<?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-9213697679322857631</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:11:09.798-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='emails'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Tornado'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Dear So and So'/><category term='New Stuff'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Snow Storm'/><category term='Ice Storm 2010'/><category term='Douche'/><category term='My View'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='Stupid People'/><category term='Immigration'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Storm Chasing'/><category term='Hump Day'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Kayla'/><category term='Novel'/><category term='Thursday Things I Want'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Ham Radios'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Bucket List'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Cool Stuff'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Crazy Time'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Missing'/><category term='Introductions'/><category term='Video'/><category term='questions'/><category term='Surprise'/><category term='I Hate You Obama'/><title type='text'>The Truth As I See It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6245303212811893853</id><published>2011-07-19T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:51:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Times</title><content type='html'>This guest post from Lenny Mcknight&lt;br /&gt;Is  it bad that I chose a job based on being able to go in after 9 a.m.?   I’m sorry- but I’m just not a morning person and I never will be.  I  would so much rather go in at 9 and stay until 7 or 8 at night. In the  mornings, I don’t see how people get out of the house before 8:30! I  have some teacher friends that literally have to be at school at 6:30.  That means that they wake up before 6.  I don’t think this should be  legal! Now, they do get off really early, but then they’re so tired that  they can’t do anything for the rest of the day!  I would be a wreck if I  had to wake up that early.  I have my morning routine that I wouldn’t  give up for the world! I wake up, get some &lt;a href="http://www.zokacoffee.com/"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;, go to the gym (3 days a week), watch some recorded news show from my satellite that I got at &lt;a href="http://www.direc4u.com/direct-tv-nfl-sunday-ticket.html"&gt;http://direc4U.com&lt;/a&gt;,  read the paper, and eat my breakfast in peace! I can’t imagine what I’d  be like if I had one of those jobs where you have to wake up at 5 in  the morning and leave by 6. I don’t think I’d have any friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6245303212811893853?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6245303212811893853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6245303212811893853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6245303212811893853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6245303212811893853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/job-times.html' title='Job Times'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4557030142733197626</id><published>2011-07-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:45:58.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pampered Chef</title><content type='html'>There are days that I have to think seriously about what I am going to do with my life, and then there are days that I am fine with how things are going and don't care to change anything.  I have always wanted to be a stay at home mom, but now that I am one, I think about rejoining the workforce often.  I wish there were ways for me to do both but there aren't.  Or are there?  (this is a question from a friend of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! There are absolutely ways to do both!  I started being a Pampered Chef consultant a couple of weeks ago, and so far I love it!  It doesn't take much time and the payout is much better than my job used to be.  AND I get to stay at home during the days with my awesome kids!  If anyone is interested in doing this with me, contact me!  hselby0487@gmail.com and let me know just how much income you want to make extra!  I can help you be just as happy as I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4557030142733197626?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4557030142733197626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4557030142733197626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4557030142733197626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4557030142733197626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/pampered-chef.html' title='The Pampered Chef'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7968996508184574637</id><published>2011-05-03T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:40:05.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Gets Me Out Of The Extreme Cold</title><content type='html'>Written by my friend Dong Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling in the winter months is something that I enjoy doing. Now for the most part I know that going to the state of Florida is going to get me out of the cold weather that is present. However, I know that I still enjoy going into some of the cold weather areas, but not as much as what I used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I travel to Florida I know that for the most part I am going to be able to get out of the cold weather that can be making it unbearable where I live, but I am also able to see what happens in other parts of the country when the cold hits. However, I know that for me when I come to this part of t! he country it usually means heading to the beaches and have people look at me like I am crazy when I go out into the water. Then when I explain to them that I am used to water that is even colder in temperature than what they have I can see the sense of understanding come over their face. &lt;br /&gt;Being able to head to Florida for the fun and sun in the middle of the winter is a great thing. That is when I know that heading home is going to be a great thing as well since I remembered to set my home security alarm (&lt;a href="http://www.totalalarmsystems.com/"&gt;totalalarmsystems.com/&lt;/a&gt;) before leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7968996508184574637?