h/SUfront.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWzutLWvmYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JTZJjxLcvDc/s400/SUfront.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290866122163198338" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is the front of the Sea Urchin that I am working on now.  Hopefully she will be done by the end of next week.  She will have about 100 hours of work in her when completed and I can't even think of how many beads but she is quite heavy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, break time is over.  Back to the beading I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a quote from Buckaroo Bonzi: "No matter where you go, there you are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-9183952378246616675?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/9183952378246616675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/etsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/9183952378246616675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/9183952378246616675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/etsy.html' title='Etsy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWzuKEhYA5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DvcgLxfczc/s72-c/nuts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-9171797810714753164</id><published>2009-01-11T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:50:15.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year is for Art</title><content type='html'>For the past few years I have been doing very little artwork.  Something else always seemed to take precedent over it and there is, after all, only so many hours in a day.  I did dabble a bit here and there but not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is going to be my year.  A positive attitude and a definitive decision.  My Year.  Mine, mine, mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have always wanted to start was an art journal.   I have a couple I sort of started but didn't keep up.  Perhaps an online journal will be easier to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently I am beading dolls and Ug Bugs, bracelets and watches.   My goal is to finish at least one a month.  Pray for  me because it is going to be tough.  I am the worlds greatest procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqFM6sXFEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SCVxeJCZs6w/s1600-h/Dcp01913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqFM6sXFEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SCVxeJCZs6w/s400/Dcp01913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290187169260311618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a little purple Ug Bug.  They are small dolls that can be worn as a brooch or on a rope or chain.   The first year I started making them I sold 10 in just 2 weeks.  Good Lord willing I will, perhaps, have the same good fortune this time.  I have one on the go at present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-9171797810714753164?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/9171797810714753164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-for-art.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/9171797810714753164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/9171797810714753164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-for-art.html' title='The New Year is for Art'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqFM6sXFEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SCVxeJCZs6w/s72-c/Dcp01913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-8168858793302941884</id><published>2009-01-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:58:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year.   No resolutions for this old gal.  They would have been broken by now.   I have been beading again now that the arthritis seems to have left my hands.  Hoping this will last for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few miscellaneous and totally unrelated bits of fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlsccFU_WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b8atJfxrAO4/s1600-h/Oleander2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlsccFU_WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b8atJfxrAO4/s400/Oleander2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289878473154035042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Oleander tree in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWltBS8CGzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AJELIRNAHJM/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWltBS8CGzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AJELIRNAHJM/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289879106354289458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Murphy surveying his domain from the dining room table.  Once upon a time I tried to discourage the cats from sleeping on the table but I finally just gave it up.  Now I just scrub it well before using.    I am owned by 8 wonderful cats and 1 small Jack Russell Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlt4WkqccI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PvRbrf9A2O4/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlt4WkqccI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PvRbrf9A2O4/s400/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289880052222816706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bambi and April my little girl.  Bambi lives with my son.  April lives with us and the 8 cats.  Sometimes I think that she thinks she is a cat.  They are all bigger than she is and the poor old gal is easily intimidated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-8168858793302941884?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/8168858793302941884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8168858793302941884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/8168858793302941884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlsccFU_WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b8atJfxrAO4/s72-c/Oleander2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-6993110486948267873</id><published>2009-01-10T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:45:44.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas bye bye...</title><content type='html'>and thank goodness that is over.  I got the flu on the 19th and wasn't back to normal until the 31st.  My son, his significant other and his brother came down on Christmas day and put the whole dinner together and on the table.  Bless them.   I stayed curled up in a ball in bed having a pity party.  It was awful.   