<?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-22108709</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:52:11.067-07:00</updated><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Funny Thoughts About Life's Crazy Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>A few funny thoughts about the way things strike me in daily life!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3900884545406888004</id><published>2009-06-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:12:32.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alaena has reached that nice chatty little age. Some of it is recognizable language, and some of it is jibberish, but she's getting really good at repeating things you say. Well pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She repeats body parts. If you say nose, she'll point to her nose and say, "NNOOOOOSSSEEE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you say belly, she raises up her shirt and says, "BEELLLLLLYYYYY!" This turned out to be pretty funny the other day because she had a one piece outfit on. I said belly, and she spent 5 minutes trying to pull up her outfit so she could get to her belly and point to it. She couldn't get to her belly, so she refused to say the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We'll get her to repeat the things she is eating as well. However today mom got her to say butter beans, and it came out "BUTT BEEEEAAANS!" Somehow it doesn't seem quite as appetizing that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3900884545406888004?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3900884545406888004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3900884545406888004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3900884545406888004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3900884545406888004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/butt-beans.html' title='Butt Beans'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-8064766586341204057</id><published>2009-05-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:50:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night in "Future Daddy" Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sure all of you parents out there have been where I was last week. Alaena had strep, and she was on several different medicines. And in a word she was ORNERY. She didn't want to be held. She didn't want to be put down. She didn't want her cup. She didn't want her food. She pretty much just didn't want anything. So finally I laid her in her bed because I knew what she really needed was rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I must mention that my boyfriend Shawn was at my house while this cry fest was going on. He says he wants children. And he got some training let me tell you. Because he is used to happy Alaena. The Alaena who rarely ever cries. The Alaena who goes to sleep almost the very second you lay her in the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But he got introduced to sick Alaena. And sick Alaena isn't the happy-go-lucky baby I normally have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So as I said above, I laid Alaena in her bed. As most of you can probably guess, the real screaming commenced. And she put up the battle to end all battles in fighting sleep. She would scream, then she would whimper, then she would hold her breath, then she would stand up and yell "MAAAAAAAAA!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And although it was breaking my heart, I knew that I had to hold to my resolve because I know my child, and rarely does she EVER fall asleep outside of her bed. And she was crying even when I was holding her. So it pretty much was just a wait and see how long it takes her to cry it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And through it all, Shawn was saying, "I can't stand it. Pick her up. Let her play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I would say, "She needs her rest. She was screaming before I put her in the bed, and it's not playtime, it's sleep time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To which he would say, "I know you're right." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This conversation went on at least every five minutes for two hours. That's right I said two hours. When she finally fell asleep Shawn said, "I know that's what's best for her, but I sure am glad I'll never be a MAMA because I sure couldn't do it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I just laughed thinking he sounded pretty much like a typical dad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-8064766586341204057?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8064766586341204057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=8064766586341204057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8064766586341204057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8064766586341204057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-in-future-daddy-training.html' title='A Night in &quot;Future Daddy&quot; Training'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-1139986328485802261</id><published>2009-05-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:18:44.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Me, Being Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last night I went to my niece and nephews end of the year program, and if you've never been to a program where 60 to 70 three and four year olds sing and say parts, well let me just say, you haven't been living life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, it was all really cute and sweet about how each of us have a promise from God that He has a plan for our lives. They had little lines about what they wanted to be when they grew up, and my nephew said he just wanted to be bigger. This drew a lot of laughs from the audience because he is quite obviously the shortest child in the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But the best moment of the program came during a song called "Being Me." Apparently my nephew really took the words of the song to heart because he broke out of his shell during that song. He was the loudest one of them all. Literally, and it was quite obvious because he held the notes at the end of each and every line at the top of his lungs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So it went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEING FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEING ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I CAN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The entire crowd was almost in tears with laughter. Bad part about it? The battery on the video camera died. Hope we can find a copy of it somewhere!! Because it was so adorable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And of course Alaena danced during the whole thing and clapped her hands. Which I think probably nudged Trace on a bit more. Ahhh, to be three and carefree again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-1139986328485802261?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1139986328485802261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=1139986328485802261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1139986328485802261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1139986328485802261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-me-being-free.html' title='Being Me, Being Free'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-549108197654007522</id><published>2009-05-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:53:05.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time in Raegan's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since moving in with my sister a few months back, I have been driving Raegan and Trace to school each morning. This has led to many interesting moments...some good, some bad. Some mornings the begging not to go to school lasts the entire ride to school. Other mornings the two are totally happy little campers who joke and tell stories. And on mornings like that, I hear Raegan's once upon a time stories. Here are a few snippets I have overheard from the backseat in the last few months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Once upon a time there was a princess who had to kiss frogs, but it was gross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Once upon a time Goldilocks went to see her grandmother, but the wolf ate her and said my what big teeth you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Once upon a time there was a little baby named Alaena and she had a sister named Raegan." (Raegan is fully convinced that Alaena is now her sister because they live in the same house.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a tooth growing in from behind that went to the dentist."  (Some of her stories are based on real life. Her permanent tooth is growing in behind her baby tooth. In her mind this was apparently good story making material.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Once upon a time Raegan and Trace went into the forest and saw deers, and they dropped the hammer on the four wheeler." (This story was a bit disturbing to my mom since she's told my dad in no uncertain terms that "dropping the hammer" on the four wheeler is strictly forbidden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The best thing about these stories is the tone of voice she takes when telling them. She could definitely have a career at Disney one day because a story teller she is. I'm just glad I get the chance to smile at these little stories now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-549108197654007522?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/549108197654007522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=549108197654007522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/549108197654007522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/549108197654007522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-upon-time-in-raegans-world.html' title='Once Upon a Time in Raegan&apos;s World'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-651789558126655099</id><published>2009-04-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:55:38.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Sand: A.K.A. the Ruin of All Things Neat and Tidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If any of you have children around the age of 5 or so, I'm sure you've heard of Moon Sand. Nifty sand that molds into shapes and gives children hours of enjoyment. But this wonderful invention for children is the cause of many hours of cleaning for parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister had the idea to get an outdoor table for Moon Sand that had a lid. A great idea in theory. But a 3 and a 5 year old get little enjoyment out of keeping Moon Sand IN the table. It looks better to them on the Carport. Because who doesn't love a multi-colored sandy carport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Especially when it starts raining? My poor boyfriend. He had just blown off the carport and had everything looking really good. He said, "We'll have to make some ground rules for when I clean off the carport." But he was laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If he can lay down ground rules on getting Raegan and Trace not to make any messes on the carport, we're gonna get him to lay down some rules for the inside too. For example, "Don't take your change banks out because Alaena may try to eat pennies." Fortunately she's never swallowed any, but it hasn't been for lack of opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aahhh life with kids. Definite fun times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-651789558126655099?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/651789558126655099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=651789558126655099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/651789558126655099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/651789558126655099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/moon-sand-aka-ruin-of-all-things-neat.html' title='Moon Sand: A.K.A. the Ruin of All Things Neat and Tidy'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-4895568897446475913</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:59:47.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Drink and Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, Alaena is only 14 months old, and I thought I had raised her better, but she had a drinking and driving mishap today. My mom babysits her, and she gave her some milk, and Alaena was sitting on her little car drinking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She has a habit of leaning way back when she drinks her cups. Well, this time she leaned a little too far back and fell off the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So my mom said, "Alaena, don't you know you shouldn't drink and drive?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My nephew heard this, and he is now following Alaena around the house saying, "Don't drink and drive, Laena. Don't drink and drive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At least she's learning early I guess! Guess I'll have to check that milk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-4895568897446475913?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4895568897446475913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=4895568897446475913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4895568897446475913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4895568897446475913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-drink-and-drive.html' title='Don&apos;t Drink and Drive'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3813343883973125009</id><published>2009-03-24T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:23:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! Ha! Ha! Grammy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, yesterday I learned that my child has quite a sense of humor. My mom didn't quite see it that way, but everyone else got quite a laugh out of it. My mom comes to mine and my sister's house to keep Alaena everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A few weeks back we re-did all of the locks at our house. And the new locks don't have to be unlocked to open the door from the inside. Which may not be a good thing apparently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We have a gate that closes on our driveway where we can let Copper roam the backyard. Yesterday morning my mom went out to close the gate to let Copper out, and she left Alaena standing at the kitchen door watching her which is what she always does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;However, just standing there wasn't enough for Alaena yesterday. She wanted to play with the door. So she pushed the door closed. Unfortunately mom hadn't unlocked it to open it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So she got locked out, and her key was on the kitchen table beside Alaena. Thankfully the next door neighbor was home and was nice enough to allow mom to call me. So I ran home on my break and let mom into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alaena was standing at the door laughing at mom when I got there. Here I was expecting her to be screaming or to have fallen down the steps, and she was standing there laughing. So I laughed with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe I have some quite interesting years ahead of me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3813343883973125009?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3813343883973125009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3813343883973125009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3813343883973125009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3813343883973125009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-ha-ha-grammy.html' title='Ha! Ha! Ha! Grammy!'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6137806317846577427</id><published>2009-03-17T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:46:18.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Made a Break for It</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During the last month Alaena has become quite mobile. She's only slightly slower than a bolt of lightning when she gets down and going. This becomes a bit of a problem at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, she has definitely hit that age where the nursery is a heaven sent blessing, but Sunday night was a bit different because Alaena's dad came to church to meet her for the first time. So the nursery wasn't really an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I learned that my child she has learned some conniving skills. She can turn her beautiful baby blues on some unsuspecting person (a.k.a. Papaw) and slide down to the floor during the church service because she just looks so cute that you want to give her what she wants. And she can within 5 seconds flat be at the front of the church trying to climb onto the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;However, when mommy gets ahold of her again, she can also get her little leg popped for using her cunning skills during church time. Mommy just has to avoid that accusing look in those beautiful baby blues! Hard as it may be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6137806317846577427?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6137806317846577427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6137806317846577427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6137806317846577427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6137806317846577427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-made-break-for-it.html' title='She Made a Break for It'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-8793161279898626732</id><published>2009-03-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:28:23.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Pics of the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11786.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/SDC11786.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the only pic I have of Alaena in the snow because she had bronchitis last week, so I bundled her up quickly, sat her down, and took the picture. Apparently she doesn't have a high opinion of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/SDC11760.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's Raegan preparing to go down the slide that is full of snow. I don't know that I've seen either her or Trace on the slide in a good while. Apprently snow adds joy to sliding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11759.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/SDC11759.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And here's Trace, the human slide snowplow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/SDC11727.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And here's Copper, Crystal's basset hound just before he bounded off through the snow like a rabbit. He ran around like a crazy dog for at least half an hour. You see my car in the background. It was covered with snow UNDER THE CARPORT because the wind was blowing like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-8793161279898626732?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8793161279898626732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=8793161279898626732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8793161279898626732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8793161279898626732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/promised-pics-of-snow.html' title='Promised Pics of the Snow'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-8913221887290958244</id><published>2009-03-02T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:21:21.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Even Think About Taking Our Snow, Mister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, it finally came. A few weeks before spring, we here in NC finally got a big snow. To all of you out there who get "real snows" don't laugh when I say that this 7" of snow is a big snow. Because to me, and all of my fellow North Carolinian friends, it is. And it is GORGEOUS! I will post the pics in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But for now, a couple of funny Raegan stories. Before our beautiful snow came freezing rain. An entire day of freezing rain. The temperatures hovered close to freezing, so it didn't really affect the roads much, but the powerlines and trees were covered in ice. And you know what that means, power outages. So while I was in church yesterday morning, our power went out. Much to my sister's dismay, since she was at home in the cold house because she now has the bronchitis funk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We had plans to make Sunday dinner at our house, and I had my mind all set for the roast, pinto beans, deviled eggs, creamed potatoes. The roast and pintos weren't a problem, because they'd been in the crock pot since the afternoon before, but I didn't get my deviled eggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The funny thing was that as soon as my dad pulled into the driveway, our power came back on. And Raegan said, "Paw paw turned our power back on, LOOK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because apparently just working for a power company makes you all powerful at turning power back on, and all you have to do is simply pull into the driveway of the house you want to have power! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then later last night the snow started pouring down, and we were watching it out the window (because that's what people who rarely ever see the white flakes do, we watch this rare marvel as it comes down!) And the man across the street started putting salt out on his driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Raegan said, "What is he doing?" And I said, "He's melting the snow on the driveway." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Raegan almost went into hysterics. She said, "But I want the snow, don't let him take our snow!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I assured her that the tiny bit of salt in his bucket couldn't possibly take our snow. And we wouldn't let him in our yard with the salt. It's a shame I have to work today and miss so many silly little comments I'm sure that Raegan and Trace will be making about their first big snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I plan to be home early enough to let Alaena see it for at least a few minutes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-8913221887290958244?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8913221887290958244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=8913221887290958244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8913221887290958244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8913221887290958244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-even-think-about-taking-our-snow.html' title='Don&apos;t Even Think About Taking Our Snow, Mister!'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5179433867646421607</id><published>2009-02-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:04:55.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Taking Her!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, it's been another week that I haven't posted, but Alaena and I have both been down with the bronchitis funk. No fun at all. I stayed home from church on Sunday, and I stayed out of work Monday and Tuesday. Due to the fact that I work for a company who has laid off workers this year and may lay off others, I decided I was going to drag my sick butt to work on Wednesday. So my mom offered to let Alaena spend the night with her Tuesday night so that I could get some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now this was not an easy offer to take. Alaena has NEVER stayed away from me overnight. I cried at the thought, and I cried when mom and dad took her. But Raegan's reaction was classic. She carried Alaena into the bedroom, locked the door and said, "You're not taking her!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So my daughter has now been part of a hostage situation. Crystal negotiated Raegan out with the promise that Alaena would be back the next day. But it was still a very begrudging handover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5179433867646421607?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5179433867646421607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5179433867646421607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5179433867646421607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5179433867646421607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-not-taking-her.html' title='You&apos;re Not Taking Her!!'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3201199839164158690</id><published>2009-02-16T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:15:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch That Attitude Baby 'Laena</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well it is official. My child has my attitude. Send up the prayers now, would you please? And if I haven't told you lately, Mom, I'm really sorry for all that backtalking when I was but a youngster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alaena and I are spending some time at my sister's house, and unlike my house which is one level, Crystal has stairs. And the stairs draw Alaena like a beacon, saying "Climb me, Climb me!" So she flies towards the stairs oh about every second and a half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've said "NO!" about a million times. I've picked her up and carried her elsewhere. I've popped her hand and even her little backside. But still the stairs have a pull that seems to be unconquerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But what's worse is that the other day I pulled her away again and then turned around, and my sister said that Alaena gave me a look and mouthed toward me some undistinguishable baby talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So pretty much, she told me off in her little language I guess. And she's just one. Boy I've got some interesting times ahead of me. I just pray that I can keep from laughing while I'm trying to teach my little girl that it really is in her best interest to listen to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3201199839164158690?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3201199839164158690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3201199839164158690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3201199839164158690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3201199839164158690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/watch-that-attitude-baby-laena.html' title='Watch That Attitude Baby &apos;Laena'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6336229117048839566</id><published>2009-02-11T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:21:45.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaena's One Year Old Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0001.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0007.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0014.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0035.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0074.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0074.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/0094.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6336229117048839566?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6336229117048839566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6336229117048839566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6336229117048839566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6336229117048839566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/alaenas-one-year-old-pictures.html' title='Alaena&apos;s One Year Old Pictures'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7284363464001096316</id><published>2009-01-06T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:46:55.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC10987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC10987.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Getting some love from Mommy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11036.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She liked the bows better than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11059.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Getting her great uncles to let her do whatever she wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11077.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tearing off that first tiny piece of wrapping paper cautiously since we'd been telling her "No, No!" for days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11087.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How 'bout you hold the box, Ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11101.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another dress? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11100.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Really ripping into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11149.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Showing off her new "pony"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11153.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trying to find a way to escape the Smith clan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11171.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With my Grandma Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11184.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trying to figure out if the bag is worth her time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11201.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the Hurd cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11207.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the Smith cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11211.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With Aunt Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11212.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colby trying to sleep amidst the chaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11215.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11218.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Playing with some of her new stuff before opening gifts from Grammy and Pawpaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC11232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/SDC11232.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, Ma! I know how this works now, get these little people OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas with your families!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7284363464001096316?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7284363464001096316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7284363464001096316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7284363464001096316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7284363464001096316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christmas%202008/th_SDC10987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-346646524700632269</id><published>2008-12-17T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:38:26.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Is Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister and her hubby have done a great job teaching Raegan and Trace about the true meaning of Christmas. They believe in Santa, but they also know that Santa isn't what Christmas is really about. They know it's about Jesus' birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As a matter of fact, they may have done too good of a job driving home the fact about Jesus' birthday. Because the other day while driving down the road, Raegan asked my brother-in-law, "Daddy, how old will Jesus be on His birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like any good husband, He turned the question over to my sister. He called her at work and handed Raegan the phone, and Raegan asked Crystal, "Mommy, how old will Jesus be on His birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not really sure that they gave her any kind of definitive answer. I think saying "Over 2000 years" would have been a little mind boggling to an almost five year old. But hey, at least she knows whose birthday we'll be celebrating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-346646524700632269?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/346646524700632269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=346646524700632269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/346646524700632269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/346646524700632269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-old-is-jesus.html' title='How Old Is Jesus?'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-2375040768565636845</id><published>2008-12-16T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:40:39.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For today's top ten I give you the top ten things I have to do before Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Buy a gift for my mom and dad. I have bought a few little things for them, but I'm stumped about what to get them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Buy a gift for my brother. This is easy. He takes money or gift cards from anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Buy a gift for my brother-in-law. This requires going to Dick's Sporting Goods to buy a gift certificate because this is what he wants. I really should have already done this, but I never go to Dick's so I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Buy a gift for my sister. She wants a gift certificate from the Spa Personal Appearances. The trouble with this one is that I'm not quite sure where this place is. Finding new places is not one of my strengths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Buy a gift for my cousin Scott. I have NO IDEA what to get him. None at all. He never asks for anything. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Buy some stocking stuffers for Alaena, oh and also a stocking. I've been stocking slack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(There is certainly a money spending trend going here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Buy some wheat bread for our Christmas party here at work on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Go to my Raegan and Trace's Christmas program at school on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Go Christmas caroling with the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Be in the Christmas play Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So it's gonna be a little hectic around here before Christmas.  What last minute things are you guys gonna be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-2375040768565636845?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2375040768565636845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=2375040768565636845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/2375040768565636845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/2375040768565636845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesdays-top-ten_16.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Top Ten'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-4391064120648955889</id><published>2008-12-15T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:42:09.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, here we are at Monday again, and I can hardly believe it. This past weekend was a little hectic. But I've learned several things. First, I learned that Alaena is apparently going to be very likely to get bronchitis. That is something that is not going to be much fun, but at least now I know so I can watch her very closely and at the first sign of a wheeze, she'll be headed to the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I also learned that my child gets very hyper after a nebulizer treatment. I mean, we're talking feet can't be still, crawling and walking around in circles hyper. I would go to put her down, and her feet would be moving a million miles a minute. It was hilarious, but also very tiring because I had to chase after her making sure she didn't get into the Christmas village, the Christmas tree, etc. But it was a fun weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lastly I learned that a night of sleep after a night of no sleep is heavenly. So I'm in a great, well-rested mood this Monday morning. I hope all of you are too! Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-4391064120648955889?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4391064120648955889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=4391064120648955889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4391064120648955889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4391064120648955889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday!'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5716142630312065717</id><published>2008-12-09T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:35.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today for my top 10 I give you my top 10 favorite recent pictures of Alaena:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just kicking back, this may be one of my favorite pics all time of her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Alaena-kicking-back.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Alaena-kicking-back.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring on the grub! She may not have gained weight very fast, but she is serious about some food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Alaena-getting-ready-to-eat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Alaena-getting-ready-to-eat.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crawling, this is a rare site. Normally she is trying to walk around things, so my crawling pic opportunities are rare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Alaena-crawling.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Alaena-crawling.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Excited to see mommy! That is the smile I come home to every day. And the smile that makes it SOOOOO hard to go to work in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family204-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Family204-1.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ma, put the camera down! I'm trying to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family192-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Family192-1.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm...if I'm really sneaky, maybe I can get this block from the nursery into my diaper bag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family180-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Family180-1.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;These teeth are good for something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family151-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Family151-1.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is one of her favorite things lately. Since she's dicovered her tongue, it's rarely in her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Family092.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another fine example of showing off the tongue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-07-08040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/12-07-08040.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And finally, Christmas card pic 2008. Showing off all eight of those pearly whites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-07-08122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/12-07-08122.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5716142630312065717?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5716142630312065717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5716142630312065717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5716142630312065717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5716142630312065717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesdays-top-ten.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Top Ten'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-1661327405054092058</id><published>2008-12-08T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:38:53.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the World that is Trace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This past Friday I went after I got off of work at 12 to pick up my niece and nephew from school for my sister. My niece was going to her cousin Emma's for the night, and Trace was coming to my house. Now normally picking them up from school is no big deal. They usually say that they've both been great, and they both usually have stickers in their folders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;USUALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not so on Friday. Apparently Friday was Raegan's day to test the limits of the K-4's rule about talking during lunch. It was also apparently her day to pick up her "BEST FRIEND EVER" who is apparently a K-3 student while they were in the bathroom. I don't believe it's a specific rule, but apparently it is frowned upon to pick up K-3 students in the bathroom. In any event, Raegan ended up with 2 demerits, marring a week of demerit free perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me just say, it is not fun to pick up my niece when she has gotten two demerits. It puts me in the "bad guy" position with her, and I do not like it. I guess I've got to get used to that position though considering Alaena is quickly learning to test her limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, I had to drop Raegan off at her house with her dad. I didn't stay long. I didn't want to see her get into trouble. I mean, it wasn't really bad things. After all, she didn't hit the kid, she just picked her up because she was her "BEST FRIEND EVER!" Apparently best friend exuberance isn't appreciated in K-4. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trace rode on with me, and we hadn't even gotten out of the driveway before he said, "I had a good day. I got a sticker. Sissy had a bad day. She had a bad day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now this wasn't said in a cocky tone. He sounded pitiful. He felt so bad that Raegan didn't get a sticker or candy like he did. He may be only 3 years old, but he has more compassion than most adults. Well, he has compassion for his sister at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His love for the deer isn't quite so obvious. My dad is a hunter, and he was out hunting when Trace and I got to the house. This was quite upsetting to Trace because he LOVES his Paw-paw, but I promised that he would see Paw-paw soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When my dad got home, Trace asked him, "Paw-paw, did you shoot deers in the forest?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And my dad told him that he saw some deer, but he didn't shoot any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then Trace said, "Paw-paw, when I get big like you, I'm gonna take my water gun, and shoot me a deer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because apparently water is lethal to deer. Who knew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next morning Trace asked dad to take him to the ocean on the tractor. We live about 5 hours from the nearest ocean, so dad was like, "Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So Trace said, "You know, the ocean in the forest." So our lake has now been upgraded to an ocean. Maybe I should keep this a secret. I don't want Ruffin becoming a hot tourist spot. It ruins it for the locals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So don't tell anybody about the Ruffin ocean okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What funny things happened to you guys over the weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-1661327405054092058?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1661327405054092058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=1661327405054092058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1661327405054092058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1661327405054092058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-in-world-that-is-trace.html' title='Life in the World that is Trace'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3175385691457661756</id><published>2008-12-04T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:34:41.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For this Thursday I give you Thirteen Things I'm wondering about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I'm wondering why I haven't gotten back some wrapping paper that I ordered for a fund raiser back in September (apparently no one has gotten anything back and the guy is contacting the school!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. I'm wondering why in the song, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" there is a line about scary ghost stories. I mean the song is about Christmas, not Halloween. I guess it's possible they are talking about the story, "The Christmas Carol" but I wouldn't consider that a scary ghost story. So still I wonder if they just put the line in the song just because they couldn't think of any other line to put there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. I'm also wondering why in the song, "Up on the Housetop" poor little Will got a hammer and lots of tacks. Maybe I'm too modernized, but I just can't imagine that at any time in history tacks were considered the best gift ever by any child. I feel a little sorry for Will myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. That brings me to the song, "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas." First I wonder why someone would actually want a Hippopotamus for Christmas enough to write a song about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Then I wonder how many children have pitched super tantrums to their parents begging for a Hippopotamus for Christmas since this song was written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. I also wonder if anybody likes the song, "The Little Drummer Boy" Now, I have heard that Mandisa has a great version of it, but I'm talking about the original slow, seemingly eternal version of "The Little Drummer Boy" where these shrieky sopranos say, "Cooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeee they told meeeeeeeeeeeee, Par Rum, pum, pum, pummmmmmmmmmmm" while the basses in the background go, "Pum, pum, pum, pum" I really have never gotten this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Now I'm kinda wondering why I listen to so much Christmas music I don't understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. And I wonder if any of the rest of you have turned your radios to the 24/7 Christmas music station in your area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Or if any of the rest of you have been seen going down the highway belting out, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. I'm also wondering when I'm ever gonna find time to get Alaena's pictures taken so I can send out Christmas cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. And when I'm gonna find time to wrap gifts (especially considering I haven't gotten my wrapping paper yet, see #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Then I wonder if the Christmas play at church is going to come together before December 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. Then I wonder why I'm wondering about all of this stuff. And why I'm not just taking time to enjoy this wonderful season. So that's what I'm gonna do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do all of you have on your minds today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3175385691457661756?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3175385691457661756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3175385691457661756' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3175385691457661756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3175385691457661756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-1625220945194675792</id><published>2008-12-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:52:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Things Into Her Own Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hardly believe that Thanksgiving is now behind us, and we are charging toward Christmas full steam ahead. Last weekend was spent by most of my family members putting up the Christmas decorations, getting the ornaments on trees just right and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, at my house the ornaments were added to the tree. My sister had no such luck. Her husband had put the ornament box in the top of their building where only he could get to them, and he was on duty (he's a policeman). So she just put up the tree, figuring he would get the box of ornaments later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The rest of the weekend was busy for them, so the ornaments never got added to the tree. Apparently this distressed my four year old niece a little more than my sister and her husband realized. A fact they discovered on the way home from church Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My niece has hit a prissy stage, and she has begun carrying her little purse everywhere she goes. And it is often filled with random things, from fake lipstick to my nephew's little cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But Sunday night on the way home from church, she told my sister, "Mommy, we can decorate our tree now!" And as she said it, she pulled several icicle ornaments that she had "borrowed" from the Christmas tree at church out of her purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apparently she thought the church's tree was quite overloaded while her tree at home was completely barren of ornaments! Crystal of course told her that she shouldn't take stuff, but I'm pretty sure she had a hard time not laughing while she was doing so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-1625220945194675792?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1625220945194675792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=1625220945194675792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1625220945194675792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1625220945194675792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-things-into-her-own-hands.html' title='Taking Things Into Her Own Hands'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3173967742689995305</id><published>2008-12-01T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:18:13.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Number Picker Says the Winner Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, as promised today is the day that I announce the big winner of the giveaway, and the winner is...Crystal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I promise, there was no partiality in this drawing. I simply put everyone's names in order of how they were given, and her number was the one randomly drawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks for all the participation. And keep looking out for more giveaways. I may just do this again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3173967742689995305?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3173967742689995305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3173967742689995305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3173967742689995305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3173967742689995305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-number-picker-says-winner-is.html' title='Random Number Picker Says the Winner Is...'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7874092250043999711</id><published>2008-11-19T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:55:27.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My cousin Christy started something on &lt;a href="http://brunettebrain.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back called Tuesday's Top Ten. So, I'll go with her on this one, and today I give you the top ten things that will bring certain death to your cell phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Dropping a phone in a swimming pool. Now, one of the great things about cell phones is that you can use them anywhere, but if you happen to put your cell phone in a towel, be sure to tell someone it's there before they pick up the towel to use it and sling your cell phone into the pool. (This happened to my mom's cell phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Dropping a phone into an electrical pipe that holds wire. Now the phone may still be usable, but you will not get it back. Due to the fact that you could possibly be electrocuted in the retrieval. (This happened to my brother's cell phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Dropping a cell phone into a man-hole that is filled with rain water. The nasty gross rain water will surely ruin your phone quickly. (Also, to my brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Snapping your phone in anger over something the person you are talking to said. (My brother, again, do you see a pattern here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Dropping your cell phone into a toilet. Now this is completely avoidable, NO ONE should talk on a phone in the bathroom. (My brother however doesn't adhere to this rule. Hence the toilet water ruined phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Dropping a phone in a dog's bowl. This doesn't cause immediate death, but it will shorten your batteries life, and you will barely be able to get one call through without recharging your phone! (My niece did this to my phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Throwing your cell phone against a brick wall (my cousin did this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Allowing a three year old that your are babysitting to remain alone in the room with your phone. Especially if said three year old has anger issues and didn't want you to leave the room. (This happened to my sister in law's phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Washing your cell phone in the washing machine. Again, no immediate death, but a short life is predicted for your phone. (My sister in law did this to my brother's phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Spilling corn on your phone. This results in immediate button death. Apparently corn juice has more lethal powers over phones than water. (This happened to my phone last week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The upside of cell phone death? Getting a new cell phone. Thankfully, I got a really good deal on mine. Have any of you ever had a cell phone ruined somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And a reminder, there are only five more days to enter the &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggy-giveaway.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GIVEAWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be sure to get your name in by the 30th!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7874092250043999711?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7874092250043999711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7874092250043999711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7874092250043999711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7874092250043999711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesdays-top-ten.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Top Ten'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7999101456877418121</id><published>2008-11-14T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:43:54.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bloggy Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2EsaOM1OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AnboVZDVahI/s1600-h/Snowflake+Body+Wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268513037581341922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2EsaOM1OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AnboVZDVahI/s400/Snowflake+Body+Wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well guys, in the spirit of the soon approaching Christmas season, I have decided to do a bloggy give away. I will be giving away a &lt;a href="http://shop.beauticontrol.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CategoryDisplay?storeId=10551&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;catalogId=10551&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=44206&amp;amp;categoryId=44207&amp;amp;productId=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beauti Control Snowflake Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It will include the Snowflake Body Wash pictured above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2BjqcVsFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q5IDA87jZbo/s1600-h/Snowflake+Body+Wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268509588781903954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2BjqcVsFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q5IDA87jZbo/s400/Snowflake+Body+Wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snowflake Body Polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2CsExcvpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TxAhBB7ooS8/s1600-h/Snowflake+Body+Polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268510832800349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2CsExcvpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TxAhBB7ooS8/s400/Snowflake+Body+Polish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Snowflake Body Creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2D2sdXBrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/k84s-zgBLB8/s1600-h/Snowflake+Lip+Conditioner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268512114763826866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2D2sdXBrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/k84s-zgBLB8/s400/Snowflake+Lip+Conditioner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Snowflake Lip Conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2E77tuO5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/x0FBBl8T3iI/s1600-h/Snowflake+Show+Of+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268513304269962130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2E77tuO5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/x0FBBl8T3iI/s400/Snowflake+Show+Of+Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the Snowflake Show of Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All you have to do for a chance to win this giveaway is go to &lt;a href="http://www.beautipage.com/heather_smith/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;my Beauti Control Page&lt;/a&gt; and come back and leave a comment about one item you might like! Also, if you mention this giveaway on your blog and let me know, you'll get two entries! Entries will be taken until November 30, and I'll announce the winner on December 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Added note, also, if you could leave your email address in the comments so that I can contact you if you win, I would appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7999101456877418121?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7999101456877418121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7999101456877418121' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7999101456877418121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7999101456877418121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggy-giveaway.html' title='A Bloggy Giveaway'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/SR2EsaOM1OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AnboVZDVahI/s72-c/Snowflake+Body+Wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-1930454818210593206</id><published>2008-11-13T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:22:47.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today I present to you Thirteen random thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I'm really into the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this season. I DO NOT like Vicky though. She is EVIL. I really hope she gets voted off soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Alaena has recently learned that she can put her arms through her crib and reach the Diaper Champ. I'm trying to double and triple check that I don't leave any diapers sitting in the top because apparently 9 month olds don't know you shouldn't play with diapers (thank God she hasn't gotten any dirty ones!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. I just found out that my friend Christa is having a little boy. So exciting, a future hubby for Alaena! LOL! Seriously though, I'm really excited for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Not only that, but my friend &lt;a href="http://farleydiary.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having a girl so Alaena gets a best friend and a hubby all within a couple of months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. I'm seriously glad I have friends having babies because that means I have someone to share the baby wealth with. People were seriously generous when I had my baby showers for Alaena. But now that she's outgrowing stuff, I am quite short on storage space. So they are getting the mother load of stuff, Christa will get the neutral stuff of course. For some reason she didn't feel her little boy needed a pink swing! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. I went the other day to buy my dress for my friend Leah B's wedding in June. We're on a downswing of the bridesmaid thing I think. Only a few single friends left. But this actually was a pretty dress, AND I got to buy it 2 sizes smaller than the one in the wedding I was in BEFORE I was pregnant, so I'm very excited. That means all those salads are paying off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Not only have I been eating salads, but I have been working out on the &lt;a href="http://us.wii.com/soft_wiifit.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wii Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which really makes working out fun, but I have been bad this week because when Alaena was sick I got out of the groove of daily workouts. I've got to get back in the groove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Speaking of groove, for Christmas I asked for the Dance, Dance Revolution game, so that I would have a variety of work out options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. I also asked for the &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=9107977&amp;amp;st=jillian+michaels&amp;amp;type=product&amp;amp;id=1218024214057" target="_blank"&gt;Jillian Michaels&lt;/a&gt; game because after watching her on the Biggest Loser, I seriously think her workout would really whip me into shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Of course, I may not need all of these workout things because chasing Alaena around is becoming quite the workout in and of itself. She is pulling herself up walking around stuff, and she is INTO EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. Because she is into everything, she has learned the words, "No, no!" And she is doing her part to teach them to my dog Colby. She chases him around going, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Poor Colby, but he loves her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Because my child is so hyper, I am looking for active toys for Christmas, in order for her to put her energies into something that it's okay for her to get into!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. And believe it or not, it's not even Thanksgiving yet, and I am almost done Christmas shopping. Now this may not be amazing to you in any way, but I have never finished shopping before the week of Christmas. This is truly a momentous occasion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, what's been going on with all of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-1930454818210593206?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1930454818210593206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=1930454818210593206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1930454818210593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1930454818210593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-thirteen_13.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-1811949553437113971</id><published>2008-11-06T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:17:33.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Being that I'm trying to get back into this funny blog thing, I figured what better way than with a Thursday Thirteen? So here is a Thursday Thirteen about trying to hook three car seats into the back seat of one small sized SUV...if ever you have to do this, well, GOOD LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. My niece Raegan and nephew Trace went to mine and my parent's house last night because both their mom and dad had to be out of town for work today. They were very excited about going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Alaena has moved to a big girl car seat out of the infant car seat, which is a very important detail. Because the big girl car seat takes up more room than the infant car seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Raegan and Trace are both in the big booster seat type of car seats, the kind that recline and have cup holders and all. You know, the ones that take up a lot of room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. We got Raegan's seat in the middle beside Alaena's seat which is on the passenger's side and got Raegan buckled up. All seemed to be going well, seemed is the key word here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. We then tried to put Trace's seat in behind the driver's seat. There was one tiny problem. It was hanging halfway off the seat and out the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. So we tried to move Raegan's seat over, but it wouldn't budge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Then we came up with the brilliant (read very stupid) plan to unbuckle Raegan's seat and slide it forward a bit in order to buckle Trace's seat because there was plenty of room for all three seats, we just shouldn't have buckled Raegan before placing the seats, or so we thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Well, we got Trace in and buckled then began the grueling task of buckling Raegan's seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Now, I should note that the buckles in my back seat are very oddly placed which makes them tough to buckle even without a mac daddy car seat in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. We tried everything, we held Raegan forward while trying to snap the seat belt, at which point she said, "Umm, somebody is hurting me, could you stop?" Since we didn't want to hurt her, we stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. So Crystal hops into the back of the SUV and tries to force the seat belt in from that angle (because we couldn't reach it from the front or the sides because Alaena and Trace were both in their seats buckled in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Crystal couldn't get it from that angle either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. So finally my dad comes to the rescue. He tells Raegan to hop out of her seat grabs the seat and puts it in the back of my car. Buckles Raegan into the seat belt and tells her to sit still. So we drove illegally from the church to my house, but I made Raegan get back in her seat on the way to school in the morning. I don't think she minded because she kept saying, "Are you sure the police aren't gonna get me?" on the way home last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I said, if ever you have to face such an adventure, I wish you well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-1811949553437113971?