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7968996508184574637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7968996508184574637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7968996508184574637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7968996508184574637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Florida Gets Me Out Of The Extreme Cold'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7920271670688864602</id><published>2011-03-22T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:05:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did I Go?</title><content type='html'>I have been working on my other blog.  It is a money saving blog with tons of great ideas.  I hope you will all go join me there.  It is called &lt;a href="http://jobofmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Being A Mom&lt;/a&gt;.  Come play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7920271670688864602?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7920271670688864602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7920271670688864602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7920271670688864602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7920271670688864602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-did-i-go.html' title='Where Did I Go?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5314261803483160347</id><published>2011-02-14T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:48:06.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Another Review!</title><content type='html'>It's time for another review! I hope you all enjoy them! These reviews are brought to you by CSN Stores and I LOVE this website! You can get dishes or &lt;a href="http://www.swingsetsandmore.com/"&gt;outdoor playsets&lt;/a&gt; or baby items! I have used &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/"&gt;CSN Stores&lt;/a&gt; many times and I have never been disappointed! I can't wait to share my next review with you all and I hope you all can head on over and find something YOU might like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5314261803483160347?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5314261803483160347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5314261803483160347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5314261803483160347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5314261803483160347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-review.html' title='Another Review!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-747768271231731300</id><published>2011-02-14T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:24:53.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review of Sealy Springfree Latex Foam Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="hreview"&gt;&lt;div class="item"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Sealy-309X-PIC2033.html"&gt;Originally submitted at CSN Stores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/00/59/5479002_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0"&gt;&lt;shorttext&gt;Drift off to a blissful slumber and wake up feeling rejuvenated with pillows by Sealy. The &lt;strong&gt;Sealy Springfree Latex Foam Pillow&lt;/strong&gt;, made of 270 thread count 100% cotton, will be a great addition to your bed.&lt;/shorttext&gt; The 100% natural latex foam core  conforms to your uniqu...                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Sealy-309X-PIC2033.html" style="display: none;" class="url fn"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Sealy Springfree Latex Foam Pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong class="summary"&gt;Love This Pillow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;MomHeather&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;abbr title="2011214T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2/14/2011&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images/stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -180px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: none"&gt;&lt;span class="rating"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;out of 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:1em" class="description"&gt;Very comfortable but not firm at all so if you are looking for firm, this is not the right pillow.  I am a side sleeper so I wrap my arms around it and it works perfect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0.5em"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license"&gt;legalese&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-747768271231731300?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/747768271231731300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=747768271231731300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/747768271231731300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/747768271231731300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-review-of-sealy-springfree-latex.html' title='My Review of Sealy Springfree Latex Foam Pillow'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-9063744460497935658</id><published>2011-01-24T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:07:00.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>MEME? For Me?! THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TT2R2Y3oZiI/AAAAAAAAATY/SFBjCmrMMeA/s1600/award.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TT2R2Y3oZiI/AAAAAAAAATY/SFBjCmrMMeA/s320/award.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565765078074549794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the amazingly creative rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. You must proudly display the absolutely disgusting graphic that I have created for these purposes (put it in your post, you don't have to put it in your sidebar, I think that would seriously be asking too much). It's so bad that not only did I use COMIC SANS, but there's even a little jumping, celebrating kitten down there at the bottom. It's horrifying! But its presence in your award celebration is crucial to the memetastic process we're creating here. If you need a higher resolution version... I totally have one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must list 5 things about yourself, and 4 of them must be bold-faced lies. Just make something up, we'll never know; one of them has to be true, though. Of course, nobody will ever know the difference, so we're just on the honor system here. I trust you. Except for the 4 that you lied about, you liars! But don't go crazy trying to think of stuff, you'll see by the example I've set below that we're not really interested in quality here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You must pass this award on to 5 bloggers that you either like or don't like or don't really have much of an opinion about. I don't care who you pick, and nobody needs to know why. I mean, you can give a reason if you