<?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-8110656763558503741</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:00:35.106-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='reading'/><category term='uni'/><category term='normal life'/><category term='haircuts'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='brother'/><category term='hair colour'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='starting out'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='health'/><category term='sister'/><category term='progress'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Books'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>I do the best imitation of myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-6648715449400013919</id><published>2009-01-02T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:55:03.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Meme</title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;A HREF="http://www.miserablebliss.ca/blog"&gt;Miserablebliss&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I was found saying repeatedly that I love my job. And I love my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make them. If you want to do it, a year start won't make you do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few teachers had babies. And a few cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation. In a way that makes things all very chill. And more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say. I don't really think back on dates, just feelings around events. Hearing that my grandmother died and then several months later visiting her joint grave with my grandfather. Our vacation. Sushi with Lynette. Chocolate Covered Strawberries with Liz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking enough time to enjoy things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I just got over some illnesses and injuries that caused some issues for a while this year. I did trip and I think in doing that I broke my baby toe, but generally, it's not been a bad year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy a whole lot. My sling back pack has been great. There were a few things we bought that we keep saying are wonderful but I can't remember then right now. Things that we bought as a family such as our kitchen table are way up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husbands. He worked long long days and longer nights. And then he came back and adjusted well to being off the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure. Mine at times. Different people at different times. Different students at different times. Hard to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills. Payments. The Son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New kitchen table. Painted bathroom. Seeing Lynette. Taking charge of events in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The greatest man who ever lived' by Weezer. Rocking out to in in the car on our trip is a fantastic memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/b&gt; Happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/b&gt; Fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/b&gt; About the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting, baking, relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With family. It was full but relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I stayed in love and developed that a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;22. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of 'The Unit'. 'The IT Crowd'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but there is someone I have less respect for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I read a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers Como solo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More 'Chapters' gift cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theatre, it was the musical 'Rent' (the final Broadway showing was filmed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 32. We went out to supper, went out to breakfast had my parents over. It was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More money so I could relax more and be able to do some things that I felt restricted about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that kinda fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says I was sane? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really. Hilary Clinton and Obama kept my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette. And Cherie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the son grow up so much "It was pain, sunny days and grey, I knew you'd feel the same thing. Everybody knows it hurts to grow up, And everybody does It's so weird to be back here. Let me tell you what: The years go on and we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it. And you're so much like me. I'm sorry" (Ben Folds: Still Fighting It)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-6648715449400013919?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6648715449400013919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=6648715449400013919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6648715449400013919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6648715449400013919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-meme.html' title='2008 Meme'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-6255630526936677891</id><published>2009-01-01T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:45:39.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss writing</title><content type='html'>I miss the time when I had something to say and time to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking the time to pick words carefully and constructing my thoughts in a text format. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of posting a thought process, an event, a theory and getting it into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I soon have time to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-6255630526936677891?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6255630526936677891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=6255630526936677891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6255630526936677891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6255630526936677891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-writing.html' title='I miss writing'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-6341461934711947870</id><published>2008-08-02T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:01:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meme (memememememememememe)</title><content type='html'>Bold the ones you’ve done and add one at the end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;2. Swam with wild dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Climbed a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;6. Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone.&lt;br /&gt;8. Said “I love you” and meant it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugged a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Done a striptease.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game. (for certain definitions of huge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Touched an iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Slept under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;21. Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity.&lt;br /&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a food fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse/dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asked out a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. Had a snowball fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favourite fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath.&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hit a home run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days.&lt;br /&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking.&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts.&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced.&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;53. Had amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign.&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;58. Taken a road-trip.&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them.&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited Japan.&lt;br /&gt;67. Bench pressed your own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;68. Milked a cow.&lt;br /&gt;69. Alphabetized your albums.&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Sung karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye.&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;77. Played in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;78. Played in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it.&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favour of something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;br /&gt;88. Sword fought for the honour of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;D or another RPG for more than 6 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;90. Gotten married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92. Crashed a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest.&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on.&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;109. Performd on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;111. Recorded music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark.&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night stand.&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;116. Bought a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone.&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;126. Raised children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favourite childhood toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favourite band/singer on tour.&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars.&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;132. Called or written to your MP/Congressperson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. …more than once?&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did.&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray.&lt;br /&gt;145. Broken someone’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth.&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job.&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being.&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced.&lt;br /&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol.&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;158. Had major surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train.&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than US states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents.&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat.&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground.&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;170. Eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;175. Gone back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;177. Changed your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them.&lt;br /&gt;183. …and gotten barred from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you.&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself art from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language.&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office.&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care.&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you.&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair.&lt;br /&gt;196. Dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;197. Been a DJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;199. Written your own role playing game.&lt;br /&gt;200. Given a tramp a sponge-bath&lt;br /&gt;201. masturbated a caged laboratory animal&lt;br /&gt;202. pretented you liked kevin-smith movies when you secretly didn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;203. deliberately, personally, and purposefully insult someone to their face to cause as much harm as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204. sold any part of your body, or any product from it, for money?&lt;br /&gt;205. had a secret published in post-secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;206. sent food or wine back in a restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;207. and regretted it?&lt;br /&gt;208. Seen a bioluminescent tide.&lt;br /&gt;209. Robbed a grave?&lt;br /&gt;210. Taken a microgravity airplane (or spacecraft!) ride?&lt;br /&gt;211. Inspired a painter.&lt;br /&gt;212. Had a three-way conversation, speaking 3 different languages (sometimes all 3 in one sentence) and everyone understood.&lt;br /&gt;213. Held a raptor in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;214. Been excommunicated from a major religion.&lt;br /&gt;215. Breastfed during a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;216. used fake ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;217. Held a new born baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-6341461934711947870?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6341461934711947870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=6341461934711947870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6341461934711947870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6341461934711947870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2008/08/meme-memememememememememe.html' title='meme (memememememememememe)'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-4133345490367246361</id><published>2008-06-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:21:02.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Books</title><content type='html'>From the artist formerly known as jenniam (who has a locked blog so I don't want to give her real blogger name). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed."&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taught a few of these. And I started several of them and did not get through them, but I did bold them on this list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6 The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy - NOTE NEVER will I read this. I saw the movie and it freaked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-4133345490367246361?