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1811949553437113971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=1811949553437113971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1811949553437113971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/1811949553437113971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3930245633031941238</id><published>2008-11-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:09:18.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be Funny Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I haven't been funny in quite a long while. Life has gotten insanely hectic in the last year since becoming a mom, but I really want to start this blog back, so I can share some stories from the funny moments of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This past Sunday was a pretty special day in my family. My niece Raegan got baptized. This has been something she's gone back and forth being excited about and scared about, but she was determined she was ready to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And let me tell you, when she came into Christmas play practice Sunday afternoon, the child was prepared for her baptizing during the evening service. She had on Ariel swimming goggles, and hand and foot flippers. She told me she was going to wear them to get baptized, and she was dead serious. My sister had to inform her that no she would not be wearing the swimming gear to be baptized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So my niece went into the baptismal pool with a bit of apprehension about getting water in her eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But no worries, she came out with a huge smile on her face and informed my sister that she "liked this baptizing thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.christianclips.com/videos/funny/Cannon_Ball_Baptism" target="'_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a baptism laugh. I'm just saying that my mom and dad would have KILLED ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://christianclips.com/misc/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="420" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="file=http://christianclips.com/uploads/461cad4bb13f27874ad4ca1c342470fa_baptism.flv&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=false&amp;amp;showfsbutton=true&amp;amp;fullscreenpage=http://christianclips.com/fullscreen/index.html&amp;amp;overstretch=true&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=350&amp;amp;image=http://christianclips.com/uploads/thumbs/&amp;amp;backcolor=0xffffff&amp;amp;frontcolor=0x000000&amp;amp;lightcolor=0x000000&amp;amp;showdigits=true&amp;amp;bufferlength=5&amp;amp;fsreturnpage=http://christianclips.com/videos/funny/Cannon_Ball_Baptism" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianclips.com/"&gt;Courtesy of ChristianClips.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3930245633031941238?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3930245633031941238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3930245633031941238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3930245633031941238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3930245633031941238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/trying-to-be-funny-again.html' title='Trying to be Funny Again'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3481848105520645874</id><published>2008-10-09T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:51:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/SDC10053.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3481848105520645874?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3481848105520645874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3481848105520645874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3481848105520645874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3481848105520645874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5456278381802316532</id><published>2007-08-09T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:30:39.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Name That Brand Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got to thinking the other day about how we get to know brands by their taglines, so for each tagline listed here, name that brand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. "Makes Mouths Happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. "Zoom Zoom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. "We work hard so you don't have to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. "Gimme a break!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. "We didn't invent the chicken, just the chicken sandwich" also "Eat More Chicken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. "You're in Good Hands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. "Bet you can't eat just one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. "Have it your way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. "Real. Comfortable. Jeans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. "I'm free to do what I want, any old time!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. "It's the Network!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. "Eat Fresh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. "Fast, effective heartburn relief with calcium. Something your body needs anyway!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;/span"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5456278381802316532?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5456278381802316532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5456278381802316532' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5456278381802316532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5456278381802316532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-487527475128385852</id><published>2007-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:03:45.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Wonder Why Some Things Run in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Something happened the other day that made me remember some funny times of when I was a youngster. Actually it's more about when my brother was a youngster. See, when he was 2, 3, 4 years old, my mom had the hardest time keeping clothes on the boy. It was very rare to see him in more than a diaper (or later on his big boy undies.) (Yeah, he's gonna totally kill me for this post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, if he could get out of mom's sight long enough, he'd lose the diaper or undies too. And then he'd run streaking through the house. His favorite place to stand? In front of our COMPLETELY GLASS screen door. Yeah, he was an early exhibitionist. Fortunately he eventually realized that showing his stuff to the world wasn't the best idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But he apparently passed his bad habit on unknowingly. The other night my niece came to revival and informed me that, "Buddy got nek-i-nit in his crib." My sister's translation of this funny bit of information was that when she had gone to get my nephew up from his nap, she found him completely naked. Diaper, shorts and shirt thrown over the side of the crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I see days of chasing a young streaker around the house in my sister's future. Fortunately for her she has chain locks on her front door that my nephew can't reach. So at least he won't be on display for the whole neighborhood like his bad example of an uncle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-487527475128385852?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/487527475128385852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=487527475128385852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/487527475128385852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/487527475128385852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-gotta-wonder-why-some-things-run-in.html' title='You Gotta Wonder Why Some Things Run in the Family'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6506469614887769875</id><published>2007-05-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:10:56.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know This Is Mean But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Did anybody else laugh out loud when Miss USA fell last night at the Miss Universe pageant? I don't normally watch the pageant, but it took place in Mexico, and when I tuned in they were showing sites near where I'm going last week. Then of course I was caught up in it and had to see where USA stood in the rankings. (She ended up at 4th runner up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I'm totally klutzy, and I totally would've done the same thing. But I just had to laugh because you expect them to be so perfect! Okay, I'll be nicer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6506469614887769875?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6506469614887769875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6506469614887769875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6506469614887769875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6506469614887769875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-this-is-mean-but.html' title='I Know This Is Mean But...'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5808511572734811410</id><published>2007-05-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:17:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and Their Amazing Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I was little, my mom always told me, "You hear what you want to hear." You know the whole, I heard her when it was good for me, ignored her when it was bad. I think it could be better said that I heard everything, I just filtered out the useless junk (read the stuff that talked about me getting into trouble.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But amazingly, at the most opportune times, I could pull the information that she thought I'd never heard out of the recesses of my brain and quote her word for word. Unfortunately, this resulted in my being called a smart mouth. (Which I think is a total contradicting statement, by the way. I mean all your life parents pushed you to be smarter, then when you said something that showed your "smartness," they used it against you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, my niece, Raegan, has already gained this lovely ability. And I must say that her use of it will probably excel mine by far. Of course she has the normal symptoms, you know, not hearing when her mom tells her to pick up toys or to sit in timeout for 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But last Wednesday night she showed an amazing talent. See, there has been a Ralph Sexton revival going on here in Greensboro. For the last two weeks my church has taken our Wednesday night service to the revival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This past Wednesday, Raegan was getting a little out of hand. So my sister did what all good Christian parents do. She pulled Raegan into her lap and told her that the preacher was trying to tell everybody about Jesus, and that if Raegan didn't calm down, nobody would be able to learn about Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Without missing a beat, my niece turned to my sister and said, "Mommy, he isn't talking about Jesus. He's talking about hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Apparently my niece was listening better than my sister! So, the next time you think you're little one isn't hearing you or anything going on around you. Beware, because your words can come back to haunt you in the most unexpected ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5808511572734811410?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5808511572734811410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5808511572734811410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5808511572734811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5808511572734811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/kids-and-their-amazing-ears.html' title='Kids and Their Amazing Ears'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-4863854004757919581</id><published>2007-05-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:41:27.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See NO Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, I saw this little test at &lt;a href="http://shalees.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shalee's blog&lt;/a&gt; and I figured since I'm getting &lt;a href="http://kissesofsunshine.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;so much grief&lt;/a&gt; about NOT posting, that I'll make two posts in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I totally agree with these results. I even have my halo hanging up here at work on my cubicle, no seriously, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/angelic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I suggest you all go out and take this test, just to see if you're you know, as angelic as I am or utterly evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-4863854004757919581?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4863854004757919581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=4863854004757919581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4863854004757919581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4863854004757919581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/see-no-evil.html' title='See NO Evil'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7981760469032920245</id><published>2007-05-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T05:00:46.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>8 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://www.simplydawnmarie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dawn at Whispers of Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; tagged everybody who read her blog to list 8 random things about themselves, then &lt;a href="http://kissesofsunshine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gibee from Kisses of Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to do 7 random things so I'm gonna do a little combo of both requests here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here are the rules she listed: Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things and post these rules. At the end of your blog you need to tag 8 people and post their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So here's the randomness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. I only like pretty tissue boxes. Preferably ones with purple or pink or some pretty bright colors on them. I hate the dull looking boxes at funeral homes, and ever since I was but a youngster I wanted to color the white tissue boxes at the doctor's offices so they'd be prettier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. I chew straws after I am done using them. This is apparently a family habit because my dad does it, my sister does it, and my brother does it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. I still have a few coloring books and some crayons at my house, even though I'm 24 years old. Sometimes when I'm really bored or if I'm stressed, I'll color for something to do or get my mind off of the craziness of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. Ever since I was but a youngster I've made up little songs about my pets that I sing to them. I don't know what triggered this, but eventually I started writing actual songs that made since, so apparently I've always had the writer thing in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. I put hot mustard on McDonald's Sausage and Gravy biscuits. It doesn't LOOK all that appetizing, but IT. IS. DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. I believe from the bottom of my heart that a smoothie just isn't a smoothie unless it has bananas in it. My sister tells me I'm totally wrong about this. But I'll stand by my thoughts and if I order a smoothie, it will be with bananas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. I can pretty much quote any Judy Garland movie. Especially Summer Stock, Meet Me in St Louis, and The Harvey Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. I'm not pregnant! No, I shouldn't be for those of you who are wondering, but when I went to the doctor the other day they made me take a pregnancy test even though I told them there was NO CHANCE I was pregnant. I'm never "on schedule" but they wouldn't believe that. Just wanted me to take the test, so rather than argue with them all day, I did it just to make them happy. And guess what, I. WAS. RIGHT! DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now I have not a clue who to tag. If you haven't told about your randomness, share all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7981760469032920245?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7981760469032920245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7981760469032920245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7981760469032920245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7981760469032920245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-random-facts.html' title='8 Random Facts'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6911791805707082570</id><published>2007-05-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T05:16:00.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Things About My Honduras Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. The camera on my phone decided to stop working while I was in the Atlanta airport last Monday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. This wouldn't have been such a bad thing, but I saw the poster child for the phrase, "It takes all types to make the world go 'round." Honestly, this man had on orange sandals; orange, yellow, and pink plaid pants; a pink, blue and purple striped shirt; an orange undershirt; glasses that had hot pink frames, one handle blue and one handle purple; and to top it all off a straw hat complete with purple flowers. So why of all days would my camera decide not to work on the day I saw that man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. After having a little laugh (oh, admit it, you would've laughed too!) I got on a flight to San Pedro Sula, Honduras. I got a row of three seats to myself. So I stretched out while reading then while watching the in-flight movie, which honestly I can't remember the name of but which was really strange and I probably would never buy it for myself (If I remembered the name of it that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. After 3 1/2 hours we landed in Honduras. Talk about HOT. Especially considering it had been 40 degrees when I left Greensboro that morning. It was over 100 degrees there. And HUMID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. The night before we arrived there had been an unexpected drenching rain in San Pedro Sula, so we had to make our way through flooded streets. All I could think of were all those severe weather training courses I have to take here at my work and how they warn you over and over to never drive through standing water. Well, that rule was out the window!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. We went to the plant and worked from there, but I'm sure you don't want to hear those &lt;strike&gt;boring&lt;/strike&gt; extremely exciting details. After work we checked into The Hilton Princess San Pedro Sula. Pretty nice place!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. That night we went to a restraunt called Pat's. It was a pretty great steakhouse, however, I started feeling a bit queasy that night (and still do) I'm blaming their salad. Why, oh why did I eat the salad? Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. Tuesday was more work and little play. Though we did go to a great restraunt with outdoor seating that night called Don Udo's. They played 70's, 80's, and 90's American music. The guy who drove us around all week said that Hondurans LOVE American music. And why shouldn't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. Wednesday was a LONG day. We worked until about 6:30 Honduras time. That was 8:30 my time. I was dead on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. We went straight to a restraunt called the Copantl from the plant. This was an outdoor restraunt on top of a seven story hotel. The view was amazing, and I got so caught up in it that I almost forgot how tired I was. Plus I had me a virgin Pina Colada. (Yes virgin, no rum for me!) It was yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. Thursday we went to make sure that the guys at the finishing location had the program down. They did, and I was told that I communicated well in Spanish. Who'da thunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. We went back to the Copantl that night because we were all too tired to think about a new place to go, and it was the best place we'd gone. We watched several brush fires breakout on the hillsides surrounding San Pedro Sula. According to driver guy there are constantly fires there because it is so dry (unless of course they have some freakish unexpected rainstorm that you know floods the streets!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. Friday we flew back home, or at least we tried to. The flight from Atlanta to San Pedro Sula was delayed, and we didn't take off until an hour and a half late. Then we were running low on fuel, so the pilot decided to stop in Montgomery, Alabama rather than try to make it back to Atlanta. This would have been fine except for the fact that while in Montgomery we were informed that there were MAJOR storms in Atlanta and we couldn't land there, so we had to wait out the storm in Montgomery. Again this would've been fine, but Montgomery doesn't have customs, so we couldn't leave the plane. Four hours I sat on this plane. At least I had three seats to myself again (where I had enjoyed the movie "The Road to Tarabithia" on the flight home.) Two hours into our wait we were informed that the storms were passing, but that our pilot's time had run out so we had to wait while another pilot was flown in. To make a long story short, we landed in Atlanta after midnight. The one good thing about that was that customs lines were pretty much non-existent! Then they shipped us to a hotel where we were given reduced rates. Bless their hearts! They gave me a reduced rate to a room that when I walked in had one unmade bed, towels and condom wrappers on the bathroom floor, and the stench of cigarette smoke. Unfortunately I had been given THE LAST room at the lovely Ramada Inn South Atlanta. So I piled up my clothes on the unmade bed and slept on top of them because I'm telling you, I wasn't trying to touch anything in that place!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So to sum it all up, Honduras was great. Atlanta not so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6911791805707082570?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6911791805707082570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6911791805707082570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6911791805707082570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6911791805707082570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-thirteen_17.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7424492642302607463</id><published>2007-05-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:01:27.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I haven't posted here in forever, so I decided to make this Thursday Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Random Things About My Life Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. I leave for Honduras on Monday morning. And I'm thankful for the extra sleep I'm gonna get since we have a 7:20 AM flight rather than a 6:00 AM flight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. This is a work trip, not a pleasure trip, though I do love the fact that I get to go for free because I love to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. Since I'm going to be gone my cousin Tracy, who is my roomate, will be looking after my cat. It's her job to make sure he doesn't discover the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. Which reminds me, I haven't told you about the duck. At Easter time, Tracy brought home a duck and named it Pippin. She tried her best to convince me to buy a chick and name it Merry, so that we could do the whole "Chandler and Joey" chick and duck thing. I didn't cave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. Fortunately it's warm outside now, so the duck is happily splashing in his wading pool in a little fenced in area of the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. This doesn't make Tracy's dog Elly very happy! She liked having the duck in a box in the bathroom where she could go in and make sure he was still there every five minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. Speaking of Elly, she has woken me in the midst of the night a few times this week by barking loudly at the bay window. This is not her norm, and Tracy and I have yet to figure out what or who she is barking at, this is a bit unnerving because she normally sleeps all night. We're hoping there isn't a crazy stalker near our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. I'm not so-so worried about it though.  Basically because worrying doesn't do any good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. But I can't help but worry just a little bit today because my Grandpa Smith went into the hospital last night with chest pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. I'm praying for him though, and I know he's in God's hands, so I'm trying not to stress it! But I would appreciate your prayers as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. Other than all that stuff I've just been doing laundry (I had like an entire mountain of it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. I also had to clean my bathroom and bedroom because there's gonna be a Pampered Chef party at my house tonight. Yummy food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. Oh yeah, and I'm dreading packing for next week's trip. I REALLY don't like packing, just travelling. I need to be rich with servants who will pack my stuff, but such is life! LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What's been going on with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7424492642302607463?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7424492642302607463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7424492642302607463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7424492642302607463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7424492642302607463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6791025481519962508</id><published>2007-03-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:00:59.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Things I Need to Do Before Travelling to Mexico on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. Get some springy type shirts, I only have sweaters and things. I'm pretty sure that I won't need a sweater down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. Find out if my cell phone will work down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. Clean my house, I haven't had a chance since I returned from Kansas City last week because I went to South Carolina over the weekend then had to stay with my sister Tuesday night, then had church last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. Get a lot of training materials completed to take with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. Buy some bottled water. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times, that I don't need to drink the water down there. Okay, I'm listening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. Learn to like lukewarm drinks because apparently I don't need to trust the ice made from the water either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. Try to get my hair trimmed. My style needs to be shaped up in a bad way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. Leave instructions for several things that HAVE to be done here in Greensboro while I'm working in Mexico next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. Do some cross-training with my co-worker so he can work on the instructions above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. Try to decide how much stuff I want to pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. Find some comfortable shoes that I will be allowed to wear in our sewing facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. Buy some food for my cat so he won't starve to death next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. GET A LOT OF SLEEP because I have to fly out EARLY Monday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6791025481519962508?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6791025481519962508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6791025481519962508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6791025481519962508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6791025481519962508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen_22.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-3023296463672992085</id><published>2007-03-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:40:31.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit With Shalee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, as promised, I'm gonna rehash my visit with &lt;a href="http://shalees.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shalee&lt;/a&gt; here today! Of course if you have read her version, you already know that we truly despised each other, and all the talking, and laughing, and more talking was merely for show. I mean she did have children after all, we couldn't be rude in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Especially when they were so entertaining and polite. Her son filled me in on everything about "Lego Star Wars." I mean, how else would I have ever learned that stuff? I had to laugh at "Mr. Right" because he was just a tad jealous of his son because he had discovered Star Wars at the young age of 7. Apparently Star Wars didn't come out until "Mr. Right" was around 10, so his son has three years on him there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Honestly though, Shalee has two of the most well behaved children I've ever seen. She and her husband only had to say something once in a normal tone of voice, and those two would listen in a flash. There's a lot of love and respect between those kids and their parents. You can just tell.  And, AND, when the two got into a bit of a tiff on the trampoline, Shalee spoke to them for a minute, and the two apologized and MEANT it. Now, it's not that tough to get a kid to BEGRUDINGLY say, "I'm sorry." But to have them mean it, now that takes a motherly kind of gift. A gift that Shalee truly has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, I won't share all the things we talked about because Shalee has some pretty great suprises coming out on her blog in the next few months. Just trust me on this, you need to keep up with what she's saying there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Other things I won't share because well, "ahem" I would just have to blush being the single girl I am! LOL! Suffice it to say many laughs were shared, and I was able to tolerate my time in the beautiful Kansas weather fairly well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then I was tied up and dragged to the basement and forced to watch American Idol. A show that, if  you've read this blog before you know that I hate. (Riiiiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttt!) Then Shalee had the audacity to steal the words right out my mouth and say the exact things I was thinking after EVERY. SINGLE. CONTESTANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How rude is that? I mean to steal your own guests words. COME ON! And then I had to eat pie AND drink coffee. I mean that must show you that Shalee is like the most awful person in the world, and her husband was right there in on the whole thing. (Seriously though, the pie was GREAT, and like Shalee's daughter said, you couldn't taste any burnt part! And the fact that I can't really de-seed apples didn't even matter. Yeah, I'm sticking with strawberry things or hiring someone to peel and de-seed my apples!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, after the torture of American Idol and pie were over, I was forced to take a picture with my captor for the evening. (Which by the way I need copies of because being the dummy I am, I forgot my camera!) Then I was given a ride back to my hotel where more laughing (to keep up appearances of course) was done. Then I was invited back to their house for Wednesday night, but I wasn't able to go! Phew!!! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In all seriousness (which totally goes against the name of this blog!) I had a great time, and I'm so glad that I got to meet Shalee and Mr. Right and their two great kids! It was a blessing I needed during a hectic week of work! The dinner was great, the conversations were hilarious, and the hugs were welcomed! Pretty much it was a hit! If YOU ever get the chance to meet Shalee, you should, after all, maybe you'll like her better than I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-3023296463672992085?