want, but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you fail to follow any of the above rules, I will hunt you down and harass you incessantly until you either block me on Twitter or ban my IP address from visiting your blog. I don't know if you can actually do that last thing, but I will become so annoying to you that you will actually go out and hire an IT professional to train you on how to ban IP addresses just so that I'll leave you alone. I'm serious. I'm going to do these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum Roll PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I played Hockey with a donkey last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I trained a mouse to fetch things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never been out of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have never lied before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. None of these are lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drollgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;drollgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://outofbevshead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bev&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://waitinthevan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelettersbycora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midgetmanofsteel.com/"&gt;Mooooooog35&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-9063744460497935658?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9063744460497935658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=9063744460497935658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/9063744460497935658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/9063744460497935658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/meme-for-me-thank-you.html' title='MEME? For Me?! THANK YOU!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TT2R2Y3oZiI/AAAAAAAAATY/SFBjCmrMMeA/s72-c/award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4733727877834295274</id><published>2011-01-22T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:56:11.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What's Up Chicken Butt</title><content type='html'>I'm still running strong on less than ideal sleep conditions BUT we got great news today! Hold your horses. I gotta tell you about the other stuff first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, Ally is doing great. She has gained almost 2 pounds in her first month of life and grown almost 2 inches! She is a chubba chubba chubs. We are dealing with some gas problems and also battling a little bit of reflux, but she is still gaining good and that is what matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a photo session some time in the next week and then we will be posting her newborn photos soon after. I can't wait to see how photogenic she is. I bet she is just as photogenic as her sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for that great news! I get to stay at home with my girls starting in August! I will be going back to school full time at which point I will become a stay at home mommy. This is something that means the absolute world to me. I have always wanted to be able to stay at home with Kayla and now The Man and I have come to the conclusion that this is what is best for us. I'm truly blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4733727877834295274?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4733727877834295274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4733727877834295274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4733727877834295274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4733727877834295274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-up-chicken-butt.html' title='What&apos;s Up Chicken Butt'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4634333360893458390</id><published>2011-01-12T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:49:21.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayla'/><title type='text'>Sleep Is For Wimps!</title><content type='html'>I don't need sleep.  I'm running strong on 3 1/2 hours of sleep!  I have made my daughters lunch for school, completed 4 loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen and living room, AND I still had enough energy left to feed and change Allyson without falling asleep on her. Now, to be fair, I have also had almost an entire 2 liter bottle of pepsi.  I've gotten to the point where I am TOO tired to sleep.  Meh, not so important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has been going on in my life lately?  Well, obviously having a baby is a pretty big deal, but it isn't the ONLY thing going on for me.  I still have my other daughter and she is still a HUGE part of my everyday life, so it is time to share a little about what has been going on with her lately.  She is very happy with her new baby sister, but at the same time she is struggling with the changes.  Her dad has been pretty absent from her life lately and that has become pretty difficult for her to deal with.  She recently asked if she could start calling The Man daddy.  I had to tell her that she should wait until she felt that was the right thing for her.  I am not sure I would be okay with that, but at the same time, I don't want her to feel like she doesn't have a daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also doing EXCELLENT in school.  She is so smart!  I am so very proud of her!  She is such a wonderful little girl!  I feel like the luckiest mommy in the world.  I have two beautiful daughters, a wonderful man who loves me and who I love back, and I feel like my life is going in the right direction.  I am so truly happy with the way things are going and I find myself actually feeling GIDDY!  I hope everyone else has started their New Year with as much happiness and joy as I have, and I hope things only get MUCH MUCH better from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4634333360893458390?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4634333360893458390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4634333360893458390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4634333360893458390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4634333360893458390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleep-is-for-wimps.html' title='Sleep Is For Wimps!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6353690879028636249</id><published>2011-01-11T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T07:09:59.