I surely feel bad for all the rest of the good folk who ended up with that particular strand of flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlq4DczyqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7fiKy6dgJJY/s1600-h/IM000641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlq4DczyqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7fiKy6dgJJY/s400/IM000641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289876748554717858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my wonderful son Serge and his beautiful lady Tania.  Serge is an awesome cook and every now and again graces our table with some of his cooking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope ya'll had a wonderful, happy and germ free Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-6993110486948267873?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/6993110486948267873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6993110486948267873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/6993110486948267873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-bye-bye.html' title='Christmas bye bye...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWlq4DczyqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7fiKy6dgJJY/s72-c/IM000641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-635567868334995959</id><published>2008-12-11T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:54:56.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking....</title><content type='html'>today as I went through my email...  where do people find the stuff they send.   I surf the web every day, do research a lot, go to all manner of sites and I never find these cutie things.  Obviously I am surfing in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SUHRG0vNHTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iwkh53zd7ss/s1600-h/cats.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SUHRG0vNHTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iwkh53zd7ss/s400/cats.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730153420987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these ever so cute kitties in my email tonight.  I am owned by 8 wonderful cats so I tend to really like pics of kittens and cats of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have filled quite a large file with these pics, some cute, some just interesting.   But what I really want to know is...  where do people find these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-635567868334995959?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/635567868334995959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/635567868334995959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/635567868334995959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SUHRG0vNHTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iwkh53zd7ss/s72-c/cats.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-5607767144545812000</id><published>2008-11-14T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:12:36.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista</title><content type='html'>This summer I bought a new Dell laptop.  It's a Studio 17 in a gorgeous coppery orange colour.  I splurged and got the LCD screen, bigger graphics card, more ram etc.   I debated having it come with Vista or now but decided to take the plunge.   It is 3 months later and I love my 'puter.  I love Vista.  I adore the LCD screen.  So far Vista has been awesome.  There are a couple of programs I wanted but they wouldn't run so I got newer versions and they were fine.  My printer, external hard drive, all the peripherals I use worked instantly with no tweaking.  All the graphics programs I use worked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an old dog who doesn't want to learn many new tricks so I was quite prepared to not like Vista.  Especially after all the horror stories I have heard, we all have heard.   I was sure surprised to see how smoothly the change over went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!  If you are sure you aren't going to like Vista, just try it.  Make sure you have a whole lot of  ram though.  I think this is one of the secrets to having it run smoothly on your computer.  A minimum of 2 gig I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also highly recommend Dell.  This is the 3rd Dell computer I have had, the second laptop, and they have really out performmed themselves.  The support is awesome as well.   Not to mention the pretty colours.  For Linux users, Dell has a series that comes with Ubuntu Linux a distribution I am particularly fond of.  For the first time Linux users or the old timers, I think Ubuntu is one of the best distributions I have used and I have used a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a system becomes completely defined, someone discovers something which either abolishes the system or expands it beyond recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.basicjokes.com/dquotes.php?aid=999999"&gt;funny Brooke's Law quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-5607767144545812000?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/5607767144545812000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/vista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5607767144545812000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/5607767144545812000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/vista.html' title='Vista'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7830576043700765206</id><published>2008-11-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:46:30.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>My life is filled with little pieces of stuff that float around me.  Every now and again I reach out and grab a bit of stuff and file it in the appropriate places.  Sorting through and throwing out has become a major pastime.  Will it ever all be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="APCTitleAnchor" href="http://affiliates.allposters.com/link/redirect.asp?item=841401&amp;amp;AID=640605311&amp;amp;PSTID=1&amp;amp;LTID=2&amp;amp;lang=1" target="_blank" title="The Dark Crystal - Movie Score"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/841401.jpg" alt="The Dark Crystal - Movie Score" border="0" width="301" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tracking.allposters.com/allposters.gif?AID=640605311&amp;amp;PSTID=1&amp;amp;LTID=2&amp;amp;lang=1" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="APCTitleAnchor" href="http://affiliates.allposters.com/link/redirect.asp?item=841401&amp;amp;AID=640605311&amp;amp;PSTID=1&amp;amp;LTID=2&amp;amp;lang=1" target="_blank" title="The Dark Crystal - Movie Score Poster"&gt;The Dark Crystal - Movie Score  Poster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="APCTitleAnchor" href="http://affiliates.allposters.com/link/redirect.asp?item=841401&amp;amp;AID=640605311&amp;amp;PSTID=1&amp;amp;LTID=2&amp;amp;lang=1" target="_blank" title="The Dark Crystal - Movie Score"&gt;Buy  at AllPosters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was published somewhere, I think in &lt;a href="http://www.muse-apprentice-guild.com/"&gt;The Mag&lt;/a&gt;.... in 2002.  