<?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-7123820857078589208</id><updated>2011-10-06T14:38:06.586-07:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>happynap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123820857078589208.post-9085022986229268413</id><published>2008-01-04T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Dumb Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;This is a repost of a repost...   Because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;Because 3 years ago today, my family lost someone very special,  and I lost a good friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;Because even 3 years later,   it sometimes feels like it just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;And because I miss her even more now than I did then.     So please indulge me,  and read about her again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cousin died this past January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though nearly 10 months have passed,  I still have days that nearly knock me flat.  Today was one of those days,  so I’ve decided to tell you about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after the New Year,  my mom called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  “Honey,  I just talked to your Uncle B,  and it’s not good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  “It’s FC,  isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  “Yes,  it’s FC”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  “She killed herself didn’t she?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “Yes……  she did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I knew that she was calling about FC,  or how I knew she’d killed herself.   FC had had issues in the past,  but she seemed to be doing better the month or so leading up to her death.    Still,  when Mom called….  I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had always been my favorite cousin.  When we’d go on trips to visit the family,  FC would always entertain us.  I know my grandmother slipped her money to take my brother and I  bowling, and to movies, but she always had as much fun as we did, and she never made us feel like she was being paid to hang out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an amazing sense of humor,  and even as adults,  whenever we’d all get together we’d laugh until our sides hurt.    We were an odd group of female cousins,  and our favorite term of endearment for each other was “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumb girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an amazing athlete,  as well.  She played softball,  tennis,  and practically lived to golf.   She had a zest for life and an enthusiasm that was contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC and her 4 siblings came from a family more dysfunctional than most.  Her mom was an alcoholic and her father worked long hours to avoid the situation,  so our grandmother did most of the parenting.    FC had had issues with drugs and alcohol herself in the past,  but she got clean,  went to college,  and even went on to get her Masters Degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things started to change….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First our grandmother died.  She was the glue that held the family together…. The heart and soul of us all.   Almost 2 years later my aunt…. FC’s mom…  passed away as well.  She had been sober for the past several years of her life,  but her body was just so devastated by years of abusing alcohol that it couldn’t recover from a routine operation she had to have.   She never came out of the anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hell for everyone,  but it hit FC the hardest.  She was never the same after that.  Everyone tried to get her help,  but she didn’t want help…  “I don’t need help”,  she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  her partner of several years couldn’t take it any more and left FC.  No one blamed her.  But it was the final straw for FC.  She couldn’t hold a job,  so she moved in with one of her sisters.  We were always worried about her,  and wondered if the FC we knew would ever be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,  I know that this was a sign the end was coming…  but a month or so before her death,  the old FC started reappearing.   She'd even moved out on her own again. My last memory of her was a telephone conversation we had about some of the Danish phrases our grandmother had taught us.  We giggled uncontrollably as we tried to remember them and pronounce them correctly.   "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dumb girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;",  we both affectionately said to each other as we ended the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before she died she attended a New Years football party that her sister hosted,  and was the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later,  my mom called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She killed herself, didn’t she?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes….  She did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left a note, but it was mostly illegible and totally incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot herself…   and then called her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know why she called.  She didn’t speak….  Couldn’t speak…  They only knew it was her from the caller i.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she calling to alert someone so her body would be found quickly?  Or was she calling to ask for help because she’d realized too late that she’d made a mistake? It didn't matter.  Her sister immediately went to her house,  but it was already too late.  FC was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nightmares about that phone call to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her best friends since grade school spoke at her funeral.  The first thing she said was,  “I know that the first thing FC would want me to tell you all was that she is so very sorry…  and if she knew her actions would cause this sort of pain,  she never would have done it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know FC is sorry.   I know she loved us and didn’t want any of us to be in pain.  But for whatever reasons,  the demons she was battling wouldn’t allow her to see past her own pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame her any more.  I’ve gotten past the anger,  and have forgiven her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her nearly every day,  and look forward to meeting up with her again some day.  We’ll get some pizza at Brick Oven,  go bowling,  and then hang out with Grandma and learn some new Danish words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you FC,  and miss you terribly.  