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>So Here Is The Story</title><content type='html'>I went to my regularly scheduled doctors appointment on December 22nd completely expecting to be told I would be pregnant FOREVER and becoming more and more miserable as time went on. My feet were so swollen they hurt, my heart was racing all the time, I was tired and cranky and my chest had been hurting for several days. Turns out, these were symptoms of preeclampsia and my doctor scheduled a 2 day induction. Well, I went in to the hospital on December 24th at 5:30 am and we learned that I was 4 cm and almost 100% complete. No need to do much to help get me started. No need to do the 2 day induction. My pitocin was started at 7 am and Allyson Marie was born at 12:15 pm. She weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces and measured in at 20 inches in length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was breathing just fine all on her own and let us know how unhappy she was to be taken from my warm body. She screamed! LOUD! But as soon as she was placed on my chest, she simply stopped. She looked up at my face and just didn't cry anymore. She doesn't hardly cry at all. I have been blessed with the best babies in the world. Her big sister never cried either. Here I am 18 days after giving birth and she is sleeping for 6 hours at a time at night. It is heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSxyaT01f_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/YHp2lzEUFmE/s1600/love%2Bauntie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSxyaT01f_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/YHp2lzEUFmE/s320/love%2Bauntie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560945436219768818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSxyaMH_vsI/AAAAAAAAATI/75z95a8HR7Q/s1600/little%2Bsister.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSxyaMH_vsI/AAAAAAAAATI/75z95a8HR7Q/s320/little%2Bsister.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560945434152648386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6353690879028636249?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6353690879028636249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6353690879028636249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6353690879028636249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6353690879028636249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-here-is-story.html' title='So Here Is The Story'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSxyaT01f_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/YHp2lzEUFmE/s72-c/love%2Bauntie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4396367897476990982</id><published>2011-01-02T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:14:00.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, things are definitly changed forever!  My life has changed for the better in just the past week and a half.  I found out on December 22nd that I would be having a child on Christmas Eve, as long as everything went well.  I walked into the hospital at 5:30 am December 24th, 2010 and at 12:15 pm we welcomed our baby girl, Allyson Marie, into this world.  She is just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSEinsU7dLI/AAAAAAAAATA/yqjwZmceSd8/s1600/163274_1806898816029_1346691456_2086751_8325046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSEinsU7dLI/AAAAAAAAATA/yqjwZmceSd8/s320/163274_1806898816029_1346691456_2086751_8325046_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761480461087922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSEinbGn8UI/AAAAAAAAAS4/No1xC3SBXnI/s1600/165621_1806901576098_1346691456_2086772_6040041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSEinbGn8UI/AAAAAAAAAS4/No1xC3SBXnI/s320/165621_1806901576098_1346691456_2086772_6040041_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761475837686082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4396367897476990982?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4396367897476990982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4396367897476990982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4396367897476990982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4396367897476990982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TSEinsU7dLI/AAAAAAAAATA/yqjwZmceSd8/s72-c/163274_1806898816029_1346691456_2086751_8325046_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8818650432142535412</id><published>2010-12-18T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:53:30.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Product Review!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my product from &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/"&gt;CSN Stores&lt;/a&gt; in the mail the other day and put it together and I FELL. IN. LOVE!!!! Let me first explain that I have been looking for the PERFECT Christmas present for my daughter for several months now. I have looked everywhere! High and low! I found &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Badger-Basket-01721-BP1131.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TQ1k1l5_yzI/AAAAAAAAASs/VKfLtPndkQQ/s1600/Doll%252BCrib%252Bwith%252BCabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TQ1k1l5_yzI/AAAAAAAAASs/VKfLtPndkQQ/s320/Doll%252BCrib%252Bwith%252BCabinet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552204787488901938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it together in under FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!! It seems really very sturdy and I just KNOW my 6 year old will absolutely adore it. With a new sister due any day now, I expect she will really enjoy mimicking me and playing with her own baby. I am so happy with the product and it was so inexpensive. I am so excited for her to open it on Christmas morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8818650432142535412?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8818650432142535412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8818650432142535412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8818650432142535412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8818650432142535412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/product-review.html' title='Product Review!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TQ1k1l5_yzI/AAAAAAAAASs/VKfLtPndkQQ/s72-c/Doll%252BCrib%252Bwith%252BCabinet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1105656054535131308</id><published>2010-12-08T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:15:27.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>CSN Stores Review</title><content type='html'>Recently I got the opportunity to do another review for CSN Stores!  Naturally, I was completely stoked and accepted the offer immediately!  