Found it in some papers today while was cleaning out some more "stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown after Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Heather O'Neil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Down in the alley&lt;br /&gt;back of the store&lt;br /&gt;Little Jimmy snorts coke&lt;br /&gt;goes lookin' fo' more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Angel walks her beat&lt;br /&gt;looking for a john&lt;br /&gt;a rich man from uptown&lt;br /&gt;wants to get it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curtis draws his knife&lt;br /&gt;sticks it in the man&lt;br /&gt;grabs his watch and wallet&lt;br /&gt;runs fast as he can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Over on the corner&lt;br /&gt;smokin' heavy weed&lt;br /&gt;buncha raggy home boys&lt;br /&gt;thinkin' nasty deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lights are bright like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;sparklin' in the dew&lt;br /&gt;The night is dark like charcoal&lt;br /&gt;settlin' over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Downtown after darkness&lt;br /&gt;writhes with evil's own&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no place for Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;run girl, take it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notions of time; effaces  all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end."    Madame de  Stael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px;" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"This we know: the Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the Earth.  All things are connected like the book that unites us all.  Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.  Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself."     Chief Seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7830576043700765206?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7830576043700765206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7830576043700765206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7830576043700765206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-2559314489243758863</id><published>2008-10-31T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:20:35.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5rHj_Tc-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HBib9JQ1Vt0/s1600-h/oldcard1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5rHj_Tc-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HBib9JQ1Vt0/s400/oldcard1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262792106701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a scan of a very old card.  The artwork used on cards "back in the day" was something else and not at all like the artwork used now.  Personally I prefer the then over the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Halloween we had all of 2 kids.  We usually have 6.  I liked it better when we lived in town and had lots and lots of little ghosties and goblins.   My darling grandson went out as a little lion.  Mom and Dad took pics which I shall post as soon as I get one.   In the meantime here are a few scans of old Halloween cards that I particularly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvVZumkBbI/AAAAAAAAADM/dahvrjhPzbw/s1600-h/holiday12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvVZumkBbI/AAAAAAAAADM/dahvrjhPzbw/s320/holiday12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535227495777714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think too many people give Halloween cards anymore.  I don't even remember getting any when I was a child in the 50's.  Obviously they used to do it judging from the collections of old cards I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5sKUVARsI/AAAAAAAAADs/sF-TX9vwAAo/s1600-h/oldcard1-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5sKUVARsI/AAAAAAAAADs/sF-TX9vwAAo/s400/oldcard1-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263938953987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of these are cute enough to frame.  Maybe I will frame one or two for Logan's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5tWe2yCwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-SDCJDlxLGQ/s1600-h/oldcard1-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5tWe2yCwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-SDCJDlxLGQ/s400/oldcard1-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264265247450073858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6621428608802350139-2559314489243758863?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2559314489243758863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2559314489243758863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2559314489243758863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQ5rHj_Tc-I/AAAAAAAAADk/HBib9JQ1Vt0/s72-c/oldcard1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-3999738408846645188</id><published>2008-10-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:01:53.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative commons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>Pretty Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvNtdUkIpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lzigL5yb_vE/s1600-h/Lonely_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvNtdUkIpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lzigL5yb_vE/s320/Lonely_Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263526770361246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a great deal of time surfing this evening and have come across some great photos that I am going to share.  They come under the Creative Commons License.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I can't take a decent picture for love nor money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was called Lonely Tree.   It certainly gives you the feeling of loneliness and desolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvNNkynDSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z_fHPiYRzDk/s1600-h/Overgrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvNNkynDSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z_fHPiYRzDk/s320/Overgrown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263526222610500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is awesome.  It was called Overgrown.  The contrast between the grey and the purple is so perfect.   I can't make a decent composition.  This is a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvPacKkDII/AAAAAAAAADE/kUkRE41AuOY/s1600-h/turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvPacKkDII/AAAAAAAAADE/kUkRE41AuOY/s320/turtles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263528642656603266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles are such awesome critters.  This reminded me of our cottage at Otter Lake when I was a child.  