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3023296463672992085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=3023296463672992085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3023296463672992085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/3023296463672992085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/visit-with-shalee.html' title='A Visit With Shalee'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-4488224005611088362</id><published>2007-03-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:28:23.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Thirteen'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Things That MUST Be Said (Even though it's Friday and I was supposed to post this on Thursday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. AMERICAN IDOL is a singing competition people. That means you vote for the people who can ACTUALLY sing. Not the person that you think is nice or whatever. Yes, I hate it that people will be sad when they leave the show, but I also hate having my ears tortured by AWFUL singing week after week because some people are getting pity votes. There, I've said my piece about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. It's Friday, which means I get off of work at 12! I just had to say that because I'm happy about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. I get to meet this &lt;a href="http://shalees.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;funny lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next week! Is that exciting or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. I'm so glad that &lt;a href="http://brunettebrain.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my cousin Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has rejoined the blogging world after an extended absence! She's just such a great blogger, you must visit her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. NC State beat DUKE last night! Now, I'm not really an NC State Fan, but I will pull for them if they aren't playing the Tarheels. And I'm glad when ANYBODY beats Duke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. Actually the first four games in the ACC tournament yesterday were upsets, leaving people around here saying that it truly is March MADNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. The Tarheels play at noon today! I will be very caught up in that game! Go HEELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. Daylight Savings is this weekend, which means we lose an hour of sleep. This usually doesn't bother me that bad, but I have to be at the airport by 4:30 Monday morning (how UNGODLY of an hour is that?). But my body is going to THINK it's 3:30 making it that much more UNGODLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. But that's okay because I LOVE to fly, and I want to go to Kansas City because after all, if I didnt' go to Kansas City, I couldn't meet Shalee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. I'm taking a Karen Kingsbury book with me on the plane, which probably means I also need to take some tissues because well, if you can read one of her books and not cry you can't be human! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. I hope not to cry too hard though because, well, I don't want to look like a freak with red, puffy eyes when I meet the people at our Kansas City office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. I'm taking my Wii with me so I can excercise at night. I don't want to lose my boxing abilities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. I'm completely out of thoughts right now, so I'm gonna go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-4488224005611088362?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4488224005611088362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=4488224005611088362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4488224005611088362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4488224005611088362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5312960741036247524</id><published>2007-02-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:26:49.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Predicitions About American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, I admit it, I'm an American Idol-aholic, these are my early thoughts about this year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. If Tuesday night shows any sign of what the guys future singing will be like, I believe they will be out of the running early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. That isn't to say that I didn't like ANY of the guys, just that so many girls were SO good last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. I believe Sanjaya might go home tonight, though I honestly think his performance Tuesday night may have been a work of sabotage by his sister (who picked his song, after SHE didn't make it past Hollywood, kinda funny huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. I think that Paul Kim should go home, I've never really cared for him from the beginning, and I really don't like feet, so the fact that he sings barefoot is just weird to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. My early favorite is Phil Stacey (the bald guy with big eyes) on the guys side, I also liked Blake Lewis (the ever famous beat-boxer who surprised us with a great voice on a ballad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. Stephanie Edwards is an early non-favorite for me, not due to the fact that she can't sing. I thought her vocal abilities were good, but I hate it when people drop to their knees on stage, and she did this on her VERY first performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. As far as that didn't impress me with their vocal abilities, I would have to say Antonella Barba and Leslie Hunt were the absolute worst for me. Though there were a few others that just didn't have rememberable enough performances for me to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. Jordin Sparks is a young girl, but she CAN FLAT WAIL! Loved her last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. I also liked Melinda Doolittle, the former back-up singer who proved last night that she totally deserves a place in the spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. But MY ABSOLUTE favorite OVERALL is Lakisha Jones, the single mom who worked at a bank before this stint on American Idol. She is humility all over, and as Simon said, she sang last night on a totally different level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. After watching last night's show, I don't think this year will be a bit boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. I have a feeling that maybe the guys will try to bring it next week (I hope so anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. I guess we'll know by tomorrow who will be going back to their day jobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5312960741036247524?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5312960741036247524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5312960741036247524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5312960741036247524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5312960741036247524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5487568860179824056</id><published>2007-02-20T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:30:56.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, So I've Been Told I'm Not Funny Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My sister complained to me yesterday that I never post here anymore, and she's right. My time has been spread thin, and I've not had a chance to post on both of my blogs. So I chose to post to the devotional one rather than this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But since my sister whined about me not posting, I'll give you a little tidbit to laugh at today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;About a month back I purchased a Nintendo Wii. It's a lot of fun, and actually pretty good excercise. (If you don't believe me, try the boxing, if your arms don't hurt the next morning, let me know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, my niece wanted to try it. She just turned three. Let me tell you, if you ever want to see something funny, watch a three year old play a Wii. IT IS HILARIOUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She wanted to play the Cars movie game, because she LOVES the movie cars. Now it's kind of tough even for an adult to play, but I figured she would have just as much fun racing around everywhere anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wasn't disappointed. She slammed Lightning McQueen into every wall on that track. But the funniest thing was that she kept saying, "No, Lightning, you're not supposed to go over there." Then she'd jerk the remote the opposite way and slam him into a tree on the other side of the track, and so on and so on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5487568860179824056?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5487568860179824056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5487568860179824056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5487568860179824056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5487568860179824056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-so-ive-been-told-im-not-funny.html' title='Okay, So I&apos;ve Been Told I&apos;m Not Funny Anymore'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-4274030835004376964</id><published>2007-02-08T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T05:58:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons It's A Really Great Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. Jesus loves me (He loves me every day, so really every day is a great day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. It's almost Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. My cat didn't hide my keys this morning (for more info on this go &lt;a href="http://heathersrollercoasterlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/build-your-altars-altar-of-prayer.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;4. I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.selahonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CD yesterday! It's one of their older CD's that I had at one time and my brother took and now can't find! It's a GREAT CD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://tarheelblue.cstv.com/sports/m-baskbl/recaps/020707aaa.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The TARHEELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beat the Blue Devils last night! Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. God gave me the lesson I need to teach on Sunday last night while I was reading my Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. It's a beautiful, sunshiney day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. I'm healthy, not a trace of a sniffle or cold! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor14/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starts tonight! I know, I know, I know, but reality TV is addictive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. Grissom also comes back to &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tonight! I'm really glad because he's one of my favorite characters on the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. I'm going to Chuck E. Cheese with my niece and nephew tonight (and their parents of course!) Anytime spent with them is a great time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. We're coming close to the end of the work week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. Oh, and did I mention that CAROLINA beat DUKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-4274030835004376964?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4274030835004376964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=4274030835004376964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4274030835004376964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/4274030835004376964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/thirteen-reasons-its-really-great-day-1.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-8067373043811412273</id><published>2007-01-18T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:34:06.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons North Carolina Has The Most Insane Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. This past Sunday it was 75 degrees here in North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. Meaning it was sunny, warm, just a slight breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. Kind of like a spring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. Instead of a mid-January day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. We wore flip-flops for crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6. Monday was only slightly cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. And Tuesday was a bit cooler still, and the slight breeze turned into a stronger wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8. Yesterday Charlie Chill hit the air in full force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9. It barely got to the 40's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10. This morning I woke up, and it was snowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11. Yes, I said snowing, the ground is covered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12. I like snow, but this is the weirdest week ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13. From flip-flops on Sunday to heavy coat and snow boots on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yep, NC has the weirdest weather ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-8067373043811412273?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8067373043811412273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=8067373043811412273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8067373043811412273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/8067373043811412273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6447826462078999084</id><published>2007-01-09T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:38:01.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Lost Her Car Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't you just love infomercials? Those great extremely long commercials that tell us about the great new products that have been invented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I spent a lot of time watching TV over the last two weeks because I've been sick. And I spent a lot of time at my parent's house, so I watched a lot of TV with my dad. My dad HATES infomercials. Basically because most products out there really didn't require much brain power to invent and are pretty much pointless, but tons of people are willing to pay the obligatory $19.95 to have the "new, amazing" product rushed to their homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For example, there is a new product out there called "My Lil Reminder". This is simply a digital recorder that will record a short message to remind you about things you may forget. For example, on the commercial the lady can't remember where she parked her car, but the "Lil Reminder" changed her life by helping her remember that she parked in blue section, row 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This infomercial is particularly annoying, and everytime it came on dad would groan, "That old lady lost her car AGAIN." Made for a lot of laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are there any really annoying commercials that  you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6447826462078999084?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6447826462078999084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6447826462078999084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6447826462078999084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6447826462078999084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-lost-her-car-again.html' title='She Lost Her Car Again'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-7464437086840301037</id><published>2007-01-08T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:59:20.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought Knee Highs Were for Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday my niece came home from church with my parents. I've been at my parents house since Thursday because I've had the flu. So it was nice to have her come see me since I've been laying around doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If laughter could cure the flu, I'd be fully recovered by now, just let me tell you because she had me in stitches the whole afternoon with her antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But she topped it all off when she put on a pair of my mom's knee highs that she found and started prancing around the living room in them. She thought she was the stuff. I laughed like crazy at her. I guess maybe knee highs aren't just for old ladies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-7464437086840301037?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7464437086840301037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=7464437086840301037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7464437086840301037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/7464437086840301037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-thought-knee-highs-were-for-old.html' title='And I Thought Knee Highs Were for Old Ladies'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-6295547446597103550</id><published>2006-12-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:41:34.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Christmas Traditions My Family Has (or Had in the Past!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. Our whole family loves to sing, so we always go Christmas caroling with the church. Love it, love it. It's so nice to spread Christmas cheer to those who aren't able to get out and enjoy the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. For as long as I can remember I've been a part of the Christmas play or cantata at my church. I even wrote a few of the plays. This is something most of my family takes part in as well. It's fun to see it all come together after all the practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. On Christmas Eve we all go to my Grandma and Grandpa Cockman's house. These are my mom's parents. The family on that side is huge (Mom has 2 brothers and 4 sisters. Plus all of their kids which comes to 16 grandkids in all, plus the grandkids children which stands at 3 right now, plus all the spouses/boyfriends/girlfriends. Just put it this way, there are a LOT of people there. But we always have a fun time catching up with each other.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. Sometime on Christmas Eve my brother and I get together with our cousins Scott, Tracy, Will and Chris to do our gift exchange and to watch, "One More Sleep" better known to the rest of the world as "The Muppet's Christmas Carol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. When we were younger and still lived at home, my sister and I shared a room. My brother had his own room because he was a boy (bum!) But on Christmas Eve mom always made him sleep in our room because he was sneaky, and he would try to get a peek at the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. When we'd wake up on Christmas morning we'd all sit there and talk about what we thought we'd gotten. The rule was we had to wait until at least 5 to wake our parents. As soon as the clock struck five we would all yell together, "Mama, Daddy, wake up. IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. Mom always passed out the gifts. Basically because she was the only one who knew who was supposed to get what. See she'd write names on the packages in tiny print where no one could see it. We spent the weeks before Christmas trying to find our names written on the packages. Sometimes even she couldn't find where she'd put the name on Christmas morning, and she'd give the gift to the wrong one of us. But it just made for more Christmas laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. After we had opened all of our gifts, mom and dad would open their gifts to each other. Of course they always said, "I told you not to get me anything." But they always appreciated the gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. After all the gift giving hullabaloo was over, mom would cook breakfast while we cleaned up all the wrapping paper and put our new stuff in some semblance of order. She usually made fried tenderloin and eggs and biscuits. YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. Dinner has always been at my Grandma and Grandpa Smith's on Christmas day. Between 12 and 1. A huge group of us gather there as well. And lots of laughs are had as we retell stories on one of my aunts and uncles, like the time my uncle went hunting in WHITE jeans, or the time my aunt sat on the porch swing and it just collapsed. Then we all get calm, and my grandpa (who is also my pastor) reads the Christmas story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;11. Christmas afternoon my dad and my brother always go hunting together, usually with my Uncle Joel, my dad's brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. Mom and I usually watch Christmas movies and just veg out watching the Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;13. Then we have Christmas at mom and dad's house when my sister Crystal and her husband RJ join us with their two little ones Raegan and Trace. It's so fun to watch little ones open up their gifts. Mom has passed the gift handing out onto me, and she has started using gift labels, but I miss the days of searching for my name hiddens somewhere in the Christmas writing on the paper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What are some of your family traditions on Christmas? Whatever they are, I hope you enjoy the Christmas season, and take the time to think about the true reason for the season, Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everybody!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-6295547446597103550?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6295547446597103550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=6295547446597103550' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6295547446597103550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/6295547446597103550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/knowing-your-place.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-5782120853053827590</id><published>2006-12-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:54:40.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons Santa Might Have Picked Elves to Help Him Instead of Humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. He was obviously on a power trip. He wanted to stand head and shoulders above his entire work force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. He felt sorry for the elves who made the shoes and wanted to offer them something more fun and less stinky to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. He figured elves wouldn't eat as much so there would be more food for him to eat. After all, you can't stay the big, jolly guy if you are hungry all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. He knew that the elves wouldn't expect health insurance or a retirement plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. He figured no human would want the thankless job of cleaning up after the reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. He knew that if he hired humans they'd be playing with the toys instead of building them (especially if he hired men!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. He figured he'd have a lifetime supply of cookies since the Keebler elves were the experts in cookie making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. He didn't want anybody the same size as him in the North Pole because they might try to overthrow him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. He figured it would add more mystery to his existence and make more people question, "Does he exist or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. He decided he'd never get in trouble over affirmative action because he had hired a complete minority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;11. He had tons of extra doll clothes and needed to hire someone who could wear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. He wanted to feel important since he was the only one tall enough to reach the top of the Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;13. Too many of the humans he had tried to hire were hunters in disguise trying to kill the reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everybody!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-5782120853053827590?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5782120853053827590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=5782120853053827590' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5782120853053827590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/5782120853053827590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteen_14.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116550031916815965</id><published>2006-12-07T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:56:26.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Things Tracy and I Did to Decorate Our House for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you remember a few weeks back where I told you about the giant Buddy the Elf cutout that was standing in my bay window? Well, he is now taped to my front door trimmed in pretty green garland. (This was Tracy's work)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. One of my dad's deer heads that was left hanging above the mantle now has a green garland and red Christmas bow, bow-tie thing going on. (Also Tracy's work)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. There are candy dishes full of candy (Tracy again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. There is a Christmas tree in front of the bay window with about 2500 white lights on it (This one was me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. There are Christmas knick-knacks on the mantle below the deer. (This was half me/half Tracy) One of these knick knacks is a picture of our cousin Scott last year at Christmas time wearing my nephew Trace's "My First Christmas" Santa Clause hat. It's a really funny picture in a Christmas frame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. There is also garland hung from the mantle with lights strung through it. (My doing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. There are lots of Snowman and Santa candles placed around the house. (1/2 Tracy, 1/2 Me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. A glass nativity scene is setup on the bar with garland and lights surrounding it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. A Christmas village is on our entertainment center on the shelf above our TV. (Thanks to Tracy's mom for the loan of the village!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. There are wreaths hung on several walls, making the place look festive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. There is another nativity scene on my dresser, and another one on a bookshelf. After all Jesus is the reason for the season, so you can never have too many nativity scenes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. There are lights strung from the canopy on my bed. This is one of my favorite things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. And last of all there is a Christmas wall hanging that spells out JOY, a bit of what I hope to spread this Christmas season to all that I see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everybody!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116550031916815965?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116550031916815965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116550031916815965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116550031916815965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116550031916815965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116463975467827394</id><published>2006-11-27T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:56:42.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Things to Brighten Your Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Everybody! I know that I haven't posted on here in a while, so I wanted to give you a few laughs for the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off...here's a link to a Pickles comic strip that I read yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/wash/pickles/archive/pickles-20061126.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pickles Comic Strip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought it was so cute. Kinda reminded me of my grandparents!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And here's a Peanut's strip to give you a little smile on this "Blah" feeling Monday after Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Peanuts Comic Strip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just love Charlie Brown!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to really make you smile here's a little story about my niece on Thanksgiving. My grandma's table is packed out on Thanksgiving with delicious food. Turkey, stuffing, honey-baked ham, homemade macaroni and cheese, gravy, and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My niece however couldn't find anything that she found appetizing I guess because she went over and whispered into my grandpa's ear, "Can I have a piece of cheese?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man, if we all had her taste we sure could save a lot on Thanksgiving meals! LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you all had a great one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116463975467827394?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116463975467827394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116463975467827394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116463975467827394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116463975467827394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-few-things-to-brighten-your-day.html' title='Just a Few Things to Brighten Your Day'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116247636127096484</id><published>2006-11-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:57:35.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Random Thoughts I've Had This Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Aren't dogs supposed to be the ones that chase cats? &lt;/em&gt;This thought went through my brain when my cat proceeded to chase my new roomie's dog through our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Why is it that one drop of rain turns every NC driver into a brainless person who knows nothing about driving a car? &lt;/em&gt;Thought this while driving to work this morning in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;If sweating is good for you, why do you feel so icky when you sweat? &lt;/em&gt;I thought this while walking on the treadmill yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Why can't they come up with some invincible materiel that can't be scratched to make CD's with? &lt;/em&gt;Thought this when my favorite CD started skipping on my favorite song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Why don't they give receptionists training classes on how to pronounce the names of the people that they have to page? &lt;/em&gt;I thought this when the receptionist paged a lady in my department and pronounced her last name "Aarvark" when her last name is actually "Admire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Why isn't there a chute from my desk to the receptionist's desk? &lt;/em&gt;I thought this when I took like the 10th art disc of the day down the stairs to the receptionist. (But hey going up and down those steps is good excercise, so I shouldn't complain.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;How come that vegetable plate only cost me $4.27 tax included when the prices is supposed to be $4.99 before tax? &lt;/em&gt;I went to a restraunt to get a veggie plate twice this week, and both times the cost with tax was less than the advertised price without tax. I'm not complaining though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Why don't cubicles have doors with locks? &lt;/em&gt;I thought this when my co-worker came into my cubicle with yet more artwork to take downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Why would the Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman DVD be in the case for Aladdin? &lt;/em&gt;I thought this yesterday when I was home sick looking for a movie to watch. I just watched Dr. Quinn because I hadn't seen it in forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Why haven't we come up with some technology that helps you dress yourself in the morning without thinking about it? &lt;/em&gt;I thought about that this morning while I was trying to find some clothes for the day when I really just wanted to lay back down in the bed and go to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;For that matter, why haven't we come up with something where we can just think about where we want to be and be there? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Why is it that number 12 is always the thing that I get stuck on when I'm making these lists?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;How come God decided to bless me with such an adorable niece and nephew? &lt;/em&gt;I thought about this when I was looking at this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 493px" height="632" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/RaeganandTrace.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116247636127096484?