I hope you knew that you were loved and cared about.  I hope that somewhere in the vast sea of pain that you were drowning in,  there was a place you could still go to in your mind where you knew how special and amazing you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.  I love you....   Dumb girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-9085022986229268413?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/9085022986229268413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2008/01/dumb-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/9085022986229268413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/9085022986229268413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2008/01/dumb-girl.html' title='Dumb Girl'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-5441427605851995855</id><published>2008-01-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/2799454_b2180073db_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left;margin:0 10px 10px 0;width:200px" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/2799454_b2180073db_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well,  good morning and welcome to another new year!   I hope that  you are all bright-eyed and hopeful about the fresh new year ahead,   and aren't nursing some nasty hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiet night at home,   which at my age,  is really where I'd prefer being on New Years Eve anyway.   We watched movies and ate junk food,   and I was sound asleep on the couch by 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know that feeling when you realize you've turned into your parents?   I get that feeling a lot these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls poked and prodded me a few minutes before midnight so that I wouldn't miss the big event.   They had conned me into buying some of those "popper" things where you pull the string and confetti explodes everywhere,   so we went out in the front yard and made a big confetti mess.  I dared D2 to run around the car screaming "Happy New Year" as loud as she could.  (never dare an 11 year old to do anything.)  D1 rolled her eyes at me and said "Mom,  that is SOOOOO embarrassing"   and promptly ran in to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,  being the big party animals that we are,  we promptly went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are now with their dad,  and I'm off to see a movie with my mom.  (We're seeing "Juno".  I'll let you know how it was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-5441427605851995855?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/5441427605851995855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/5441427605851995855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/5441427605851995855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-8471393486098229518</id><published>2007-12-25T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Wishing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peakuniques.com/pics/Happy-Holidays-Tux-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0pt 0pt 10px 10px;float:right;width:320px" src="http://www.peakuniques.com/pics/Happy-Holidays-Tux-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%"&gt;... peace, love and joy&lt;br /&gt; to you and yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-8471393486098229518?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/8471393486098229518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/wishing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/8471393486098229518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/8471393486098229518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/wishing-you.html' title='Wishing you...'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-2503013190538872750</id><published>2007-12-11T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me... again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.birthdaydirect.com/images/happy-birthday-again-birthdays-beverage-napkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0pt 10px 10px 0pt;float:left;width:200px" src="http://www.birthdaydirect.com/images/happy-birthday-again-birthdays-beverage-napkin.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, 2 posts in three days?  Its practically a posting frenzy.   For your safety,  I would recommend keeping your arms and legs inside the browser window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,  as the title would indicate,  today is my birthday.  Again.  Didn't I just have one of the damn things last year?    Today I am 35...  for roughly the 7th or 8th time,  depending on how you wanna do the math.   I really dislike birthdays.  I really really dislike birthdays.   Or maybe I should clarify that.  I don't dislike YOUR birthday.   Just mine.  If it weren't for the fact that my kids get so excited about cooking me dinner and making me a cake,  I'd probably try to bypass the whole thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are cooking me a super secret birthday dinner.   My mom clued me in just so I wouldn't accidentally make other plans. (why she thought I'd be making plans when she knows how I feel about birthdays is beyond me,  but I guess its better to be safe than sorry)     So anyway,  my kids are going over to my parents house after school to work on the birthday extravaganza,  and I am supposed to show up at the appointed time and act all sorts of surprised.   And truthfully,  despite my Bah-Humbuginess,   I AM excited because THEY are excited.    Things have been stressful for them lately,  so they need the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GASP!  I just remembered another blog topic!  Maybe later in the week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of watching too much TV...  (weren't we?)...   if you haven't seen the new show "Pushing Daisies",  you really must.  Its like Dr Seuss.  For grown ups.  On crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't mean its for grown ups on crack.  I mean its like Dr Seuss on crack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  if you aren't into ridiculously quirky, you might not like it.  But I think the writing is brilliant and I laugh hysterically every time I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I've got for you today.   I hope you all have a really great Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/081307/split-the-cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;width:400px" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/081307/split-the-cake.gif" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-2503013190538872750?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/2503013190538872750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/2503013190538872750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/2503013190538872750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me-again.