There was a wood mill just across the little inlet and we would be over there everyday checking out the turtles and hunting for frogs.   I think I lost at least 2 dozen pairs of flip flops in the muck along the shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have a couple of hundred photos that have come from dear knows where.  Every now and again I will share a couple and  hopefully I won't have broken every copyright there is.   I leave you with a favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought  which they seldom use.  ~~Kierkegaard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6621428608802350139-3999738408846645188?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/3999738408846645188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3999738408846645188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/3999738408846645188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-pictures.html' title='Pretty Pictures'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQvNtdUkIpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lzigL5yb_vE/s72-c/Lonely_Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-4724736706650081926</id><published>2008-10-25T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:49:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bits of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQPkOVSTdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/URiK9-3tSM0/s1600-h/jason_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQPkOVSTdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/URiK9-3tSM0/s320/jason_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261299724582089986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained and it is damp. Not very cold. I have been in bed for more than a week. Well not right in bed. I can move around a bit until the pain gets really bad and then back to lie down I go. I have Anklosing Spondylitis. An uncommon form of spinal arthritis. It also affects connective tissue. My Achilles tendons are tissue paper thin and at the moment terribly inflamed and painful. It's the pits. So I just plugging around on the computer, housecleaning the hard drive and whatever. I'm finding all sorts of pages of "stuff" that I have written or saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of Stargate: Atlantis. And a big fan of the character Ronon Dex.  What a hunk he is too. Would like to see him with a few less clothes. Which brings me to the cost of TV series on DVD. I would love to buy the complete seasons of Deep Space Nine and Babylon 5. But being rather destitute money wise I surely can't see putting that much money out on movies.. even on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQPgcBEvddI/AAAAAAAAACc/NUuw32BVcU0/s1600-h/pic04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQPgcBEvddI/AAAAAAAAACc/NUuw32BVcU0/s320/pic04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261295561628153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left we have Diesel, a wrestler who I consider a hunk and a half.  IMHO of course.  There is something about a big man with long hair that makes me happy.   LOL.   They look so good.  How come in the  movies you get to see a woman's front but not a mans.  Now that just doesn't seem fair somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Things to DO Every  Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug someone  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always tell the truth  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone home  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compliment somebody  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the dishes  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat something green  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recycle  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help the Elderly  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write in Your Journal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cmdr. Leonard McCoy:   Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Admr. James T. Kirk:   Where they went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cmdr. Leonard McCoy:   Suppose "they went" nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Admr. James T. Kirk:   Then, this will be your big chance to get away from it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is getting later and I think I shall go to bed.   Hope you all have a very wonderful Sunday.I leave you with a quote from Covert Bailey :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No diet will remove all the fat from your body because the brain is entirely fat.  Without a brain you might look good, but all you could do is run for public office." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-4724736706650081926?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/4724736706650081926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bits-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4724736706650081926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/4724736706650081926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bits-of-stuff.html' title='Little Bits of Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQPkOVSTdQI/AAAAAAAAACs/URiK9-3tSM0/s72-c/jason_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-815815268307712010</id><published>2008-10-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:51:59.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cold and Damp</title><content type='html'>It's cold damp and raining.  I have a thousand things to do.  My Spondylitis is kicking up big time and if I take enough drugs to kill the pain I'll be useless all day.  Next best solution, booze.  Or not.  I still can't believe John is dead.  Wow.  Makes you really stop and think about what's important and what's not.  You spend all your life working and looking forward to retirement and then you never get there and somebody else gets your money.  Pooh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight off the cold and damp..... Recipes to make you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffees to warm the cockles of your heart....  and other things.  These are all for a single serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cafe Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons of dark rum&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon of  creme de banana&lt;br /&gt;Hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream for garnish....the real stuff. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pour the rum and the creme de banana in a thick coffee mug.  pour in the hot coffee and top with real whipped cream.  Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cafe Mocha (No Booze)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup  hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream for garnish&lt;br /&gt;Ground cinnamon  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make a cup of coffee and add 2 heaping teaspoons of hot chocolate.  