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4133345490367246361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=4133345490367246361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4133345490367246361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4133345490367246361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-books.html' title='More Books'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-5648233231719020994</id><published>2008-05-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:36:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how the news article about Britney Spears is just below the news about Obamas projected winning of the current primary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I knew about Britney already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I think I'm what's wrong with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-5648233231719020994?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5648233231719020994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=5648233231719020994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5648233231719020994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5648233231719020994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-how-news-article-about-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-4691359959822846421</id><published>2008-05-03T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:38:41.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be back.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog again lately. Things have been crazy - the son turned four, the trip to Washington D.C. is approaching quickly, things have been ignored for far longer than they should have been. Plus being at work has been interesting. So we'll see if this lasts. &lt;br /&gt;BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-4691359959822846421?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4691359959822846421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=4691359959822846421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4691359959822846421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4691359959822846421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-might-be-back.html' title='I might be back.'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-2680394159887562295</id><published>2007-10-21T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:36:03.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising a Boy</title><content type='html'>I am a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two parts to that sentence. Both make things a little different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was the first part. That says so much of it. He is my son. He was in my belly for nine months. He has my eyes. He has my cheeks. We laugh about things and have a special nickname (buhbuhbee, which means 'person that I love').  We like Mandarine and Mango Iced Green Tea. He sings and dances all the time. He's mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is boy. He is a boy. I am not. No matter how alike we are, we are always going to be different. I don't see the appeal that his 'birdie' and 'big things' have for him. He will grow and develop in ways that I did not. Society will place different expectations upon him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think, however, that my expectations of him are not different from those of a little girl. I want him to be polite. I want him to listen. I want him to be a good member of society. I'd want that of a girl. I want that of a guy. I'd hate to think that I required different things of him or treated him differently because he's a boy. I treat him like a Patrick. I treat him like a child of mine. I treat him like someone that I'd want to hang out with later in life. I don't let him get away with things because he's a boy and thus expected to do them louder, faster or with less attention. He's my child and he is expected to do them the way I taught them to him - or better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say on this topic but I'm tired. Perhaps later. Until then, I have a child to remind to say please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-2680394159887562295?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2680394159887562295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=2680394159887562295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2680394159887562295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2680394159887562295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/10/raising-boy.html' title='Raising a Boy'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-519941485521962996</id><published>2007-10-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:07:06.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book MeMe</title><content type='html'>This one via &lt;A HREF=http://daycaredaze.blogspot.com&gt;It's Not All Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below listed books are the top 106 books most often marked as being “unread” by &lt;A HREF=http://www.librarything.com/&gt;LibraryThing&lt;/a&gt; users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions are simple:&lt;br /&gt;Bold those you’ve read.&lt;br /&gt;Italicize books you have started but couldn’t finish.&lt;br /&gt;Add an asterisk* to those you have read more than once.&lt;br /&gt;Underline those on your TBR list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Strange &amp; Mr. Norrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Catch-22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silmarillion&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi: A Novel&lt;br /&gt;The Name of the Rose&lt;br /&gt;Don Quixote&lt;br /&gt;Moby Dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Ulysses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pride and Prejudice*&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;br /&gt;Guns, Germs, and Steel: the Fates of Human Societies&lt;br /&gt;War and Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveller’s Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Iliad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Assassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;American Gods&lt;br /&gt;A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius&lt;br /&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;br /&gt;Reading Lolita in Tehran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Middlesex&lt;br /&gt;Quicksilver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Wicked : The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Canterbury Tales&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Historian&lt;br /&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;br /&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foucault’s Pendulum&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Dracula&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;Anansi Boys&lt;br /&gt;The Once and Future King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1984&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inferno&lt;br /&gt;The Satanic Verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;br /&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;br /&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;To the Lighthouse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Tess of the D’Urbervilles&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;br /&gt;Gulliver’s Travels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Les Misérables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;The Corrections&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time&lt;br /&gt;Dune&lt;br /&gt;The Prince&lt;br /&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Angela’s Ashes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Small Things&lt;br /&gt;A People’s History of the United States : 1492-Present&lt;br /&gt;Cryptonomicon&lt;br /&gt;Neverwhere&lt;br /&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces&lt;br /&gt;A Short History of Nearly Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Dubliners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;br /&gt;Beloved&lt;br /&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Oryx and Crake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;br /&gt;The Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Lolita&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Road&lt;br /&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;Freakonomics&lt;br /&gt;Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;The Aeneid&lt;br /&gt;Watership Down&lt;br /&gt;Gravity’s Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cold Blood&lt;br /&gt;White Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Island&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield&lt;br /&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-519941485521962996?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/519941485521962996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=519941485521962996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/519941485521962996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/519941485521962996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-meme.html' title='Book MeMe'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-3216349451530440177</id><published>2007-09-24T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:41:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. It has been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Heavenlyginger and I do the best imitation of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a bit crazy. I did get my gallbladder out, almost six weeks ago. My son may have whooping cough. I have facebook. I'm taking a cake decorating course. I'm quite tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest for the jeans continues. 'The Emperors Children' is a great book. My cousin bought the new Kalen Porter CD and has told the interweb about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCIS premiered this week. The Office premieres tonight. These things make me happier than they should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-3216349451530440177?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3216349451530440177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=3216349451530440177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/3216349451530440177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/3216349451530440177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-6067921517667731208</id><published>2007-07-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:41:57.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Chick Lit, so to speak</title><content type='html'>My mom and I had a conversation the other day regarding "Chick Lit" and what it is. It seems that publishers are so happy to have a name for books featuring females that they put them all in that category. As long as the main character is a female and usually if the writer is a female then Chick lit it is. You might see 'Great Beach Read' also around it at this time of the year. &lt;br /&gt;So this is not a new issue. People have been talking about it for ages - the classification of all female literature as 'Chick Lit'. Goes along with the 'Chick Flick' movie classifications. However, it amazes me all the different books that are placed in that category. I've read a lot of them or at least, at some point have read something from the author and I have to say: Danielle Steele and Jennifer Weiner are not the same. &lt;br /&gt;See... almost every book features a quest. In some 'Chick Lit' books it seems as though the quest is love. The identity of the female is wrapped up in finding love. Employed in this quest are all kinds of characters who demean the main character along the way until finally they find love. They're beautiful, they're (allegedly) strong and they need to be loved. The end of the book has a romantic happy ending 99% of the time. In other 'Chick Lit' books, the character is on a quest as well - but it's for personal understanding. Personal acceptance and an understanding of where they fit in the world. The character is still often beautiful, perhaps not as conventionally, however, that's not always a positive. They may end up in a romantic relationship, but they have figured out who they are within it, not because of it. In the second category, the writing is often not as formulaic. &lt;br /&gt;Why are these two lumped together - just because they have females in them? So very frustrating and something that shows that the world likes to place things in boxes and call it something. This summer, don't box up your reading. Read wide and varied and enjoy. don't read it because it's chick lit - but don't not read it because it's chick lit. You might find something good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-6067921517667731208?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6067921517667731208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=6067921517667731208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6067921517667731208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/6067921517667731208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/07/chick-lit-so-to-speak.html' title='Chick Lit, so to speak'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-5735078926530888776</id><published>2007-07-02T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:20:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with my son</title><content type='html'>P: Mama I need you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awwww {go over to hug him}&lt;br /&gt;P: Sweet little Mama&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awwwwww {cuddle closer}&lt;br /&gt;P: Sweet little Mama... I need chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet talker and he's only just three. I worry for those in his future. Between his way with words and those big blue eyes, there will be many a heart broken. And much chocolate eaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-5735078926530888776?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5735078926530888776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=5735078926530888776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5735078926530888776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5735078926530888776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/07/conversation-with-my-son.html' title='A conversation with my son'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-8768387269560108661</id><published>2007-06-20T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:16:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz for you!</title><content type='html'>1. Your Middle Name:&lt;br /&gt;2. Age:&lt;br /&gt;3. Single or Taken:&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Movie:&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Song or Album:&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Band/Artist:&lt;br /&gt;7. Dirty or Clean:&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your philosophy on life?