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116247636127096484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116247636127096484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116247636127096484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116247636127096484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116247636895295485</id><published>2006-11-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:58:15.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Memories From My High School Days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I posted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heathersrollercoasterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-pray.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my devotional blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; about a local high school burning down yesterday. This sad event made me think back on memories of my high school days and how sad I would have been if I'd had to miss out on events with my friends. So here are some high school memories I'm thankful I can look back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. After prom my junior year my friends and I went midnight bowling at a place we called "redneck lanes" because the place was run by some rednecky guy. The guy pretty much let people do whatever they wanted. Two of my friends slid down the lanes in their tuxes. We laughed a lot that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. My friend Leah I (now Leah F) and I shared a lot of double dates my senior year. Her boyfriend (now husband) had an old Nova that was gorgeous. We had so much fun riding around in that car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. We had a Spanish teacher that was just awful. She spoke Spanish with a slow, drawn out Southern accent (slower than any other Southerner I've ever met!) Anyway, she wasn't well liked, and she was known to smell up the upstairs restroom. Well one day my friend Christa and I were in there. I was standing there waiting for Christa, and Mrs. Hewitt walked in. Christa said from the stall, "It doesn't stink in here yet today. Mrs. Hewitt must not have been in here yet." Then she walked out, and I pointed to the other stall and mouthed, "That's Mrs. Hewitt." We ran like the wind out of there, and we hid. We had different classes, but I later found out that Christa hid under the computer table in the computer lab. Fortunately for Christa, Mrs. Hewitt never found out who it was. And we have a hilarious memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. There was a guy in my class that was hilarous. His name was Josh, and his fingers on his left hand were really short. (I'm not making fun of him, he said it was his mark of greatness.) See, he had held his left hand in a fist the entire time he was in his mom's stomach and the fingers didn't grow like the others. So his right hand fingers were really long and his left hand fingers were really short. In our senior year speech class we had to make a speech about ourselves in third person. He wrote about "His mark of greatness" and how when he realized he had it, that he knew he was destined to one day rule the world. We laughed so hard in that class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. Speech class was the class where we did the senior play, "A Hillbilly Wedding". We had so much fun. I got to be "Ma Belsnickle" a backwoods woman with five daughters (the oldest of which was terrified to take a bath and loved rattlesnakes) and a lazy husband. The whole point of the play was getting the smelly, weird daughter married off. It was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. Choir was another favorite class of mine. I got the "Female Vocalist" of the year award my senior year. The thing was that I didn't expect it. I had thought it would be another girl, and when he said, "And this years Senior High Female Vocalist of the Year is..." I mouthed the other girl's name and almost didn't hear mine. My date was like, "Get up there." And I was like, "He said MY name?" It was funny, and I was shocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. I was the salutatorian in my senior class which meant I had to make a speech at graduation. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Yeah, that didn't happen! I don't think any person has ever had more family attend their high school graduation though. Seriously my friends and family filled up almost an half of a section of the church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. We went to Schroon Lake, NY for our senior trip. I was sick most of the time, which isn't too good of a memory, but I was better the day they went to the Olympic Park, and I got to go bobsledding. It was SOOOOO much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. We took that trip on a tour bus. 16 hours on a tour bus. But we made the most of it. We laughed and talked a lot. We screamed for our lives when the bus driver BACKED down an off-ramp in Philadelphia when he realized he'd taken the wrong exit. Then we finally settled down to sleep. One of the guys in my class was so little that he could fit up in the luggage rack, and that is where he slept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. Puffy, marshmellow coats were the fashion during my senior year. My friends and I all got one for Christmas. The funny thing was that there were four of us that hung out all the time, and two of us got blue coats and the other two got pink coats. We became known as the pink and blue crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;11. I was in the National Honor Society, and we had the lovely job of running the break room. We served sodas and candy bars to the high school kids during break time. But for us that meant we didn't really get a break, which our English teacher thought wasn't really fair, so he gave us our own break (my friends were all in NHS too.) We got to be late to English everyday. I aced the class anyway though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. We got to go out to eat lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays during our Junior and Senior year of high school. My friend Leah I and I made more runs to Cook Out for an Oreo milkshake than I can count. And we'd sing along to the radio to the "evil" country music while we drove down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;13. We also took a trip with the entire Junior High and High School my senior year to a camp called "The Wilds" which is a great Christian camp here in NC. The Wilds has like a million steps from the bottom of the hill (where the dorms are) to the top of the hill (where the cafeteria and the chapel area are.) Well, we went every other year. So I went 8th, 10th, and 12th grade. Well, the Junior and Senior girls got the privelege of staying up in the lodge at the top of the hill! It was so fun to laugh at the guys who still had to climb the steps! I know, it was mean, but it was still funny! Another thing that was funny about the Wilds was that they would wake you up each morning with crazy songs like, "Don't Step on that Bug" or "Happy Trails to You!" Yeah, there are a lot of great memories we made there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;These are just a few memories I have!! Do you have any memories from your high school days that you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116247636895295485?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116247636895295485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116247636895295485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116247636895295485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116247636895295485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-thirteen_02.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116239216018748579</id><published>2006-11-01T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:58:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With An Elf-Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week I'm getting a new roommate. My cousin Tracy is in the process of moving in. Hopefully she'll have everything moved in by next week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, Tracy is a really funny, outgoing type of person, so I always knew that living with her was going to be interesting. And fun I hope! But when I got home last night I saw something I didn't quite expect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Standing in my bay window was a life-sized cardboard cut-out of this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/elf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;That's right folks. I'm living with an elf-lover. This may be more interesting than I expected.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116239216018748579?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116239216018748579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116239216018748579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116239216018748579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116239216018748579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-with-elf-lover.html' title='Living With An Elf-Lover'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116195482136635472</id><published>2006-10-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:58:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday Chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, my sister has been complaining that I haven't been sharing on my funny page as much lately, so I figured I'd share a little story on here to appease her! LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever slept on an air mattress? I've had this lovely opportunity several times in my life. And every air mattress is different. When I was younger I slept on a very thin air mattress one time, and I felt like I might as well have slept on the floor because the mattress had no support.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've also slept on an &lt;a href="http://www.thinkaero.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Aerobed&lt;/a&gt; and it really felt like a normal mattress. (No, this isn't a commercial for Aerobed, but really if you ever have the need for an air mattress, I'd suggest you get one of those!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, this past weekend, I stayed with some friends of my brother's when I went to visit him. And I had to sleep on an air mattress. This thing was HUGE. It was like a double decker air mattress. I figured that would mean it would be really comfortable and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it probably would have been, but it was lacking a bit of air I think, so I had to lay sideways to keep from sinking down into the depths of the air mattress. The laying sideways is an important part of this story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This air mattress had a pillow section at the top. This section had a bit more air than the rest of the mattress. I decided to lay across that part of the mattress. Yeah, that wasn't a good idea. Once I got on top of the pillow section I rolled right off of the mattress and onto the floor slamming my back into a table they had by the window. Fortunately I didn't break anything in their apartment (or on myself for that matter.) I decided to sleep somewhere other than the pillow section, and I made a mental note to myself to bring my own air mattress the next time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116195482136635472?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116195482136635472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116195482136635472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116195482136635472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116195482136635472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-chuckle.html' title='A Friday Chuckle'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116187085502681152</id><published>2006-10-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:00:07.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thirteen Random Things I've Been Known Say A Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foolishment - same meaning as foolishness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. Schmidty - I don't know where this started exactly, but now it's something that we yell when we're going down hills on roller coasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. Hawthorne Heights is for Lovers - This is something that I saw on a shirt at Carowinds. Since then, we've yelled it while going down hills on roller coasters (we like to yell random things rather than just do the boring old "AAAHHHHH"!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. You Stink On Yourself - This is something my brother and I say to each other as a joke, it usually goes back and forth for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. BROTHER! - this is what I call my brother usually rather than calling him by his name. If I call him on the phone I'll say BROTHER rather than hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. Charlie Chill has hit the air - this is what we say when it gets cold. If you get hit in the face by a cold breeze, we say that Charlie Chill smacked you upside the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. Riiiiiiiiiigghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttt - This is my sarcastic way of saying that people are lying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8. I don't drink beer in the day - This is what I say to my brother everytime he tells people (jokingly) that I do drink beer in the day. (For the record, I don't drink beer at anytime, or any alchohol for that matter!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. The wheels are turning, but the hamster is dead - this is something I say to an "airheaded" person who doesn't really get things even though they're trying really hard to get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10. Jippity - this is our word for nothing, for example when you call and ask somebody what they are doing, they might say "I'm doing jippity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;11. Could you use your turn signal??? - this is a bit of road rage slipping in. Nothing bugs me more than people switching lanes like crazy and making me slam on my brakes because they didn't use their turn signal. I need to work on the road rage thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;12. Jesus loves you - I say this when I'm trying to make someone smile if they look a bit down. It's true, and usually people start smiling when I say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;13. CASH!! - When we are doing sound checks when we go to sing my brother always leans into each mic going, "Check, check, check." Finally I'll scream, "CASH!" or if he goes, "Testing 1, 1, 2, " I'll go, "3, the next number you're looking for is 3!" Yeah, we joke around a lot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What are some random things you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116187085502681152?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116187085502681152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116187085502681152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116187085502681152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116187085502681152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/thursday-thirteen_26.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116118583399121106</id><published>2006-10-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:41:11.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Funny Things I've Seen Lately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. I saw a woman who had to be at least my grandma's age wearing a RED LEATHER MINI SKIRT. I laughed out loud while I gagged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. I saw a guy riding a Harley in a 3-piece suit, complete with tie. It was a funny site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. I saw a sign that said, "HUGE LADIES RING SALE." I guess they're discriminating against all the skinny ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. I saw my cat chasing a ball around the living room and then right out the front door. When he realized that he wasn't inside anymore he abandoned his toy and ran as fast as he could back inside. He then stood in the bay window whining for his toy that was trapped out there in the scary outdoors. It was really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. I saw a car yesterday that had lots of bumper stickers. But they had two together that just made me bust out laughing. The top one said, "I Love my German Shepard" The one just below it said, "Pope Benedict XVI." So reading it all together it said, "I love my German Shepard Pope Benedict XVI." People really ought to pay more attention when they put these things on their cars! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.I saw my niece prance in front of the screen door in only her panties while the Bell South guys were talking to her dad on the front porch. For some reason she has decided she hates all clothes besides her panties and strips down to them constantly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. I saw my nephew decide that he just didn't want to be in his high chair (which is one of those that hooks onto the table) So he figured out how to unstrap himself and climbed up onto the table. My sister now has two toddlers, this should be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. I saw my friend Ari ride up the road from her house to mine (a several mile trip) on a lawn mower. She said, "Just call me the water girl." Seriously I'm really glad that she let me borrow the mower since mine broke down, but it was a funny sight to see her riding that thing up the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. I saw an episode of "Little House on the Prairie" where the bratty girl, Nancy, gets put into the dunking booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. I saw one of my youth fall and knock over a shelf (this didn't seem funny at first, but she was fine, and I had already told her to stay off of the shelf several times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. I saw my cousins Tracy and Will do the feet beat, a funny little dance where you throw your feet up in the air and slap them with your hands. I then saw my two year old niece attempt this dance. Let's just say that a two year old doesn't have much coordination which is needed for the feet beat. It was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. I saw a sign on my co-workers box 0f Mountain Dew's that said, "Stop stealing my drinks!" Apparently the cleaning crew has been stealing Mountain Dew's from him at night, and he's fighting back with a sign!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. I saw my cousin Christy's boyfriend Josh wearing my niece Raegan's green hat with a flower on it. It was him I tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116118583399121106?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116118583399121106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116118583399121106' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116118583399121106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116118583399121106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116049349913364195</id><published>2006-10-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:18:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh the Dreams of the Medicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am normally a very light sleeper. I hardly ever reach that REM state of sleep where I dream. (Not a good thing probably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But last night I was medicated. So I slept deeply. And dreamingly. Good thing about the dream...I was apparently getting married. Bad thing about the dream...I was a klutz even in my dreamy state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never actually saw the guy I was gonna marry (don't you just hate that?) I was getting ready for my wedding (which was going to be a double ceremony where my brother was getting married too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thing was that just before I put my snowy WHITE dress on I ate tacos. Tacos, one of the MESSIEST foods known to man. I go to put the dress on only to realize that I still had taco juice on my fingers, and I got it all over my dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't really believe in omens and all that, but I can promise you this, there will be nary a taco in sight on the day that I get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116049349913364195?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116049349913364195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116049349913364195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116049349913364195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116049349913364195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahhh-dreams-of-medicated.html' title='Ahhh the Dreams of the Medicated'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116013911403263441</id><published>2006-10-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T05:51:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Get My Meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The other day &lt;a href="http://lrlwreath.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Laurel Wreath&lt;/a&gt; did the &lt;a href="http://lrlwreath.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-get-my-meaning.html" target="_blank"&gt;Do You Get My Meaning&lt;/a&gt; MeMe. She offered up the following words to anyone who wanted to play along. So here's my meaning on her words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt; - Apparently the flower of choice for weddings this year. I carried a bouquet of just daisies in one of my friend's weddings, and in one of my other friends weddings, I carried a bouquet of daisies mixed with other flowers. Both were really pretty and simple looking. But just let me tell you, DO NOT forget that you have a live bouquet in a vase and let the flowers die in it. Trust me on this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Helpful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- This word brings to mind my 2 year old niece Raegan. She wants to help with EVERYTHING. Yesterday I walked out of the kitchen for just a minute because her brother had escaped and was making his way up the steps as fast as he could go. She tried to help me by dragging a chair over to the microwave and starting it up for me. Of course she put it in for like 45 minutes, much more than my enchiladas needed. Good thing that I wasn't gone long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- This word brings to mind my grass right now. We've gotten plenty of rain over the last several weeks, and my grass is green. And tall. It really needs to be mowed. My intentions were to mow it today, but it's raining again. Oh well. There's always tomorrow...or next week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If anyone cares to play along with this one, I'm offering up these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116013911403263441?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116013911403263441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116013911403263441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116013911403263441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116013911403263441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-get-my-meaning.html' title='Do You Get My Meaning?'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-116005730045283909</id><published>2006-10-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:08:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen of My Favorite Animals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Monkeys - not the big really ugly ones, the cute little ones people have as pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Koala bears - seriously one of the reasons I want to go to Australia someday. I just think they are so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Tigers - I just think they are gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Chihuahuas - call them yippy dogs if you want, but I have three and I love them to death (well actually they live with mom and dad now, but they are still my babies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Panda bears - another gorgeous animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Meerkats - I've liked this since the first time I saw "The Lion King"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Pugs - I just think they are cute with their little smashed in faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Polar bears - gorgeous, the polar bear exhibit is my favorite at the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Tropical fish - They are so pretty. I love the tropical fish tanks at aquariums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Lions - I've always been a fan of "Narnia." Just love Aslan, so when I see a lion, I think of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Piglets - realize I didn't say pigs. I just think piglets are so cute with their curly little tails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Horses - they are so graceful, I just love to watch them run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Baby hedgehogs - They are the cutest little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next week I'll do my least favorites. Do you guys have a favorite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-116005730045283909?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116005730045283909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=116005730045283909' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116005730045283909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/116005730045283909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/thirteen-of-my-favorite-animals-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115927794599938681</id><published>2006-09-26T09:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:39:09.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Shoutout and a Damsel in Distress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First off today I have to wish my mom a happy birthday! I love you mom! You're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Secondly, I'm going to share a funny story about my niece because well, she's just cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday night after church my sister took my niece, Raegan, to McDonalds to let her play in the play place for a bit. This wasn't their normal McDonalds but one that my niece had said she wanted to go to because the play place was "better." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, not only was this play place "better" it was bigger. It was higher, and I'm sure it was more fun. A few other people went with them to McDonalds, my cousin Tracy, my cousin, Christy, and Christy's boyfriend Josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, at least Christy says that Josh is HER boyfriend. Raegan, however, feels differently. She has claimed Josh as her own, and tells everyone that Josh will one day marry her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, it was no surprise to them that when Raegan reached the top of the play place tower that she shouted down saying, "Josh, you my boyfriend. Help me. Help me!" And you know what, he did. He climbed to the top of the play place and slid down with her several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, she's got that damsel in distress thing down pat. Maybe I should take a few lessons from her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115927794599938681?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115927794599938681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115927794599938681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115927794599938681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115927794599938681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-shoutout-and-dams_115927794599938681.html' title='A Birthday Shoutout and a Damsel in Distress'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115884574747547590</id><published>2006-09-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:35:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Weird Little Facts About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Before I get into bed I have to set my pillows in the right order. Two behind me, two under my head, one to hug and one at my knees (Yes, I have a lot of pillows!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. I can't sleep with my back to any doorway. I guess if anyone ever breaks in or anything I want to face them head-on. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. I always set my alarm to about 45 minutes before I actually HAVE to get up so that I can have that joy of getting to sleep longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. I can't drive with the steering wheel all the way down. I'm a short person so I have to drive pretty close to the steering wheel, so I think that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. I make random calls to my friends about the funny things I see driving down the road (They do this too, so I'm not the only one!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. I like things to be symetrical (Pictures, candles, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. I alphabetize my movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. I HATE to shop. Especially during the Christmas season. Give me online shopping anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. I usually eat burgers, sandwiches, etc by first eating the top piece of bread, then eating what's in the middle and ending with the bottom piece of bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. I never trust oven timers. My mom and dad have a gas oven, so things would cook quicker in there, so I now have the habit to double check what I'm cooking like every few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. If I'm reading I can zone out the rest of the world. I learned this by having an annoying little brother who was NEVER quiet. (I love him now though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. I like being alone. No, I'm not depressed or anything, but I'm a writer, and I love my solitude. (Not that I want to be alone 24/7 or anything, but I don't mind being by myself if I have to be.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. I won't eat sliced tomatoes because they look GROSS on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. And here's a little extra one, I can't touch foam rubber. It sends chills up and down my spine if I do. Seriously, I even ran from my 2 year old niece once when she was trying to touch me with a piece of foam rubber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115884574747547590?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115884574747547590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115884574747547590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115884574747547590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115884574747547590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-thirteen_21.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115867087096622920</id><published>2006-09-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:01:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toddler and the Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I spoke &lt;a href="http://heathersrollercoasterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/finding-god-in-little-things-neighbors.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://heathersrollercoasterlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my other blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about going to the rodeo this past Friday night. Over there I talked about the blessing I received while I was there. Over here I'm gonna tell you something funny that happened. Well, several funny things really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See, we made a girls night of it. It was me, my sister Crystal, her daughter Raegan (who is 2 1/2) and our cousin Tracy. Raegan had talked for days before the rodeo about going to "see the cowboys." It even became part of her play. See, she has this pink stuffed dog that she named Oreo, who eats pink Oreos and lives in pink dog house inside of her pink playhouse. Yes, the child has an early obsession for pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, she started to say that she was going to watch the pink cowboys ride the pink bulls and horses. (Wouldn't that have been a sight?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She talked and talked about it, but a few times she got mixed up just a bit. Instead of saying that she was going to see the cowboys ride the bulls, she would say that she was going to ride the cowboys. Then she asked my cousin Tracy if she was going to ride the cowboys with her. We couldn't help but bust out laughing, but Tracy quickly informed her that she wouldn't be riding any cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe my sister has quite a few things to teach my niece before she gets to the teenager stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115867087096622920?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115867087096622920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115867087096622920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115867087096622920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115867087096622920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/toddler-and-rodeo.html' title='A Toddler and the Rodeo'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115832572693604056</id><published>2006-09-15T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:08:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay all you computer savvy people out there I really need your help! If you don't help, I may become the guest that no one wants to come visit their blog. See over the last couple of weeks things have been triplicating when I hit the enter button. Comments, posts, Mr. Linky links. Everything. And I don't know why? Any suggestions to help me figure out why this is happening? Any would be appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115832572693604056?