So first let me tell you a little bit about CSN Stores. It is a website that beings together over 200 companies to get you what you need without you having to search all over the place for it. You can literally almost get anything using this site. Just a few things you can search for are &lt;a href="http://Www.tvstands.com"&gt;TV Stands&lt;/a&gt;, childrens toys, and large furniture items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have greatly enjoyed using &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com"&gt;CSN Stores&lt;/a&gt; to do much of my holiday shopping this year!  I am excited to share with you all the great product I have to review and will be posting that review in the next few days!  Please stick around to learn more and hear about the awesome things they have to offer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1105656054535131308?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1105656054535131308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1105656054535131308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1105656054535131308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1105656054535131308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/12/csn-stores-review.html' title='CSN Stores Review'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6775380258674166023</id><published>2010-11-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:04:34.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayla'/><title type='text'>You Wanna Know What</title><content type='html'>I have the greatest family and friends a girl could ask for!  Yep, I said it.  My family and friends are better than yours.  Suck on that lemon Beyotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so awesome you ask?  Because, they are throwing a party just for ME!  And the baby.  And my most beautiful 5 year old, soon to be BIG SISTER!, Kayla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna drink punch, play ridiculously fun games, eat too much finger foods and laugh all day long!  We are going to celebrate!  Celebrate new life.  Celebrate new roles in life!  Celebrate how wonderfully blessed we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla is going to be a big sister and she could not be more excited!  "When is my sister gonna get here?  Do I get to change her diaper?  Do I get to feed her?  Do I get to hold her?  Will she sleep in my room?  Can I play with her?!?!?!  Mommy when is she getting here!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.  I am ready for December to roll on up and I am ready for our newest addition to finally get here!  My feet are swollen, my BP is too high, and my back hurts.  BUT IT IS ALL SOOOOOO WORTH IT!  I am so blessed!  I can't wait to share pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6775380258674166023?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6775380258674166023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6775380258674166023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6775380258674166023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6775380258674166023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-wanna-know-what.html' title='You Wanna Know What'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8694824507155508197</id><published>2010-10-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:16:10.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayla'/><title type='text'>Well, It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing?  Growing life.  It's a tough job but somebody needs to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the annonymous douchebag who left comments on my blog calling me a fat cow, stop being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my lovely readers who may or may not be missing me, I have fun things to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEzkXX-I/AAAAAAAAASk/qCE2VeXY5ds/s1600/73913_1697557962576_1346691456_1857352_6203708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEzkXX-I/AAAAAAAAASk/qCE2VeXY5ds/s320/73913_1697557962576_1346691456_1857352_6203708_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534321492228530146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEUveLcI/AAAAAAAAASc/DvdacMKPnoI/s1600/babygirl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEUveLcI/AAAAAAAAASc/DvdacMKPnoI/s320/babygirl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534321483953614274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEShXO_I/AAAAAAAAASU/p0jMlS6fhHM/s1600/73858_1689505561271_1346691456_1843041_5942321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEShXO_I/AAAAAAAAASU/p0jMlS6fhHM/s320/73858_1689505561271_1346691456_1843041_5942321_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534321483357567986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEAgY-RI/AAAAAAAAASM/nyg8IZI-Y74/s1600/73756_1689503441218_1346691456_1843025_609307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEAgY-RI/AAAAAAAAASM/nyg8IZI-Y74/s320/73756_1689503441218_1346691456_1843025_609307_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534321478521649426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 30 weeks today, going to have a second baby girl a couple of days after my first baby girl turns 6.  My family will be complete.  I love my life, my family, and myself!  I hope everyone is doing well and continues to do well!  Hope to share more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8694824507155508197?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8694824507155508197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8694824507155508197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8694824507155508197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8694824507155508197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-its-been-while.html' title='Well, It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TM3cEzkXX-I/AAAAAAAAASk/qCE2VeXY5ds/s72-c/73913_1697557962576_1346691456_1857352_6203708_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-797791972703524102</id><published>2010-09-30T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:28:44.