&lt;br /&gt;11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite memory of us?&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they :&lt;br /&gt;17. Can we get together and make a cake?&lt;br /&gt;18. Which country is your spiritual home?&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your big weakness?&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think I'm a good person?&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your best/favorite subject at school:&lt;br /&gt;22. Describe your accent:&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could change anything about me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;25. Trousers or skirts?&lt;br /&gt;26. Cigarettes or alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?&lt;br /&gt;28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-8768387269560108661?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8768387269560108661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=8768387269560108661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8768387269560108661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8768387269560108661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiz-for-you.html' title='A quiz for you!'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-9090444516338235821</id><published>2007-06-19T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:32:45.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Soooo...</title><content type='html'>I have a little sister. And she just graduated from University. With Honours. Yes, they make them smart in my family. I have a little brother as well who moved away to Toronto three years ago. He also graduated from University. Yes, they make them full of debt in my family (and have given us wonderful parents who did so much for us and still do). &lt;br /&gt;My sister had a phone interview on Thursday. Today she got the job and found out she's moving to Toronto Sunday. SUNDAY. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my little sister. Of course, now I have NO reason not to visit Toronto. But damn. That was quick. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and I joked that I would write letters to my siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear J and A:&lt;br /&gt;Do not come home. I get the house. &lt;br /&gt;Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear J and A:&lt;br /&gt;Come home. I cannot care for our aging parents myself. &lt;br /&gt;Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I did write a letter it would read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear J and A:&lt;br /&gt;Please come home. I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should get facebook now to keep up with them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-9090444516338235821?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/9090444516338235821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=9090444516338235821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/9090444516338235821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/9090444516338235821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/soooo.html' title='Soooo...'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-138008539651249743</id><published>2007-06-06T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:56:11.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Medical Notes</title><content type='html'>My cat is lying on the floor. At one point I had to check and make sure he was still breathing as he's lying so very still and quiet. He's been walking around looking like yoda, but without the flip flops and little robe. He apparently has bacteria in his ears - bad bacteria. So 114$ later we have that information and medicine. At least they weighed him for free. &lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to the doctor. There's a number of things I need to talk to her about, the least of which is the fact that I need to get thicker, healthier hair and need the ability to take naps all the time since I have the time to do that. There's nothing worse that knowing everyone else is at work, unable to take naps when they want and you're home, lying in bed unable to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully P. doesn't get the pinkeye that's at his daycare centre right now. Drops for the cat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the child? That I would not be able to handle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-138008539651249743?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/138008539651249743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=138008539651249743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/138008539651249743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/138008539651249743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/medical-notes.html' title='Medical Notes'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-1386903773161295954</id><published>2007-06-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:21:32.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wuzzadem.typepad.com/wuz/2006/03/church_sign_sma.html"&gt;Church Sign Smackdown!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-1386903773161295954?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1386903773161295954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=1386903773161295954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1386903773161295954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1386903773161295954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-8702064132199854710</id><published>2007-05-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:07:29.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's been one year since my son breastfed. Funny that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm really tired. But it's been a good couple days. D. was off so we've been hanging out, having dates and enjoying each others company. Nachos last night were very yummy and the Mint Chocolate Ice Capp from Timmys was part of a delicious breakfast. I'm so relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm really really really pleased with the finale of the office. Between 'Creeds Thoughts' and 'I'm Done' and of course the date (trying to be as vague as possible) it was fantastic. Bravo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our new car is beautiful. It's a lazer blue Malibu with a black interior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading my ljfriends page I've been tagged for a post where I have to be interesting. We'll see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Second hand book stores are wonderful places. I got six books for the price of one or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My surgery is going to be in July. D. got very pale when they were talking about the complications and has decided that if he ever needs surgery he will just sign the paper and tell them to let me know of the complications when he's not around. I've just told them to not have it the day of the White Stripes concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I always have interestingesque things to post about when I'm not in front of my computer. Obviously it doesn't stick around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not getting a facebook. Facebook? Is it a facebook or just facebook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-8702064132199854710?