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me... again....'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-6289955095966756786</id><published>2007-12-09T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays! (picture included!)</title><content type='html'>Why I have such a love/hate relationship with this whole blogging thing is beyond me.  I WANT to write... and write consistently...   Yet I have such a hard time sitting down and making myself follow through.    And its become sort of a vicious circle,  because I've been so sporadic in updating that most of the folks that read me with any regularity have completely given up on checking in  (who can blame them),    which makes me even less motivated to post anything.   Which means even more of you stop checking in.   See what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I go through mixed feelings of not really having anything to write about,  which often changes to having too much to write about and not even knowing how to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  for those of you who still stop by now and then to check up on me,  I appreciate you more than you know.  And this post is to wish you all a very happy holiday season!  I hope you are all enjoying the meaning of the season,  and not getting too caught up in the rat race.  (Its always a battle to find the balance,  isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydBJggc9WEs/R1w7mF3CI-I/AAAAAAAAADE/g-1nCaCklWg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0pt 0pt 10px 10px;float:right" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydBJggc9WEs/R1w7mF3CI-I/AAAAAAAAADE/g-1nCaCklWg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also,  since I'm not able to mail you all a Christmas card with our official Christmas picture in it,   here it is for your viewing pleasure.   I decided to test out the delay timer on my camera,  so this is an authentic do-it-yourself picture. After an hour or so,  and dozens and dozens of shots,  this is what we ended up with. Its extremely amateurish,  but we had a ball doing it.  We also have a hilarious blooper reel full of shots of us in fits of giggles,  of the cat frantically trying to escape the picture  (notice she is not in the finished product)  and several shots of D2's stomach when the timer malfunctioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-6289955095966756786?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/6289955095966756786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays-picture-included.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/6289955095966756786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/6289955095966756786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays-picture-included.html' title='Happy Holidays! (picture included!)'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydBJggc9WEs/R1w7mF3CI-I/AAAAAAAAADE/g-1nCaCklWg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123820857078589208.post-1187507576267605409</id><published>2007-10-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>.... and ripped off from somewhere else...    But it made me laugh and I needed a new post,  so there ya go...   Hope you get a smile out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align:center;font-family:arial"&gt;HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:arial"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align:left;font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Staple pages in the middle of the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  type only in lowercase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  dont use any punctuation either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU HEAR THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, it's gone now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt; Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Ask people what gender they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Sing along at the opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt;  Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%"&gt; Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profile&lt;/span&gt;s."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-1187507576267605409?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/1187507576267605409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/1187507576267605409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/1187507576267605409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-8809069373817985317</id><published>2007-10-09T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>please count your blessings...</title><content type='html'>... bad things happen to people every single day,   and often times we are so busy with our own lives, our own problems,   that we scarcely notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something hits painfully close to home,  and we are once again reminded of how fragile life is...   how the often chaotic,  often mundane,  usually crazy,  wonderful, beautiful thing that we call our lives can change in an instant...  a heartbeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow this link:  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21195025/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21195025/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the passengers on that plane is the daughter of someone I know and care about.   This woman has been my co-worker,  my boss,  and my friend for many years... and now,  as night falls,  she doesn't know if her daughter is cold... scared...  badly hurt...  or even something else entirely that her mind is not even letting her consider yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is just starting to fall in the Cascades.     The people on board that plane,  as well as their friends and loved ones,  desperately need prayers right now.  Please do what you can in that department...   and then go hug your family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;   As of 10:00pm MDT,   the latest news was that the wreckage had been found.  No word on survivors yet.   I've tried to go to bed at least a dozen times but all I can do is sit here staring at the local news website,  hitting the refresh button.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic"&gt;Update #2:  &lt;/span&gt;    Midnight MDT.   The FAA spokesman is using very non-committal and carefully couched words,   but it sounds as if there may be no survivors.    I can't think about it anymore.  I'm going to go to bed,   and pray for a miracle that they find the tail of the aircraft with survivors inside.   It's beyond heartbreaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic"&gt;*Update #3:  &lt;/span&gt;12:10am MDT.     All 10 on board confirmed dead.   Prayers for the families...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-8809069373817985317?