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You Misunderstand</title><content type='html'>I am a simple girl and I lead a simple life. I enjoy sitting on the front porch and listening to cows moo and crickets chirp. Playing t-ball in the yard is more fun than shopping. I try to leave the outside world were it belongs. Outside of my home. That does not make me simple minded. You misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will teach my daughter right from wrong. I will teach her that the simple things in life are more important than material things. She thinks that catching toads is more fun than going to huge gaming complexes. She lives a simple life, but she is not simple minded. You misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold a political debate with some of the greatest minds in politics. I can calculate complex equations in my head. I can recall historical facts in the blink of an eye. I can tell you how the Dow is doing today and how it has done in the past 6 months. I can hold intelligent conversations with people who have been deemed genius'. I live a simple life, but by no means does that make me simple minded. You misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see someone playing in the mud with their kids, do not jump to the conclusion that they are simple minded. Do not assume that they are unaware of the risks. Do not assume anything. They are leading their simple lives, and they are happy. Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-797791972703524102?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/797791972703524102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=797791972703524102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/797791972703524102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/797791972703524102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-misunderstand.html' title='You Misunderstand'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2961293420217306382</id><published>2010-09-22T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:37:47.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>One Small Step For Mankind...</title><content type='html'>One GIANT leap for pregnant women. I got The Man to take out the trash WITHOUT asking... And carry the groceries up the stairs. And move the furniture around to vacuum. WITHOUT ASKING! I suppose once my condition is delivered, he will go back to normal, but while I am sporting this baby bump he is doing everything for me. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the baby bump? Yep, it's still there y'all. No aliens have taken it away. I am coming up on 25 weeks and I am SAILING through. Wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TJo-CXo5frI/AAAAAAAAASE/DCQs7ajYe7A/s1600/asdfasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TJo-CXo5frI/AAAAAAAAASE/DCQs7ajYe7A/s320/asdfasd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519792503722180274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my tummy is officially bigger than my boobs. I'm not sad though, that's a BABY! She's my special baby too. She surprised us when we found out about her, and she has been surprising us ever since. I feel her kick daily now, I can tell when she is rolling and when she is kicking. I know where her head is as opposed to her feets. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla loves her too.  On our way to school in the morning, she must give me hugs and kisses and THEN give baby sister hugs and kisses.  She talks about her all the time.  When is she coming?  How long is that?  Can she come today?  We can put her back after we play with her.  I just wanna see her.  Can I dress her up like I do my babies?  It warms my heart.  I can't wait until they meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a wonderful day today! Enjoy it while it lasts, because it is the LAST DAY OF SUMMER!!!! HUGS AND KISSES and wish me luck at my ultrasound today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2961293420217306382?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2961293420217306382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2961293420217306382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2961293420217306382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2961293420217306382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-small-step-for-mankind.html' title='One Small Step For Mankind...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TJo-CXo5frI/AAAAAAAAASE/DCQs7ajYe7A/s72-c/asdfasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3840841321515848767</id><published>2010-09-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:00:02.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>That's IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Another edition of "Stop Pissing Me Off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother.  My child is MY child.  I will raise her according to a parenting plan that I have decided upon and I will change that plan as I see fit to do so.  I do not tell other people how to raise their children, and unless I KNOW that what you are doing is against the law, I will not interfere with your parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP TELLING ME HOW TO RAISE MY CHILD!!!  I will spank my daughter if I feel she needs a spanking.  I will take her toys away if I feel she needs them taken away.  I will ground her, YES AT FIVE YEARS OLD, I WILL ground her if she is misbehaving.  How the fuck else do you teach a child wrong from right?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not go any further into this because there is no further explanation needed.  Thank you and good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3840841321515848767?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3840841321515848767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3840841321515848767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3840841321515848767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3840841321515848767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s IT!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-631975632418699507</id><published>2010-09-09T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:14:54.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Stop Pissing Me Off!</title><content type='html'>Mediocrity! I am so fed up with mediocrity. It is like we have come to accept it or expect it so much so that we don't even strive for anything better anymore. I am still expected to pay the same price for a good as I was expected to pay 5 years ago, but that same good is not expected to be as good as it was? BULLSHIT! This is why I don't shop anymore. This is why I buy everything I get used. Why the fuck buy something full priced when it is going to be a piece of shit no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just our gross product that has started to suck. Our school systems suck too. Unless you can afford to send your children to a private school, you are stuck with government funded education programs and guess what!? They aren't doing their jobs! I am a firm believer that learning doesn't stop at school, and when your child comes home, it is your job as parent to ensure that they continue to learn new things and improve on the things that they have learned. But when the fuck did it become my job to teach my daughter something she should be learning in school? I pay my taxes so I feel like she should be getting a quality education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taught my daughter her alphabet, how to spell small words, and how to read small words. I am teaching her all the time, but this past week she has brought home 2 books that I am supposed to teach her how to read by the end of the week... That is completely ridiculous. You mean, you want me to teach her and just send her to school so you can make sure she is learning and collect your money? Why don't I just home school and save myself the fucking hassle?