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8702064132199854710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=8702064132199854710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8702064132199854710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8702064132199854710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-2153047305913880496</id><published>2007-05-11T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:37:43.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal life'/><title type='text'>Because there wasn't enough happening in my life....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was driving my husband and two of his friends to pool. The transmission of our '99 Saturn Wagon jumped at one point and we realized that we would have to get it checked on and hoped that it wasn't that big of a deal. I parked at the pool place, left the car there as my father drove P. and I to their house for supper and came back to it to drive D. and his friends home. &lt;br /&gt;We dropped off one friend who lives downtown. The car was acting up a little. However, as we drove away from his house, the car would not change gears. We were in first. Cars aren't supposed to be in first the whole time. Just in case you were wondering. So we pulled over and the friend that was still there (we'll call him J.) showed us how to check the transmission fluid. We had none. That's right. None. NONE. So, it being ten to ten we drove, in first all the way, to W@lM@rt. My drunk husband and his drunk friend J. went in to buy the fluid, laughing all the way. They came out, we tried to fill it and realized we didn't have a funnel. The dollar store was not open and as the two drunken boys ran back to the big W to have the door locked just as they showed up. So they made a funnel out of a thick flyer and we put the fluid in. All would be well. Or so you would think. &lt;br /&gt;We drove and it all seemed well. But then it returned to not going out of first. We got to Js house and he, as you would think he would, went into his house. I tried to drive away but all of a sudden the car would only go in reverse. We tried a few times and kept going backwards. J came out and we decided to just park the car. As we reversed we noticed the huge fluid puddle where the car had been. J and D walked to the gas station to get some money and then we got a cab with a car seat to bring us home. &lt;br /&gt;The car has been towed to the garage and we've been told that it's toast. So we have to buy a new car. Tomorrow. Arg. We have, but don't really have the money. Bah. I'm thrilled about the new car (even if it's a used one) but I wish we'd had time to save a little. However, it wouldn't be a week at our house if something didn't go wrong. At least this way we get a new car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-2153047305913880496?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2153047305913880496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=2153047305913880496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2153047305913880496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2153047305913880496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-there-wasnt-enough-happening-in.html' title='Because there wasn&apos;t enough happening in my life....'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-1282748044575314201</id><published>2007-05-03T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:36:54.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back from the hospital.... again</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm out of the hospital again. I was admitted Saturday and was released late yesterday. I'm ok. &lt;br /&gt;I was admitted because I just can't keep food in. I'm doing a little better with that but not great. They figured I could rest at home as well as I could in the hospital, so here I am, on the couch, watching 'Mythbusters' and playing freecell. They are still reluctant to set up 'the drain' so I have all the lovely pancreas fluid that I went in with. Because of this I still have a gallbladder and will for a while I suspect. I've told my school that I won't be back this year because I know I will need all that time to recover. Pancreatitis is a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;My son had his third birthday the day before I went back into the hospital. While in the hospital, in a morose mood, these lyrics reminded me of my little P. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I won’t be on this planet&lt;br /&gt;For very long&lt;br /&gt;I really like it here&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite attached to it&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Is you’re the reason I wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;And I met you just in time&lt;br /&gt;’cause there was nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-1282748044575314201?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1282748044575314201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=1282748044575314201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1282748044575314201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1282748044575314201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-from-hospital-again.html' title='Back from the hospital.... again'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-4500919269326322660</id><published>2007-04-25T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:42:35.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Health Rant</title><content type='html'>TMI warning - bodily functions discussed and whining ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today. I have a head cold and I'm out of atasol 30s. In addition, after I eat I often need to go to the bathroom. It was not my regular doctor and I hated discussing diarrhea with someone I didn't know. However these days I seem to be getting used to it. And now I'm discussing it with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently it's not good. The head cold? I need to get a chest x-ray because he can't tell me it's not pneumonia. And I'm under strict orders to get to the hospital asap if I keep having diarrhea. And I have a bunch of blood tests to get done. He thinks I might be getting worse again and that I'll most likely need to go back to the hospital and be admitted, perhaps getting the drain set up around the pancreas so that they can remove the gallbladder. Which means possible infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been a good day. Well, except for the blue flame that'd shot out of my hairdryer before it died. My disability was approved, I got neat samples in the mail and we got our 100$ beer and pretzels cheque. And now... I'm so very frustrated and mad at my body and my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-4500919269326322660?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4500919269326322660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=4500919269326322660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4500919269326322660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/4500919269326322660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/health-rant.html' title='Health Rant'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-5472187367214168846</id><published>2007-04-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:44:12.