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115832572693604056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115832572693604056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115832572693604056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115832572693604056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/help.html' title='HELP!!!!!!'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115824048935556234</id><published>2006-09-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:28:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Movies or TV Shows I Loved As A Youngster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Mr. Rogers - I didn't really care about the part where he visited people or anything, I thought that was kind of boring, but I loved the trolley and King Friday and all his loyal subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Fraggle Rock - I loved this one so much that I bought the first season on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Full House - "How rude!" is a statement I used for a long time! I also have these seasons on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Beauty and the Beast - Still one of my favorite movies to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Aladdin - Also still a favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. The Lion King - Loved it when the monkey hit Simba upside the head and said, "It doesn't matter, it's in the past!" Too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Family Matters - I laughed and laughed at Urkel's antics (see prime time television used to be family appropriate!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8.  The Bluebird - An old Shirley Temple movie, two little children followed a bluebird and the picture went from black and white to color kind of like in the Wizard of Oz. They went in search of better parents only to find that they already had the best parents for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Rock-A-Bye my Baby - A Jerry Lewis movie where his friends triplets get left on his doorstep, funny and sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Geisha Boy - Also a Jerry Lewis movie. There was a rabbit in this movie named Harry, and my brother always called the movie, "Harry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers - I've always loved musicals, and this has always been one of my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. An American Tale (also the second one Feivel goes West) I thought the mice in these movies were so cute, but my favorite was the cat who made friends with the mice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. The Sword in the Stone - I loved how the boy became a fish and a bird, and I thought Mad Madam Mim was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What are some shows or movies you remember from your childhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115824048935556234?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115824048935556234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115824048935556234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115824048935556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115824048935556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-thirteen_14.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115815491601260681</id><published>2006-09-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:41:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Caught a Bouquet...Or Was the First to Get to It Anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;current="&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa%20and%20Leah%20Wedding%20Pics/100_9747.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See that really pretty purple and white bouquet in that picture up there? It's the one I caught at my friend Leah's wedding. Well, I was the first to get to where it fell on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I'm wondering if I should feel guilty about it. See, the second closest was a little girl. A little girl who probably would've loved to have a really pretty bouquet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just grabbed the bouquet unthinkingly, though. See, since I've been in three weddings this summer, I've been using the bouquets as pretty decorations in my house. Two of the weddings used real flowers which lasted a while, but this bouquet is something that I'd be able to keep, and it would stay pretty in the nice vase that I keep flowers in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe me, I have no hopes that since I got the bouquet I'd be the next one married. I mean after all, I don't even have a boyfriend much less a fiance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So should I feel guilty that I got to the flowers first? Would you have given them up to the little girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa%20and%20Leah%20Wedding%20Pics/100_9746.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115815491601260681?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115815491601260681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115815491601260681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115815491601260681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115815491601260681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-caught-bouquetor-was-first-to-get.html' title='So I Caught a Bouquet...Or Was the First to Get to It Anyway'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa%20and%20Leah%20Wedding%20Pics/th_100_9747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115807610109690502</id><published>2006-09-12T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:49:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianwomenonline.net/BlogMeme.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.christianwomenonline.net/memesummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only one!"&lt;br /&gt;~ C.S. Lewis ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa%20and%20Leah%20Wedding%20Pics/100_9677.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friendship is a precious thing. See those girls in that picture up there? They've been my friends since junior high. In high school we were inseperable. And last weekend was spent seeing one of them married off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These are the girls that I share all of my crazy high school memories with. These are the girls who knew about all of my crushes on guys, and of course I knew about theirs. These are the girls who cried with me when I was upset. These are the girls that I shared snacks with when our school went to camp. These are the girls I saved a bus seat for on our senior trip. These are the girls that I try my hardest to get together with at least a couple of times a year (two of them have moved away.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Over the years these are the girls I've grown to love as some of my dearest friends. And it's hard to imagine that two of these friendships started because we all liked the swings at recess! And the other one started because one of my friends played volleyball and became friends with this other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swingsets and volleyball, not very deep, life-changing things, but these two things gave me friends that I would never trade! I think C.S. Lewis had it right on this one. It's our similarities that bring us together, but what grows from that becomes a tie that binds us even through our differences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115807610109690502?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115807610109690502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115807610109690502' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115807610109690502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115807610109690502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Christa%20and%20Leah%20Wedding%20Pics/th_100_9677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115763350392170307</id><published>2006-09-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:37:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/smithhe_2006/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Thursday-Thirteen-Header2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen Things I've Been Doing This Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Working, gotta earn a living because I haven't found a millionaire that wants to support me yet! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Trying my hand at a little blogger design, not sure if I'll be any good at it yet, but it's fun to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Cooking, gotta stop eating out and spending so much money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Going to church, love my church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Spending time with my little brother before he goes off to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Watching my sister cry because my brother is going off to school (it makes me sad too, but I probably won't cry a lot until he's actually gone, right now I'm just spending time with him and having fun times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Trying to make sure I have a roommate for when my brother leaves because I really don't want to live alone even though I could afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Watching the Lord of the Rings movies with my brother, these are our favorite movies, and we try to watch them together every so often, since he's going away, we wanted to watch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Starting the 90 Days Through The Bible again, last time I got messed up in the middle because my dad got sick and life went kind of hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Practicing the song that I have to sing at my best friend's wedding on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Making arrangements to get my hair done for Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Jumping for joy because gas prices are going down a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Being glad for the rain because we really needed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115763350392170307?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115763350392170307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115763350392170307' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115763350392170307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115763350392170307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115746246850081088</id><published>2006-09-05T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:33:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Cat Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me just clear something up. I do not eat cat, so if you're thinking that's what my title implies and you were grossed out, don't worry, none of that will be said here!&lt;br /&gt;No, this story is about one of my fears coming true. Remember in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-again.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; how I talked about being afraid that I might shut my cat up in the fridge? Well, my fears came true, sort-of. Actually, I didn't close the cat in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday when I left for church, the cat was playing with one of her toys, and I told her to behave and shut the door and left for church. I spent the afternoon at my sister's house because she lives just down the road from my church, then I went back for Sunday night service.&lt;br /&gt;So there was a huge gap of time that I wasn't home (like 12 hours.) Anyway, when I got home, I heard the frantic meow's of my cat. So I went in search of her. At first I thought she was BEHIND the fridge, but she wasn't there. I opened the door to the fridge, just in case, and there she was between the door and the bottom freshness drawer, trying to claw her way out, mewing for all she was worth.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the mischievous little thing, glad she was okay. I mean, I may not have wanted a cat at first, but she has become part of daily life now, and I definitely wouldn't want her to die in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming that I just didn't close the door tightly enough Sunday morning and she was playing with the door and got it open. I'm hoping that anyway. I sure wouldn't want to have to get a refrigerator lock just to keep the cat out, though she hasn't gone near the fridge since Sunday, so maybe, just maybe she learned her lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115746246850081088?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115746246850081088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115746246850081088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115746246850081088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115746246850081088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/fresh-cat-anyone.html' title='Fresh Cat Anyone?'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115711171137876770</id><published>2006-09-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:33:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Little MeMe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have tons of time this morning, so I'm gonna do a few meme's and leave it at that! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First off &lt;a href="http://jennlovesjesus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Aggiejenn&lt;/a&gt; did "The Pizza Box" Meme yesterday and tagged anyone who hadn't done it. Well, I haven't so I'm gonna! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was your favorite thing about being a kid? One of my favorite things about being a kid was spending time at my grandparent's house. I loved to spend the night over there. I think one of the reasons was because I love to read so much and my brother had a way of being very noisy that hindered reading! So grandma and grandpa Smith's was a great place to go and read. I also loved hearing them pray every night. My grandpa has been the pastor at my church for over 40 years, and honestly when they prayed at night I would hear them go through all the church members and pray for their specific needs. It always made me feel loved and cherished to know that they were lifting me up each night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What was your favorite subject in school? Choir and speech, I'm not much of a public speaker as far as giving speeches, but I LOVE to be in plays and write plays and such. So the performing arts were always my favorites. After that I'd say yearbook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Who was your best friend when you were 10? Jennifer Carriker, we had the best times. We'd make picnics of toaster strudel and kool-aid and carry them down to a cleared out place in the woods where we could get away from her brothers and from mine! It was great, and one day when I sprained my ankle, she carried me back to the house, now that's a friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.What would you change about your school, occupation, life right now? Right now I am where God wants me, so even though I might be tempted to change things, I know that God knows better than I do, so I better just leave things the way they are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.What's your favorite type of crust and topping on a pizza? My favorite pizza is a pan crust cheese lovers pizza from Pizza Hut, as far as pizza I can readily get, But I LOVE New York Pizza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for the 2nd MeMe, &lt;a href="http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; did this little meme on her blog the other day, and it looked fun, so I picked it up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (your first pet and the street that you live on): Smokey Dairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy) Lina Toblerone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hdaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Lavender Koala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Dawn Greensboro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name) Smiheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, favorite drink) The Lavender Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first name of both your grandfathers) Bennie Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. FUTURISTIC NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne and the name of your favorite shoes) Lauren Strappy Sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: ( mother/father's middle name and the next name you hear on the tv/radio/talk) Kay Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115711171137876770?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115711171137876770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115711171137876770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115711171137876770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115711171137876770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-little-memes.html' title='A Few Little MeMe&apos;s'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115696789790688482</id><published>2006-08-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:33:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thirteen Actual Names In My Family That I'm So Glad My Parents Didn't Feel Obligated to Pass On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Alti - This was my great grandfather's name. No middle name, just Alti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Lesley, Wesley, Kesley, Fesley - Lesley and Wesley aren't really that bad, but these are the names of four brothers who are my mom's cousins, and all of them's middle name was Neil. Had their parents had another boy, they were going to name it Mesley (I honestly think that some of my mom's family may have been on crack!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Bunk - Yet another of mom's cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Bayzalbie - You guessed it, my mom's cousin, Not really sure of the spelling of this, but it sounds like I spelled it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Cleater - The wife of Bunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Olita - Cleater and Bunk's child, don't you think that if you had to suffer through life with a name like Cleater or Bunk you would have given your kid a more normal name like May or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.Thomasedaby Northewe - I'm not so sure of the spelling of this one, but this is how it sounds, this was Alti's daddy, may explain why Alti got such a short simple name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Talmadge - my mom's uncle, I have heard this one before, but still it isn't a name I'd really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Posey - my mom's other uncle, that's right I said uncle, they named a BOY Posey, I guess Talmadge would've been much better than this. Talmadge and Posey also had a sister named Ruperta (a name which I'm also thankful didn't get passed to me) and a brother named Bennie (my grandpa) Thankfully grandpa got the normal name of the lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Ossie - yet another of my mother's weirdly named cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Rosey Emmerinnis - My mom's grandmother, the one who named her child Posey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Delilah - my mom's sister, all of my mom's other brothers and sisters have normal names, but for some reason my grandpa and grandma decided to name my aunt after a Biblical harlot, actually I think it was a family name, probably the least weird one that they could find to give to one of their children! My aunt dropped this name when she got married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Rudolph - This was my dad's uncle who died as an infant, and I put him in here simply because I couldn't let you think that all the weird names were on mom's side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115696789790688482?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115696789790688482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115696789790688482' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115696789790688482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115696789790688482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen_31.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115694340996145748</id><published>2006-08-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:34:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for Me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/wfmwheader_copy3_5.0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/wfmwheader_copy3_5.0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my first time participating in Works for Me Wednesday. And since this is a funny blog, I'm gonna keep my advice on the lighter side. After all, I can't have word getting out that I'm making this blog too serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm gonna share what works when you are living with your single brother. First, you must teach your brother how to boil things. This shouldn't seem so hard, but if you read &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/nicest-drive-thru-guy-everand-worst.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; you will see that teaching this skill is an absolute necessity. Second, you must remind said brother that there are other shows that are "preacher friendly" other than Sponge Bob Square Pants. (Full House has been a good diversion for us.) And thirdly, and this is most important, you must teach said brother to take the garbage out on Tuesday night (if you figure out how to accomplish this one, get back to me.) So far living with my brother has been great. Unfortunately, he's gonna leave for college before I get him fully trained. Too bad for his fiance, she probably would have really appreciated the help since they're getting married December of 2007!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To find out more serious things that work hop over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shannon's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115694340996145748?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115694340996145748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115694340996145748' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115694340996145748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115694340996145748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works for Me Wednesday'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115685741475604942</id><published>2006-08-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:34:50.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Panty Fairy...God Bless Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I know what you're probably thinking, but yes, that title said the panty fairy. See, my niece is potty training, well she is pretty much potty trained, but last week she had a bit of an accident. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister was at Walmart with my brother and my niece and nephew shopping for groceries. Well, my brother had gone off to another part of Walmart to get something when my niece informed my sister that she had to GO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A search for my brother ensued since you can't take the buggy into the bathroom area at Walmart (what is up with that, don't they know people have little kids that are potty training) and my sister had a ton of stuff, so she needed my brother to stand with the buggy. She didn't find my brother before it was too late. My poor niece cried because she hates having accidents, though this one really wasn't her fault. Anyway, my sister lived just around the corner from Walmart, so they quickly bought the groceries and took my niece home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister cleaned up my niece and was cleaning the panties and accidentally flushed them. You would have thought my niece had just lost a million dollars. She cried for an hour, screaming "The panties are NEVER coming back!". After all, it was a pair of Cinderella panties, a terrible loss to a two year old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my sister saw a pair of panties in the diaper bag just like the pair she'd flushed, so she pulled them out and said, "Look Raegan, the panty fairy cleaned your panties and put them back into the diaper bag." Fortunately my niece bought it, and she stopped crying. Thank God for the panty fairy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115685741475604942?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115685741475604942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115685741475604942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115685741475604942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115685741475604942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/panty-fairygod-bless-her.html' title='The Panty Fairy...God Bless Her'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115651242147534203</id><published>2006-08-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:35:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Drive Thru Guy Ever...And The Worst Cook In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I don't think badly of drive thru workers. I mean they're probably paid minimum wage to get people (who are generally pretty ungrateful) their food as quickly as possible. So at fast food restaurants I don't expect to be served like I'm at a nice restraunt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But yesterday I was very pleasantly surprised. I got to the place where they take your order and instead of hearing the ususally half-mumbled, "Can I take your order?" I heard a very chipper voice that said, "How can I help you?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave my order and drove up to the money window where I was greeted by ANOTHER very chipper person. This Burger King must have been paying their employees right because they were all so nice, but to top it all off I got to the window to get my food, and I met the man behind the voice on the intercom. He asked me how my day was then he asked me if I was wearing contacts, and I said no (because I'd forgotten to put them in yesterday morning, don't worry my eyes are only like 20/30, so I'm not blind without them or anything.) Anyway, he said you just have beeee-autiful eyes. That was all I needed. I mean I almost tipped the guy. I have a new favorite fast food joint. And guess what, I didn't even have on mascara or eye shadow! How awesome is that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now to go from the best to the worst, I'm gonna tell you a little story about my brother and his meager cooking abilities. Last night I called him and asked him to put two pieces of chicken on to boil because I was running a little behind, and I wanted the chicken ready to throw into the pan with enchilada sauce when I got home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he says, "So I put the chicken and water in a pot and put the pot in the oven right?" He swears he meant to say stove rather than oven, but seriously, I'm glad that I'm the one cooking for him and not the other way around!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you guys have a great weekend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115651242147534203?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115651242147534203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115651242147534203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115651242147534203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115651242147534203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/nicest-drive-thru-guy-everand-worst.html' title='The Nicest Drive Thru Guy Ever...And The Worst Cook In The World'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115642520922945119</id><published>2006-08-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T06:13:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen Movie or TV Phrases That My Friends And I Use A Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. "Oh my lucky stars" (from the movie Blast from the Past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. "Dear tiny baby Jesus..." (from Talladega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. "Well that's good." (from Lord of the Rings - what Pippin says when Treebeard says that the Ents have decided that Merry and Pippin aren't Orcs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. "Business, you will love business" (from The Muppets Christmas Carol, my brother can say this just like the guy in the movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. "Could we BE more white trash?" (This is what Chandler says when he comes into his apartment to see that Joey has replaced their stolen furniture with lawn chairs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. "My mop!!" (from UHF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. "They don't KNOW that we KNOW that they know we know!" (From Friends. What Phoebe says when Chandler and Monica's relationship is found out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. "I don't know!" (From the Chronicles of Narnia. What Lucy Pevensie says when Mr. Tumnus asks her why people shake hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. "Inkin, blinkin, nodimus, nex, save us from the man with the hex" (from the Andy Griffith Show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. "Could you bring me some chapstick? My lips really hurt!) (Napoleon Dynamite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a dodgeball!" (Dodgeball)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. "I'm a tornado of anger, swirling about!" (Kicking and Screaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. "Santa's coming?? I KNOW him!" (Elf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What are some funny phrases you've picked up from movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115642520922945119?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115642520922945119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115642520922945119' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115642520922945119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115642520922945119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen_24.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115635244454325849</id><published>2006-08-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:00:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://stacey-brokenspirit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Stacey&lt;/a&gt; at Broken Spirit for a meme. I must list 5 weird things about myself or my pet and then I must tag 5 people to do the same. I am going to list five weird things about the new little kitten my brother brought home last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. The poor kitten still doesn't really have a name. I've been calling her Kit Kat or KK for short. That'll probably stick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. The cat has an obsession with the refrigerator, seriously I'm gonna end up closing her up in there by mistake one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. She is strangely attracted to me, though my brother was the one who rescued her. I'm allergic to cats, so I tried at first to stay my distance, but when I get home, she comes straight to me and hops up into my lap. So I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm just gonna have to take allergy medicine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. She also loves my closet. I don't really know why, there is NOTHING on the floor of my closet, it's just a floor with carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Lastly she loves cell phones. I learned this last night while I was trying to catch up on reading blogs (I don't have a computer at my brother's house yet.) She kept trying to get my cell phone out of my hands. I hate to tell her this, but if she thinks I'm giving her my pink razr phone she is badly mistaken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So there's 5 weird things about the pet that I really had no intention of having but have become friends with none-the-less! I'm gonna tag &lt;a href="http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; (since she's finally back to blogging!), &lt;a href="http://www.simplydawnmarie.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;Dawn,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shalees.blogspot.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;Shalee,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thewillertons.blogspot.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;Aggiejenn,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://susannesspace.blogspot.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;Susanne.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115635244454325849?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115635244454325849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115635244454325849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115635244454325849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115635244454325849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115625462276921815</id><published>2006-08-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:50:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend at Hotel GiBee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, I have to say that I give Hotel &lt;a href="http://kissesofsunshine.