Top with a generous squirt of real whipped cream and dust with cinnamon.  Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cafe Dramatique&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon Bailey's Irish Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon white creme de cacao&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon Amaretto&lt;br /&gt;Hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon stick for garnish  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pour the liqueurs into a LARGE coffee mug.  Add the coffee and cinnamon stick. If you are planning on having more than a couple of these, you might want to remain seated.  They can sneak up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cafe a la Crazy Lady (No Booze)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon of 18% table cream (or more)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon of chocolate syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon syrup from a bottle of marachino cherries&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 cherries cut in half&lt;br /&gt;Hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;A few small marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;Ground cinnamon for garnish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put the cream ,chocolate and cherry syrup in a coffee mug along with the cherry halves.Pour in the hot coffee. Top with the marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon. Don't forget a spoon for the cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I leave you with a quote from Thomas Carlyle.  It seems appropriate:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance but to do what lies clearly at hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-815815268307712010?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/815815268307712010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold-and-damp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/815815268307712010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/815815268307712010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold-and-damp.html' title='Cold and Damp'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7362678783348381773</id><published>2008-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:38:52.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Nut Bread</title><content type='html'>Found Mom's recipe today while I was looking through some old papers.  This was an awesome nut bread.  I love nuts.  You can never have too many of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canadian Nut Bread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sour milk&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups whole wheat or graham flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix all well and place in well greased and floured loaf pan(s) and bake 350F until tested done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTES:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now when I made this I didn't have any sour milk so I used regular milk and I used peanuts instead of walnuts and added a 1/2 cup of raisins and a generous pinch of both ginger and cinnamon.  It was great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this amazing gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-thrse-gown-giveaway.html"&gt;Marie-Therese Gown GIVEAWAY !!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7362678783348381773?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7362678783348381773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/canadian-nut-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7362678783348381773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7362678783348381773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/canadian-nut-bread.html' title='Canadian Nut Bread'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-4043312828063901751</id><published>2008-10-24T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:16:42.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galveston flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Rush'/><title type='text'>Death comes calling....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!   My neighbour dropped dead this morning.  He was 53.  His wife has been nagging him to sell the farm and they could travel.   Now the time has passed.  What a loss.   I shall spend more time doing things I like just in case there won't be a tomorrow to save them too.  This sure has been a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about death  made me think of one of my favourite songs done by Tom Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="760" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" width="646"&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="songtitle"&gt;Galveston Flood&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="songtitle"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td rowspan="6" valign="top" width="51"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluegrasslyrics.net/spacer.gif" tppabs="http://localhost:8500/bluegrasslyrics/pics/spacer.gif" width="50" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td class="songtitle" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p class="lyrics"&gt;It was the year of 1900 that was 80 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Death come'd a howling on the ocean and when death calls you've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Galveston had a sea wall just to keep the water down&lt;br /&gt;But a high tide from the ocean blew the water all over the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that a mighty storm&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that a mighty storm in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that a mighty storm&lt;br /&gt;It blew all the people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea began to rolling the ships they could not land&lt;br /&gt;I heard a captain crying Oh God save a drowning man&lt;br /&gt;The rain it was a falling and the thunder began to roll&lt;br /&gt;The lightning flashed like Hell-fire and the wind began to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees fell on the island and the houses gave away&lt;br /&gt;Some they strived and drownded others died every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trains at the station were loaded with the people all leaving town&lt;br /&gt;But the trestle gave way with the water and the trains they went on down&lt;br /&gt;Old death the cruel master when the winds began to blow&lt;br /&gt;Rode in on a team of horses and cried death won't you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flood it took my mother it took my brother too&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard my father cry as I watched my mother go&lt;br /&gt;Old death your hands are clammy when you've got them on my knee&lt;br /&gt;You come and took my mother won't you come back after me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="APCTitleAnchor" href="http://affiliates.allposters.com/link/redirect.asp?item=4238053&amp;amp;AID=476813376&amp;amp;PSTID=1&amp;amp;LTID=2&amp;amp;lang=1" target="_blank" title="Residents Rescued at Night from the Flooded Mississippi River, 1882"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/NWPPOD/USAA2A-00005.jpg" alt="Residents Rescued at Night from the Flooded Mississippi River, 1882" width="400" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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calling....