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish sometimes I could just relax. Just lean back and ask for help. Admit that I'm not so well. Might not seem like a big deal but the last time that I didn't do that I ended up in the hospital for a month. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so relieved - my husband is taking tomorrow and friday off. I don't know why, but when I heard I felt a huge sense of relief. Sometimes I don't realize when I need to ask for help but the idea of getting the house ready for the party tomorrow was a little overwhelming. Things are going interestingly health wise and I don't have a lot of energy. &lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to decide if I want to henna my hair today or leave it until next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-5472187367214168846?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5472187367214168846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=5472187367214168846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5472187367214168846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5472187367214168846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-sometimes-i-could-just-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-3804833691746738559</id><published>2007-04-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:09:34.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>Just the perfect day...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a wonderful day. This whole weekend was wonderful. We did normal things, more than normal things. Having the ability to be normal again was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we started with P. and D. getting haircuts. This was P.s first one and he was so very good while it was being done. Then, after we had celebration coffees (well, coffee, italian soda and apple juice from a coffee place), P. rode twice in a coin operated helicopter. He hadn't expected it to move which gave me a bad mommy moment when I laughed at his facial expression as he moved into the air. However, with his new hair cut making him look and act oh-so-mature and his love of anything 'crazy' he recovered and enjoyed it immensely. &lt;br /&gt;The day continued amazingly with lunch at the UC, errands, the skateboard store and subs for supper. We're all realizing how important normal family days are after not having them for so very long. P. is such a wonderful little boy and in so many way makes our family a family. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just getting sentimental - my babys first haircut and his third birthday in the same week will do that I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-3804833691746738559?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3804833691746738559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=3804833691746738559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/3804833691746738559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/3804833691746738559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-perfect-day.html' title='Just the perfect day...'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-2893588735744565236</id><published>2007-04-21T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:32:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by...</title><content type='html'>As pronounced on a tv show tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen when you give a machine gun to a robot.&lt;br /&gt;So true... so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-2893588735744565236?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2893588735744565236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=2893588735744565236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2893588735744565236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/2893588735744565236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to live by...'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-5155338154555968198</id><published>2007-04-21T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:41:26.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal life'/><title type='text'>Time spent sleeping is time well spent</title><content type='html'>I had two naps today. TWO. One was this morning for an hour and a half, one was this afternoon for two and a half hours. Both were wonderful. I think the extended sleep came from not getting a nap yesterday and being busy today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's Saturday, the day of goofing off and I was busy. P. and I made a special breakfast this morning ('Pillsbury' cresent rolls and scrambled eggs), then I napped, then we went out and did normal things. We exchanged some shirts, went looking around places we shouldn't, went to the drug store and then went to see what was happening at the airport (fighter jets!). D. and I remarked how normal it was. However, it all made me quite tired. So a nap happened after lunch. And now D. and I have made spaghetti and we're going to have a family supper.&lt;br /&gt;I know, the point of a blog is not to bore. However, the realization of how long it has been since we did something normal makes it noteworthy to write about our boring, normal day. I got sick with severe pancreatitis at the end of January and was admitted into the hospital. I was released February 19th and came home tired and in lots of pain. I spent a lot of my time throwing up or sleeping until I finally returned to the hospital March 18th and was readmitted with malnutrition and more pancreas issues. I didn't get out again until April 13th. I'm a lot more myself this time - not as tired, not as sick - but I'm not totally there yet. But doing something normal - errands on a Saturday - make me happier than I can say. Sure I needed to nap for hours, but we still did it. And that's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;In our family, we have what we call 'hug sandwiches'. Each one of us plays a role - usually I'm the meat, D. is the bread and P. is the cheese. P. decides who is which sandwich element. The other day he turned to D. and said : Mama is the bread because she keeps us together. Comments like that make being home happier than I can imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-5155338154555968198?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5155338154555968198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=5155338154555968198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5155338154555968198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/5155338154555968198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-spent-sleeping-is-time-well-spent.html' title='Time spent sleeping is time well spent'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-1685113807909719750</id><published>2007-04-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:05:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I can and cannot do</title><content type='html'>I recently spent a great deal of time in the hospital. No internet. I was in for pancreatitis and malnourishment and then found out I had a 'superbug' called MRSA that put me in isolation.  I wrote a few things to get them out of my head. This is one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Things that are true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You are not the center of the      universe. Sometimes it will take a little longer for the nurses to answer      your call. They might be changing the dressings of someone who is covered      in burns or wiping someone’s butt, but they are with someone else and will      come when they can. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You can throw up nothing.      Sometimes it’s green and called bile. Try not to do that very often. As an      extension of that, it’s possible to have not eaten anything and spend the      morning on the toilet with diarrhea and vomiting. Try not to do that very      often either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;There are worse things than      missing your son’s birthday because you’re in the hospital. There are      worse things than missing your son’s first Easter egg hunt because you’re      in the hospital. Keep repeating that to yourself when you’re having the      party in the cafeteria and you feel like crap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Running out of books and      visitors at the same time makes a huge vacuum in time for what you can do.      Plan well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Just because you can fix your      problem yourself doesn’t mean you’re allowed to. There are rules and      liability laws in place and you have your own place within them. So, even      though you know that you just need to press the green button to make your      iv stop beeping and that it just started beeping because you bent your      arm, you need to wait until the nurse shows up to press that button. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Buy insurances for the      possibility that you might run out of sick leave. You never know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My little pink gerbera blooms      at night and wilts in the day. Sometimes, you need to have a different      approach to life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Somedays, kicking ass at a game      of freecell is as good as it gets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Things I cannot do (but sometimes try to do)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Get ice. Either I or my little      green jug will kill you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Press the little green button      to make my iv stop beeping. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Get my medications myself when      I need them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Get through a day without      crying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Cry around the nurses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Leave.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-1685113807909719750?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1685113807909719750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=1685113807909719750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1685113807909719750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1685113807909719750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-can-and-cannot-do.html' title='Things I can and cannot do'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-8183511139957647665</id><published>2007-04-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T06:27:14.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>This here internet thing</title><content type='html'>So apparently the internet isn't going away. And, while I used to be quite versed in all the advances it boasted (transparent graphics!! Webcams!!), I seem to be behind the times. Photo and Video sharing, CSS, RSS, etc have all passed me by as I sat in my little bubble. Yes I am a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've started checking out a few sites lately. In perusing a cupcake flickr page I ended up at a self portrait site. All people like myself that take pictures of themselves!! I admit to being the geeky one who has all kinds of pictures of herself on her camera - I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; pictures of myself so I take them. It's self therapy or something like that. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;And now I must tear myself away from youtube and videos of how they chose the lead in 'Miss Saigon' so I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So much progress in such a short time! What's a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-8183511139957647665?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8183511139957647665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=8183511139957647665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8183511139957647665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8183511139957647665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-here-internet-thing.html' title='This here internet thing'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-8873940848250269818</id><published>2007-04-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:32:10.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>A grown up start</title><content type='html'>For several years I have had a blog, well, journal at another site. I've grown with it, but I think I grew past it a little. I'm not sure what has happened, but I'm feeling the need to change online journal providers and make a new start. It feels a little like when I graduated from uni for the first time - looking forward to the new start but feeling a little out of place.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what you need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to D.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Mama of P.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an avid reader.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a feminist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just getting over an illness that robbed three months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that being grownup is much like how my life is, I just won't admit it. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-8873940848250269818?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8873940848250269818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=8873940848250269818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8873940848250269818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/8873940848250269818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/grown-up-start.html' title='A grown up start'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110656763558503741.post-1178548737542544741</id><published>2007-04-16T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T06:19:11.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting out'/><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing... ack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110656763558503741-1178548737542544741?l=heavenlyginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1178548737542544741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110656763558503741&amp;postID=1178548737542544741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1178548737542544741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110656763558503741/posts/default/1178548737542544741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavenlyginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>heavenlyginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961945792328508651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