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;GiBee&lt;/a&gt; a 5 Star rating. My stay there was absolutely excellent. Not just because she is one of THE SWEETEST PEOPLE you will ever meet. No, if it had been based on service alone my stay would have been great. My room, the yellow room, was gorgeous. And she even had towels on my dresser that MATCHED my room, and of course they were folded in a fancy little way that just screamed GiBee. And she says she doesn't have it all together. Let me just tell you, I would have never known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As soon as we entered the house we were offered SWEET TEA. And we could smell the lasagna and garlic bread that she had prepared for us to eat at her church before we setup our sound equipment. Seriously she treated us like royalty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And her hubby was just as nice as he could be too. Watching the two together, I could tell that they have an excellent relationship with Christ in the center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And little Hunter, well let me just say that he is one of the cutest little guys ever. I couldn't resist taking several pictures of him with my nephew Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The people at GiBee's church were just as nice as GiBee. I was hugged so much I could have sworn I was at my own church. Seriously, if you are ever in GiBee's area and you need a church to visit, I would highly recommend hers, but of course she'll  have to tell you the details about it. Those are her details to share!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, let me just say that getting to meet GiBee and her family and her church family makes me very glad that I started blogging. Meeting her in real life just solidified my thoughts that she was one of the sweetest people on the face of the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Hunter takes after her too, considering he didn't have one problem sharing his pacifier with my nephew Trace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115625462276921815?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115625462276921815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115625462276921815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115625462276921815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115625462276921815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-at-hotel-gibee.html' title='A Weekend at Hotel GiBee'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115625374425879342</id><published>2006-08-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:35:44.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MeMe to Start the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://susannesspace.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Susanne&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for a fun little meme, so before I tell you about my weekend at GiBee's I figured I'd do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. One book that changed your life: The Bible of course, but other than that I would have to say the book &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=52182x&amp;amp;event=1010SBF9726071010" target="_blank"&gt;Prayer the Great Adventure&lt;/a&gt; by David Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. One book that you've read more than once: The Christy Miller Series by Robin Jones Gunn, The Love Comes Softly Series by Janette Oke, actually I've read lots more than once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. One book I'd want on a dessert island: Hmm, the Bible because I'd need it to keep from going crazy! After that I'd have to say a boy scouts or girl scouts guidebook, so that I could know how to build a fire and what berries I could and couldn't eat, that kind of thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. One book that made you laugh: Love Comes Softly by Janette Oke, the scene where Marty makes biscuits for the first time is particularly hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. One book that made you cry: ANYTHING by Karen Kingsbury, seriously, I haven't read one of her books yet that didn't make me bawl like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. One book you wish you had written: The Redemption Series by Karen Kingsbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. One book you wish had never been written: The Satanic Bible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. One book you are currently reading: When Heaven Weeps by Ted Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now to tag someone: I tag &lt;a href="http://brunettebrain.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kissesofsunshine.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;GiBee&lt;/a&gt; for this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115625374425879342?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115625374425879342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115625374425879342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115625374425879342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115625374425879342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/meme-to-start-week.html' title='A MeMe to Start the Week'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115582143496023474</id><published>2006-08-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:30:35.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen of My All-Time Favorite Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. The &lt;a href="http://bibleontheweb.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; (of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.karenkingsbury.com/books/series/redemptionSeries/" target="_blank"&gt;The Redemption Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://karenkingsbury.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Karen Kingsbury&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dnaofrelationships.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gary Smalley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/PRIDE-AND-PREJUDICE-BY-JANE-AUSTEN_W0QQitemZ290017920595QQihZ019QQcategoryZ64211QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem" target="_blank"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://robingunn.com/Pages/teenbooks.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Christy Miller Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://robingunn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.redeeminglovenovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Redeeming Love&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://francinerivers.com/"&gt;Francine Rivers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://lizcurtishiggs.com/bookstore/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Whence Came a Prince&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://lizcurtishiggs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/shopping6.00/shopexd.asp?id=23797" target="_blank"&gt;In the Grip of Grace&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Max Lucado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://leftbehind.com/channelbooks.asp?channelID=30" target="_blank"&gt;The Left Behind Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://timlahaye.com/index2.php3" target="_blank"&gt;Tim Lahaye&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jerryjenkins.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerry B. Jenkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://terriblackstock.com/up_all_night.php" target="_blank"&gt;The Newpointe 911 Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://terriblackstock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Terri Blackstock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/o/janette-oke/love-comes-softly.htm" target="_blank"&gt;The Love Comes Softly Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/o/janette-oke/" target="_blank"&gt;Janette Oke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://teddekker.com/?content=album&amp;album=29555" target="_blank"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://teddekker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt; (Actually anything by him)&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="https://www.beverlylewis.com/ME2/Sites/dirmod.asp?sid=360E9371EE2645E3843D2D91EA7B79AB&amp;amp;nm=Search+by+Topic&amp;type=EcomBB&amp;amp;amp;mod=E%2DCommerce%3A%3AProduct+Catalog&amp;mid=70B7D6357AC74DCE82EF28E7D375E854&amp;amp;tier=3&amp;id=E73B262077AE468D855D8756BDAA8150&amp;amp;ntier1=&amp;ntier2=&amp;amp;ntier3=&amp;ntier4=&amp;amp;ntier5=" target="_blank"&gt;The Annie's People Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.beverlylewis.com/ME2/Sites/Default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Beverly Lewis&lt;/a&gt; (Or any of her series!)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://brandilyncollins.com/books/bod.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Hidden Faces Series&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://brandilyncollins.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Brandilyn Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115582143496023474?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115582143496023474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115582143496023474' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115582143496023474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115582143496023474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen_17.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115575533688448958</id><published>2006-08-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:08:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Eat It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/41000-05414_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/41000-05414_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://holymama.typepad.com/holymama/2006/08/holysister_on_t.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://holymama.typepad.com" target="_blank"&gt;Holymama's&lt;/a&gt; blog, and it totally made me think of something hilarious that I haven't shared with you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's not about something being dropped, but about something questionable being eaten. So here's the deal, my cousins Christy and Tracy and myself were at an outdoor concert. (I want say where to protect the innocent bad-toothed emcee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, the emcee for the event was walking by and he was eating one of those yummy, strawberry shortcake bars from Good Humor. Everybody was like, "Hey, where'd you get those. The emcee guy pulls two out of his pocket and threw them to random people in the audience." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Those I would have eaten. Those were in the packaging, but what came next blew my mind. Some guy, maybe 17 or 18 years old yells out, "Hey can I eat the rest of yours?" And the emcee guy GAVE it to him, and the kid ATE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Christy and I were grossed out, for multiple reasons. First off, the kid didn't know ANYTHING about Mr. Emcee guy. He could've had some contagious disease or something. Secondly Mr. Emcee guy had bad teeth. I mean seriously, I wouldn't have eaten anything after him. After all, I've told you how I feel about &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-teeth-and-some-other-exciting.html" target="_blank"&gt;bad teeth.&lt;/a&gt; So anyway, Christy and I were sitting there thoroughly grossed out, and Tracy says, "Man, I wish I had spoken up before that kid. I really wanted one of those."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christy and I were like, "Are you crazy?" I mean it was really hot out there but still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of course, we shouldn't really have been shocked, I mean she talked &lt;a href="http://rumblepants.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-your-addicted-when.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about how she was tempted to pick up a gatorade bottle from the side of the road because she's so addicted to Gatorade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seriously though, my question to you fellow bloggers out there is this, Would you have eaten the strawberry shortcake ice cream bar that had been half-eaten by a bad-toothed stranger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115575533688448958?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115575533688448958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115575533688448958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115575533688448958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115575533688448958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-eat-it.html' title='Would You Eat It?'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115556650002288456</id><published>2006-08-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:41:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had an exciting thing happen Friday night. I got to talk to &lt;a href="http://kissesofsunshine.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;GiBee&lt;/a&gt; on the phone. I actually talked to both she and her husband while they were trying to give me directions to her church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is my first "real contact" with a fellow blogger besides those in my family that blog. I can't wait until Saturday when we actually get to meet in person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But the phone call itself is not what I really wanted to post about. I want to post about the fact that my cell service (though usually excellent) doesn't seem to want to work at my house. Now this wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that my brother and I decided that we wouldn't get a phone hooked up. We decided to just use our cell phones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I can hear people just fine so long as I don't move a muscle and keep one foot in the air and my tongue stuck out just so. Okay, so I don't have to do all that, but I'm wondering why I can't get good service where we live. I mean it isn't in the middle of nowhere. There are like a million housing developments near me, and there is a definite need for good cell service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you guys have one place where your cell phone just wants to be ornery, or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115556650002288456?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115556650002288456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115556650002288456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115556650002288456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115556650002288456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/phone-call.html' title='A Phone Call'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115521522778252131</id><published>2006-08-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T06:07:08.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen Jobs I Wouldn't Want to Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  (If you hold any of the below jobs, I don't mean this offensively to you, they're just jobs that don't really fit me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. The person who rolls up and tapes a pair of underwear to fit nicely in the package (I think this job would be really dull)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. The person who walks behind horses and other animals in a parade (This job would be gross to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. The person who harvests &lt;a href="http://www.sallys-place.com/beverages/coffee/kopi_luwak.htm" target="_blank"&gt;this coffee&lt;/a&gt; (I wouldn't want to be the person drinking it either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. The person who has to take out the trash at McDonalds (or any place for that matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. The person who cleans the restrooms at a convenient store - if there is such a person, which is kind of doubtful. (those are by FAR some of the nastiest bathrooms I've seen. I don't like to use them. I definitely wouldn't want to clean them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. The person that lay asphalt on the roads. (This has to be a very hot job. Especially with the kind of heat we've been having this summer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. The person who is the &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/08/09/eveningnews/main1880176.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;automated voice&lt;/a&gt; for major companies. (I hate talking to a machine when I have a problem with something. I'd totally hate to be the voice that everyone hated to hear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. The person that had to refold all the t-shirts at Old Navy (People tear through those things constantly. If folding the shirts was my job, I'd stand by the shirt rack with a fly-swatter to slap hands away!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. The person who has to sit at the top of the big hill on the roller coaster to make sure that no one stands up. (Talk about a hot boring job. I mean, I love to ride roller coasters. It'd be torture to sit there all day not riding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. The person that had to proof read text books for college level math (I'm pretty good at math, but talk about a boring job.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. The person behind the counter at the gas station (I've heard quite a few people cuss the gas station workers for the prices of gas. Yeah, like they make oil prices so high.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. The person who has to pick up the trash after a concert or sporting event. Americans really are littering folk. It's just common courtesy to throw your trash away people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. The person who makes those tickets that are on jeans (Oh, wait a minute &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-tickets.html" target="_blank"&gt;that IS my job!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115521522778252131?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115521522778252131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115521522778252131' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115521522778252131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115521522778252131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen_10.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115512814084955950</id><published>2006-08-09T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T05:58:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's What Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First off today I'd like to congratulate my mom who got yesterday's trivia answer correct. The answer was armadillo, and she got the brownie question right too. Steel Magnolias was the movie with a groom's cake in the shape of an armadillo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have you ever played "What Am I?" You describe yourself as an object, and people try to guess what you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am used to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I require ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;An Ink Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to play this with you guys today. I'm gonna give you a list of clues, and you can e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:heathersmith1982@yahoo.com"&gt;heathersmith1982@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; if you think you know what I am. Please make your blogger name the subject of your e-mail. Here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I usually need a flash to turn out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I look best on special paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I keep your memories alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E-mail me that answer people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115512814084955950?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115512814084955950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115512814084955950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115512814084955950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115512814084955950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesdays-what-am-i.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s What Am I?'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115504375534810066</id><published>2006-08-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:29:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey everybody! I've got an animal question for you today. You can e-mail me the answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, and leave me a comment here letting me know that you sent an e-mail (please make your subject line on the e-mail your blogger name.) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What animal can walk underwater, has no enamel on it's teeth and is the official state mammal of Texas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, and brownie points if you can name the movie that had a groom's cake in the shape of this animal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay people, get that answer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115504375534810066?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115504375534810066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115504375534810066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115504375534810066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115504375534810066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-trivia_08.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115463899568551198</id><published>2006-08-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:11:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Teeth, and Some Other Exciting Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, yesterday somebody asked me why I was so concerned about the teeth. The truth is that YES I have run across some fellas with REALLY BAD TEETH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not a completely insane person about teeth. I don't carry a toothbrush 24/7, and I don't have floss everywhere I turn. I don't picket on the streets reminding people of the importance of flossing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I do believe in CLEAN teeth. I'm not saying that teeth have to be the straightest movie star teeth that are glow in the dark white, but if a guys teeth are brown or black or not there at all, I can't get past it! So that's my thing about a guy having good teeth! They must be clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, onto other exciting stuff. I made the decision this week to move out of my parents house and share a house with my baby brother. I think it'll be great, but I'm stepping out with a bit of trepidation. Currently there is only one TV in our house, and it belongs to my brother, and it is in his bedroom because he's been living there alone for a few weeks, and he didn't like hanging out in the living room alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So today I'm gonna go buy one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/7635981_ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/7635981_ra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Plus I might spring for a DVD Recorder (I'd put a picture of that, but DVD Recorders aren't really that pretty, so it wasn't really worth the trouble!). Right now we have no cable or satellite, but I'm thinking of doing local cable just so I can watch the news and the weather and all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115463899568551198?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115463899568551198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115463899568551198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115463899568551198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115463899568551198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-teeth-and-some-other-exciting.html' title='About the Teeth, and Some Other Exciting Stuff'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115455110954833394</id><published>2006-08-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:32:20.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why My Dating Chances May Be D00med &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is honestly all in fun! I know God will send a man for me when He is ready to send him, but for a girl now-a-days, it can get pretty discouraging at times! These are just some random thoughts that have crossed my mind when I wonder why I'm still single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Well, I've been a bridesmaid for 4 weddings, and I was a junior bridesmaid for 1 when I was younger. Isn't there a saying about, "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. It is becoming more and more of a trend for single guys to come out of the closet and say they are gay. (I don't like this trend at all, for more than one reason!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. According to &lt;a href="http://realestate.msn.com/Rentals/Articleforbes.aspx?cp-documentid=694846&amp;amp;GT1=8384" target=""&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; I apparently live in THE WORST place for dating. (Thanks so much to &lt;a href="http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carmen&lt;/a&gt; for enlightening me about this joyful news!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. I'm kinda leery of the whole online dating thing. I mean just because some guy says he's a perfect Christian gentleman with normal teeth doesn't necessarily mean he is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. All the guys I am somewhat interested in are usually VERY shy. I'm not the type to make the first move, so I'm left in a quandary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. I REFUSE to lower my standards. I would rather be alone then settle for someone I know I wouldn't be completely happy with. (My standards aren't insane or anything. Strong Christian, gentleman, good teeth, a job, that's all I ask!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. I don't drink or smoke or do drugs. I'm totally not into the party/bar scene. And I don't want to date a guy who does these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. I have pretty feminine hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. I don't do very well with flirting. So I'm pretty limited in showing a guy I'm interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. I'm not a size 2! I really don't want a superficial kind of guy who would only look at me because of my looks anyway, but there don't seem to be many guys out there looking for a "good personality!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. I'm not really the "outdoorsy" type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. All of the young guys at my church are related to me. So no options there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. All the good guys seem to be taken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115455110954833394?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115455110954833394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115455110954833394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115455110954833394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115455110954833394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115452806470393741</id><published>2006-08-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:14:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Word Association</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, no one took a shot at yesterday's trivia question! The name of the toddler proclaimed to be "The Next Tiger Woods" is Brayden Bozak. This two year old can hit a golf ball 60 yards as straight as an arrow. Me...I can't even make contact with the ball. Golf is definitely not my game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, now onto the word association! You guys know the drill, list what first comes to mind when you see the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Tropical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115452806470393741?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115452806470393741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115452806470393741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115452806470393741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115452806470393741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesdays-word-association.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Word Association'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115443978211698365</id><published>2006-08-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:09:03.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey everybody! I've got a sports trivia question for you today. You can e-mail me the answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, and leave me a comment here letting me know that you sent an e-mail (please make your subject line on the e-mail your blogger name.) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is the name of the two year old golf prodigy that is predicted to be the "next Tiger Woods"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dig up that answer people, and don't forget to leave a comment here to let me know that you're e-mailing me the answer so I'll look for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115443978211698365?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115443978211698365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115443978211698365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115443978211698365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115443978211698365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-trivia.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115435035010030229</id><published>2006-07-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:52:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretive Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm sure that most of you have watched ice skating or ice dancing on television. They work to tell the story of the song with their movements. In ice skating when the tempo starts to speed up, the skater goes faster and faster until finally the skater leaps into a triple axle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, last night a little girl did something like that at our Bible School commencement. The kids were singing the songs they learned at Bible School for the adults at our ice cream social. One little two year old girl really got into the music and started to spin and twirl and bow to the audience. She was doing a pretty good job of sticking with the tempo of the music too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Until her brother decided to join in on her dance. He twirled and ran straight for her. He ran into her mid spin, and she crashed to the floor. She started to cry, I think more because her dance was ruined than because he had hurt her. But her tears didn't last too long. She started dancing once again just a minute later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's amazing how kids are able to bounce back like that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it's too bad that we as adults feel too embarrassed to dance like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115435035010030229?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115435035010030229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115435035010030229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115435035010030229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115435035010030229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/interpretive-dance.html' title='Interpretive Dance'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115391966780153788</id><published>2006-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:14:27.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Word Association</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Congrats to &lt;a href="http://thewillertons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aggiejenn&lt;/a&gt; for finding the correct answer to yesterday's trivia question. The answer was Will Rogers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now, onto Wednesday's Word Association. Like last week, I'm going to give you some words, and you list the first thing that pops into your head. No looking at anyone elses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Casting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Suite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let me see those thoughts people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115391966780153788?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115391966780153788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115391966780153788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115391966780153788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115391966780153788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesdays-word-association.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Word Association'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115383309251328699</id><published>2006-07-25T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:08:09.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay everybody, I think I'm gonna stick with the trivia thing. You can e-mail me the answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, and leave me a comment here letting me know that you sent an e-mail (please make your subject line on the e-mail your blogger name.) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who said this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Even if you are on the right track, you'll still get run over if you just sit there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dig up that answer people, and don't forget to leave a comment here to let me know that you're e-mailing me the answer so I'll look for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115383309251328699?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115383309251328699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115383309251328699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115383309251328699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115383309251328699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuesday-trivia_25.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115374953879083164</id><published>2006-07-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:58:58.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pictures of the Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's really busy today, so I'm just gonna share a few pics from my beach trip. Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Leah%20in%20her%20veil%20at%20Wendys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/Leah%20in%20her%20veil%20at%20Wendys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's Leah in the veil we made her wear into Wendys. She was a great sport about it even though she's really shy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Me%20Leah%20I%20Leah%20B%20and%20Marcia%20in%20front%20of%20the%20waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/Me%20Leah%20I%20Leah%20B%20and%20Marcia%20in%20front%20of%20the%20waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here are the four of us that went. From left Marcia, Leah I, Leah B, and myself. We are standing in front of the waterfall at the Ripley's aquarium!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/1600/Me%20and%20the%20Bride%20to%20Be.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3691/1830/320/Me%20and%20the%20Bride%20to%20Be.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here I am with the bride to be. We were sitting on one of the swings at the beach house. So relaxing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115374953879083164?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115374953879083164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115374953879083164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115374953879083164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115374953879083164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-pictures-of-trip.html' title='A Few Pictures of the Trip'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115348962303263437</id><published>2006-07-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:50:24.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Tickets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I got a question about all the tickets yesterday. And it made me realize that I don't think I've ever shared much about my job on here. Probably because this is supposed to be a funny blog, and in and of itself, a job just doesn't land on the funny side of things in most cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But for those who are interested, I'll share. And I'll try to make it as fun as possible! I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, you know those tickets that you throw away after you buy clothes? The strip with the size and the ticket on the waistband of jeans or a hangtag with a barcode? Well, I develop that stuff for VF Jeanswear. That's right, I develop trash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you'd think it'd be simple, but anything where marketing is involved is never simple. I mean those people nitpick over the color of a ticket for weeks. And I'm like, people are gonna throw this stuff away. But hey, it keeps me in a job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So anyway, that's why my desk is loaded down with rolls of tickets. Maybe one day I'll get it cleared off. Maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BTW, don't forget to go nominate your favorite blogs over at the Blogs of Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just click this link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogginoutloud.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogs-of-summer.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celebrating the Best Blogs of Summer" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1812/733/320/blogsofsum02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115348962303263437?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115348962303263437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115348962303263437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115348962303263437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115348962303263437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-tickets.html' title='About the Tickets...'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115340141110263928</id><published>2006-07-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:24:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen Things On My Desk At Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Ink Pens - Everywhere I turn so that I can just grab one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Lotion - My hands get dry because I work with paper a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Scissors - to cut tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Lots of tickets (the kind that are on your jeans when you buy them at the store)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Notepads (none of them completely full. All of them partially used.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Rubber bands (To keep bundles of tickets together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. A phone ( so that people can call me and complain if their tickets aren't right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. New ticket files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. New art discs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Rulers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. A scanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. My computer (without which I couldn't do much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115340141110263928?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115340141110263928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115340141110263928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115340141110263928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115340141110263928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-thirteen_20.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115331290615601341</id><published>2006-07-19T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:41:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First off I want to congratulate &lt;a href="http://thewillertons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aggiejenn&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://thewillertons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Showered with Grace&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jennlovesjesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflecting Him.&lt;/a&gt; She answered yesterday's trivia question correctly. The answer was Orville Wingait! Good job, Aggiejenn.&lt;br /&gt;Now for Wednesday's word I'm going to do something a little different. I'm gonna give you a few words, and I want you to leave comments about the first thing that each word brings to mind! No cheating now, don't look at anyone else's, just list your own! Okay, here's the words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Hula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have fun, and I hope you all play along!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115331290615601341?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115331290615601341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115331290615601341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115331290615601341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115331290615601341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesdays-word_19.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Word'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115322631043619026</id><published>2006-07-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:38:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay everybody. I'm gonna change things around a bit. Today I'm gonna give you a trivia question. You can e-mail me the answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heathersmith1982@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;, and leave me a comment here letting me know that you sent an e-mail (please make your subject line on the e-mail your blogger name.) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the Judy Garland classic "Summer Stock", who was Jane's original fiance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115322631043619026?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115322631043619026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115322631043619026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115322631043619026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115322631043619026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuesday-trivia.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115316415125509240</id><published>2006-07-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:22:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogs of Summer Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey guys! Starting Thursday nominations will be taken for the best blogs of summer over at Bloggin' Out Loud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Go over there and check it out and vote for your favorites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogginoutloud.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogs-of-summer.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Celebrating the Best Blogs of Summer" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1812/733/320/blogsofsum02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115316415125509240?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115316415125509240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115316415125509240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115316415125509240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115316415125509240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogs-of-summer-awards.html' title='The Blogs of Summer Awards'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115288325995200251</id><published>2006-07-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:20:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Good for the Chick Is Good for the Chicken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, let's get things straight first, I guess my niece would be the chick, and I'd be the chicken in this story! Anyway, my niece is potty training. She's pretty much completely potty trained only an occasional accident here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The funny thing is that she apparently thinks we're all in training too. See, last night I took her to the potty, and she finished then she turned to me and said, "You need to go to the potty, Hedder." (that's what she calls me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I said, "No, I don't have to go to the potty right now."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yes, go to potty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once again I said, "No, I don't have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She looked at me with a serious face and said, "You need to try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess she figured that's what her mom always tells her. I laughed me head off at her because she was so serious. It took a bit of distracting to get her out of the bathroom and convinced that I indeed didn't have to go to the potty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Two year olds are a riot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115288325995200251?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115288325995200251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115288325995200251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115288325995200251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115288325995200251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-good-for-chick-is-good-for.html' title='What&apos;s Good for the Chick Is Good for the Chicken...'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115279360163021193</id><published>2006-07-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:26:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="imagelink" href="http://design.goofygirl.org/ThursdayThirteen/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://design.goofygirl.org/images/TT2/TT6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday Thirteen Header Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://design.goofygirl.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goofy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thirteen Things I Want To Do In My Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Bunjee jumping. I think it looks fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Go skydiving. I used think people were crazy for doing this, but the older I get, the more I realize that you have to take chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Get a book that I'm pleased with written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Then get it published.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Go to Australia. My all-time dream vacation spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Go bowling in Canada, this has to do with a birthday card one of my friends got or gave me (I can't remember which) anyway, it said that we should go bowling in Canada so that when we got old we could say, "Remember that time we went bowling in Canada." So now we want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Sing with Third Day. They used to call people up on stage to sing with them. I want to be one of those people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Go on a missions trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Go on an Alaskan cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Build a house made of log or stone, well not actually build myself but have one built for me! Oh, and it has to have a waterfall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Go to Ireland. I've just always wanted to go there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115279360163021193?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115279360163021193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115279360163021193' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115279360163021193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115279360163021193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115262158011541978</id><published>2006-07-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:44:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am so excited you guys. My friend Leah called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to go to the beach. I was like YEAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;See, she's getting married in September, and she wanted a girl's weekend before she got married. Her fiance's parents have a beach house that they're gonna let us use, so voila a beach trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First off this is great because I haven't been to the beach in several years, but mostly it's great because I haven't gotten to take a trip with Leah since we graduated from high school 6 YEARS AGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anybody else out there have fun times coming up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115262158011541978?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115262158011541978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115262158011541978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115262158011541978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115262158011541978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/beach-trip.html' title='A Beach Trip'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115254564909320837</id><published>2006-07-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:34:09.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Posts Already??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I can't believe it, but I've made it to my 100th post on my second blog. Most of you do 100 things about yourselves at this momentous occasion. So, that's what I'm going to do, but I'm just gonna share 100 things about this past weekend. Believe me, it will enlighten you a bit about me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. I woke up early last Thursday morning to get my oil changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. I got my oil changed at Walmart because it's cheap there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Also I HATE going to garages, and I don't feel so out of place at Walmart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. My cousins Tracy and Christy went with me, so we could leave straight from there to go to &lt;a href="http://www1.paramountparks.com/kingsdominion/#actions" target="_blank"&gt;King's Dominion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. I drove to King's Dominion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. I had never been there before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. I missed an exit that I was supposed to take to one of the highways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. I don't know why I did, I'd taken the exit many times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. So we went on a little adventure and found a different way on a map so that I didn't have to turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. This only put us maybe half an hour behind schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. We stopped at a Wendy's to eat about halfway through the trip. This is where we discovered it was COLD in Virginia on Thursday. (Well cold compared to the lovely 95 degree temperatures we have been ENJOYING here in NC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. I ate a Fix and Mix Frosty despite the cool temperatures (don't get onto me, I was on vacation. There is no healthy eating on vacation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. I drove on to King's Dominion (no we didn't check into the hotel first. We were ready to ride some roller coasters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14. The first ride we rode was a ride that takes you up in the air and you swing and you can pull a lever to turn these wing things so you twist around. It was fun, but Tracy wouldn't ride with us because she has a fear of swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15. We then rode a stand up roller coaster that I can't remember the name of right now because it wasn't much fun. Honestly, this was the slowest roller coaster I'd ever been on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. We checked out the rest of the park and then went to the concert for Thursday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. We saw &lt;a href="http://kutless.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kutless&lt;/a&gt; (who were pretty good in concert even though I didn't know many of their songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. Then we saw the &lt;a href="http://newsboys.com/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Newsboys.&lt;/a&gt; "I Am Free" was already one of my favorite songs. After hearing it live, I love it even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19. We walked through a herd of people to my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20. We drove to the hotel and checked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. We walked to our room only to find it hadn't been cleaned. Yes, I know we should've checked into the hotel before we went to the park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;22. We called down to the front desk, and the lady told us she was there alone, but that she could give us some sheets and we could change the beds ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. We were like, "Ummm....no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;24. Turns out several people had the same problem, so the manager was called into the hotel, and he switched us to a clean room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. There was only one problem with the room. It didn't have two double beds, it had one king size one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;26. They didn't have roll-aways, we called and asked for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;27. So the three of us slept in the one bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;28. Thankfully Tracy didn't mind sleeping in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. Unfortunately, she almost crushed Christy to death in the midst of the night. Not really, she just rolled over on her, but Christy said she never realized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;30. So we woke up partially rested, but still very excited for another day at the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31.We rode the Anaconda where we bought the picture, but blogger isn't cooperating, so I'll post it later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;32. We also rode The Italian Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;33. And a lot of other rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;34. We rode the elevator to the top of the Eifel Tower. I wasn't sure I'd want to do this because I thought I might not like to be way up high if I wasn't moving at a high speed. Turns out it didn't bother me at all. However, Tracy rediscovered her fear of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;35. Tracy and I were very disappointed to find that both of the really fun looking roller coasters, The Volcano and the Hypersonic XLC, were closed. Christy wasn't disappointed because she didn't plan on riding either of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;36. We rode some water rides and got soaked because it was hot on Friday. The chilliness from Thursday didn't stay with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;37. We missed &lt;a href="http://pocketfullofrocks.com/pfor_main.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pocket Full of Rocks&lt;/a&gt; because the lady at the concert gate told us the concert started at 6 when it actually started at 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;38. We caught the tail end of Josh Finklea's message about giving to &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/Default" target="_blank"&gt;Compassion International.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;39. After that we heard &lt;a href="http://davidcrowderband.com/index2.php3" target="_blank"&gt;The David Crowder Band.&lt;/a&gt; They were pretty good. They aren't really one of my all-time favorites, but the concert was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;40. Christy's boyfriend Josh came and joined us (don't worry, he stayed in a different room. Actually, we traded rooms with him because he had two beds, and we only had one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;41. Next came &lt;a href="http://tobymac.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Toby Mac.&lt;/a&gt; He is one of my favorites. After he was done, I was getting pretty tired of standing on my feet, but I couldn't sit down for long because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. The next group was &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castingcrowns.com/main.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casting Crowns&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you've never seen them in concert, go. AWESOME!! I laughed, I cried, I worshipped. Just awesome! It was after this concert that my voice turned into a cracking, squeaking mess (and it still is!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;43. We went back to the hotel where we found a clean room for us, but not for Josh (but he was fine with it since he knew us, and we were the ones who had slept in there the night before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;44. We were tired, so we laid down to go to sleep not too long after we got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;45. Tracy fell sound asleep quickly, which was good for Christy and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;46. Because we had plotted to wrap Tracy's bed up in saran wrap while she was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;47. I really wish blogger would let me post pictures because it was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;48. The funniest part is that Tracy never woke up. We wrapped her bed with two full rolls of saran wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;49. Don't worry, we didn't put it where it would suffocate her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;50. And she laughed about it with us the next day, so we're still friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;51. On Saturday morning we woke up and went to see &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/" target="_blank"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean:Dead Man's Chest&lt;/a&gt; which is a great movie. You should see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;52. There was a pirate ship outside of the movie theater when we came back out of the movie (our movie started at 10, which is apparently before they had the pirate ship ready, and for the record is like the earliest I've ever been to a movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;53. Tracy had to have her picture taken beside the pirate ship. (Yeah, can't post that one either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;54. After that we ate lunch at Chili's with Tracy's college friend Angela and her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;55. Then it was off to the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;56. By this time, we were all walking in a little slower (except for Josh because he hadn't already walked the park for two days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;57. But when we got inside we had lots of fun times. Christy and I skipped the Anaconda this time because we didn't think we could handle it after eating Chili's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;58. But we rode The Italian Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;59. We also rode the water tube ride. Christy and I got soaked. I'm talking I should've worn a black shirt rather than a yellow one soaked. Yeah, I walked with my arms crossed in front of me for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;60. We then searched the park for a Chick-Fila because we were sick of hotdogs, hamburgers and chicken strips. We found it in the water park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;61. Then we made the long trek to the concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;62. We skipped most of them for Saturday because we wanted Josh to be able to ride some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;63. But we got there for &lt;a href="http://jeremycamp.com/home.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jeremy Camp&lt;/a&gt; who made me cry with his testimony. I just love to hear him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;64. Then there was &lt;a href="http://thirdday.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt; one of my all-time favorite groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;65. The concert ended, and the last prayer was said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;66. We took one last picture, kinda sad because our much anticipated time at King's Dominion was officially over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;67. We then went back to the hotel to find two clean rooms (shocking isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;68. No jokes were played on Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;69. I think we were all way too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;70. We woke up Sunday morning at 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;71. Then we packed everything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;72. And Tracy and Josh did the checkout thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;73. Then we went to Cracker Barrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;74. And Tracy put us under the fake last name of Dingus. And she didn't listen well and didn't even get to hear them say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;75. We got a waitress who didn't even have one star (if you know much about Cracker Barrel, their waiters and waitresses are rated with stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;76. But we got all our food, and I left with a to-go cup of unsweet tea, so we were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;77. Josh and Christy led the way in his truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;78. Tracy and I followed them to highway 360, but then we had to make a pit-stop, so we lost them. (but it was okay, because we knew where we were)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;79. Tracy bought some Skittles to throw out the window while we were at the convenient store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;80. And I bought some Gatorades (Tracy is addicted to the stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;81. We went down the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;82. Tracy threw some Skittles out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;83. We listened to the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;84. And listened and listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;85. We went 60mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;86. Then 45mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;87. Then 60mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;88. Well, you get the picture, there was a lot of back and forth in the speed limit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;89. Then we got onto 58 toward Danville, and we passed a space ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;90. Seriously a space ship, I can't wait to post the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;91. We stopped and took a few pictures of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;92. We drove more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;93. Listened to the radio more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;94. Got onto 29 S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;95. Finally got to the Ruffin exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;96. Took a few more turns and finally pulled onto my road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;97. Carried the bags inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;98. Laid down for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;99. Went to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;100. Came home and CRASHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope you made it through my 100! If so, thanks! And I hope you know me a bit better now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115254564909320837?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115254564909320837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115254564909320837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115254564909320837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115254564909320837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/100-posts-already.html' title='100 Posts Already??'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22108709.post-115210158333212858</id><published>2006-07-05T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:13:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today's word is vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Actual meaning: A period of time devoted to pleasure, rest, or relaxation, especially one with pay granted to an employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Meaning to me: The time I am getting off of work for the next two days to go to KINGSFEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's right, this will be my last post of the week because I'm going to King's Dominion for Kingsfest! I get to see the Newsboys, Casting Crowns, Third Day, Toby Mac and the list goes on! I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be back to visit your blogs next week! Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22108709-115210158333212858?l=heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115210158333212858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22108709&amp;postID=115210158333212858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115210158333212858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22108709/posts/default/115210158333212858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesdays-word.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Word'/><author><name>Heather Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15018641352722945047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZVigUeVa1w/S0YPulFZKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fouGZtu5hY0/S220/SDC12813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