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/8809069373817985317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-count-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/8809069373817985317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/8809069373817985317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-count-your-blessings.html' title='please count your blessings...'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-5790637717676503596</id><published>2007-10-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>I'm up and running...</title><content type='html'>...  ok,  not RUNNING,  literally....     and I'm not even really UP a lot...    so I guess "up and running" was  a big fat lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not dead.   Nowhere near dead,  in fact.   So I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery went well.   No complications whatsoever.     I struggled with nausea the first couple of days,    and more pain than I'd planned on,    so I caved in to my mom's demands and stayed at my parents' house the first night.   And I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after one night in the hospital,  and one night at the parents,   I finally spent last night in my own bed and it was heaven.  I only got up once in the night for pain meds,   which was a HUGE improvement over the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  that's about all I have energy for right now,   but I wanted to let you all know how I was doing.   Thanks so much to all of you for your encouragement and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you again soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-5790637717676503596?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/5790637717676503596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-up-and-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/5790637717676503596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/5790637717676503596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-up-and-running.html' title='I&amp;#39;m up and running...'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-3972832991787514204</id><published>2007-09-29T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>getting ready</title><content type='html'>Its been a crazy Saturday.   D2's soccer game was right smack in the middle of the day,  so by the time we even got home it was close to 3:00pm.   I found myself wondering where the day went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and,  by the way D2 actually made a goal today and her team won 7-1!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a late lunch and then headed to the mall.   I decided that some new, fancy pajamas to lounge around in would do wonders for my mood and morale once I got home from the hospital.      I splurged and bought a night gown,   a pair of pajamas,  and a robe.    All  (quite by accident) various shades of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting as much done around the house this weekend as I had planned....   but, I'll be honest.  Most of the things I had on my lengthy "To Do" list were mainly things to keep me busy,  and not necessarily things that HAD to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing.   Cuz most of the won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not overly nervous about Tuesday.   I mean,  yes I'm a little apprehensive about it,  but not as much as I might expect myself to be,  knowing me.     It makes me wonder if I've just been through too much for this one to even phase me...   or if it will all hit me at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll find out,  won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the weekend is treating you all well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-3972832991787514204?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/3972832991787514204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/3972832991787514204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/3972832991787514204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-ready.html' title='getting ready'/><author><name>admin</name><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-7123820857078589208.post-4897492575154580481</id><published>2007-09-26T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:24:16.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Seriously? SERIOUSLY!</title><content type='html'>Today I went in for my "routine" pre-op testing and doctor visit,  to make sure everything was all in order for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only,  if you know about me and my health history,   then you know there isn't really anything routine about anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short,  my blood pressure was through the roof... off the charts... into "Way Way Scary" territory.     And this for someone who has normal-to-low blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad that my doctor took one look at my mom (who thank GOD went with me!)  and said,  "Take her to the ER right NOW"...   which luckily was right next door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to the ER...   (I'm having not so fond flashbacks of the ER at this point...)...      The docs there took my blood pressure,  and given their vast medical knowledge said,  "Yep,  its high!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hooked me up to a bunch of junk,   gave me drugs,   gave me an EKG and took my blood pressure just about every 10 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The did enough blood work to figure out I'm not in renal or liver failure...  the EKG came back perfect...  so their expert medical opinion was  "We don't know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quite confident its temporary and may be due to the fact that I've been really sick the past week.   Or it might not!   At any rate,  they gave me drugs to take until my surgery next week,  so luckily that is still going on as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  after several hours my blood pressure was finally low enough that they felt they could send me home.   And now I'm serene and relaxed and stress free and ready for my surgery next week.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost funny,   right??   RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123820857078589208-4897492575154580481?l=happynap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/feeds/4897492575154580481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriously-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/4897492575154580481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123820857078589208/posts/default/4897492575154580481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happynap.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously? SERIOUSLY!'/><author><name>admin</name><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>