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-7549715433607178159</id><published>2008-10-24T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T04:32:43.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one reads me either</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQGwguaP8YI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zg_64_aN4ac/s1600-h/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQGwguaP8YI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zg_64_aN4ac/s320/smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260679916005880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of my most precious grandson Logan.  he is quite a little ham and spends a great deal of time in front of this mirror in the dining-room.   He was 14 months old in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was perusing blogs this very early morning I was quite taken by the number of bloggers who have a posting:  No One Reads Me!   Looking back on all my blogs and stats I realize no one reads me either.   It's just me, myself and I.  How do you promote a blog?  Must google that later on today.   Right now it is too early and I am too tired.  So, to all those folks blogging away out there...  No One Reads Me Either.    Maybe we should get together and read each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;During the first period of a man's life the greatest danger is not to take the risk. When once the risk has really been taken, then the greatest danger is to risk too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                                      -Soren Aaby Kierkegaard, Danish philosopher (1813-1855)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-7549715433607178159?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/7549715433607178159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-reads-me-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7549715433607178159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/7549715433607178159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-reads-me-either.html' title='No one reads me either'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SQGwguaP8YI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zg_64_aN4ac/s72-c/smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621428608802350139.post-2674385851082474320</id><published>2008-10-22T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:43:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 2:20 in the am and I am still up and bright eyed.  Too much caffeine.  Most of the posts I keep reading have this little thingy that tells you why they created this blog..  well, except for the intellectual blogs and we know why they were created.   Well, I created this blog to keep track of all the stuff that I want to remember but gets lost on my hard drive.  Who the blazes needs a 150 gig hard drive anyway.  It's like having a 200 drawer filing cabinet.  What do you put on it?   How much music do you need?  How many photos can you take...  and if you're not filling it up with music, photos and videos then what are you filling it up with????  Inquiring minds want to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this as an email so long ago that I can't remember when.  It was in an old folder on the old computer.  Came across it as I was house cleaning the hard drive.   I thought it was funny and maybe worth keeping...  Don't know who wrote it or I would be happy to give them credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does write all the stuff that comes in the email?   There seems to be a never ending supply of things, photos, whatever that have no author attached.   Another one of life's little mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 2:30 in the am and I am closing up shop.  Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Points of Fact... truth truly is stranger than fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced  enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.  (Hardly seems worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is  produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.     (Now that's more like it!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. (O.M.G.!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to  death. (Creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour&lt;br /&gt;(Don't try this at home, maybe at work)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to  its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.     (Honey, I'm home. What the...?!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping  the length of a football field.      (30 minutes..lucky pig! Can you imagine?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. (What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.  (I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.     (Something I always wanted to know.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.     (Hmmmmmm.... ..)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.     (Okay, so that would be a good thing)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light.       (I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.     ( I know some people like that.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starfish have no brains      (I know some people like that too.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Polar bears are left-handed.      (If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;(What about that pig??)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621428608802350139-2674385851082474320?l=heatheroneil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/feeds/2674385851082474320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2674385851082474320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621428608802350139/posts/default/2674385851082474320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatheroneil.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05864021190939916618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F85QOoVlHUk/SWqKB3s5qgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ylMyriA2P0/S220/body_80.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