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the service industry. When I walk into an oil change place or a restaurant or any other store for that matter, I am paying YOU to do something for ME. If you want my money, do it with a fucking smile on your face. The next time a waitress drops food on my table and walks away, I am going to scream. I actually got up and told a manager that I would be leaving and not coming back after something like this happened. I am paying money for something that I am not getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention America! Stop being okay with just being okay! Strive to be better! WANT better things. If you continue to accept things being done half assed, you will continue to receive things that are done half assed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-631975632418699507?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/631975632418699507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=631975632418699507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/631975632418699507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/631975632418699507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/stop-pissing-me-off.html' title='Stop Pissing Me Off!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6038591239386719577</id><published>2010-09-07T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:26:09.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Yes, You Really Do Piss Me Off!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start a mini series. We will call it "Pissing Heather Off" and I hope none of you are offended, but then again I don't really care. There are some things that I have noticed really piss me off. I am going to share them with you 1 at a time until I run out of them. This could take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what your political affiliation is or where you think this country is headed. I especially don't care if your BUMPER STICKERS are telling me!!! What the fuck good are you if the only thing you add to political debate is tacky, poorly thought out bumper stickers?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give 2 fucks who you voted for, and it is especially ignorant when the person you voted for and proudly carry on the back of your piece of shit 1984 Cutlass with 22" rims, is the same person who is drilling our country into the ground! GUESS WHAT DUMB ASS?! You are stupid and you piss me off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't give a flying leap about your political affiliation, but what really gets under my skin is the "Are you tired of the Change?" stickers I see everywhere. Well, yes I am fucking tired of the change, but guess what Einstein? That bumper sticker isn't fixing anything. It just means if you get lost in the wrong neighborhood, you are more likely to get shot in the face than I am. Pat yourself on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have a problem with the way things are going, stop putting it on the back of your car cuz guess what? Not many politicians are looking at the ass end of your vehicle. Get your lazy ass out of that vehicle and get to your town meetings and your state legislative venues. I hate you political bumper sticker people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6038591239386719577?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6038591239386719577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6038591239386719577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6038591239386719577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6038591239386719577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-you-really-do-piss-me-off.html' title='Yes, You Really Do Piss Me Off!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8064136049196772417</id><published>2010-08-27T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:29:10.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>I'm Out And I'm Proud!</title><content type='html'>Out of hiding that is.  No, I'm not gay.  Gah some people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my little Ally at my doctor's appointment, and she is growing and thriving!  She is measuring 2 1/2 weeks ahead of my due date in size.  Talk about WOWZERS!  But the doctor said things will probably even out as time goes on.  She is kicking and moving like CRAZY lately.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can feel her outside of my tummy yet, BUT we do have a fetal doppler so Kayla gets to listen to her heartbeat and she LOVES that.  12" long and 13 ounces.  She is a big booger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a blessed and wonderful weekend!  I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8064136049196772417?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8064136049196772417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8064136049196772417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8064136049196772417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8064136049196772417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-out-and-im-proud.html' title='I&apos;m Out And I&apos;m Proud!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2677760108350793795</id><published>2010-08-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:56:21.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I've Been Hiding</title><content type='html'>From the world really.  I don't want to come out of my shell lately.  I read about death and hate all over the internet, and I am not in the place to handle it.  I want to be happy right now and cherish the love that I have growing within me.  I know that people say you should stay connected with the outside world and that if you don't that you lose something important.  I could really care less.  Take it all away.  All that matters to me right now, the only thing in this WHOLE WIDE WORLD, is my family.  You can have everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel baby kicks daily now.  My tummy has gotten to the point where I no longer look fat.  I'm definitly pregnant.  I keep hiding it because I am not ready to share my happiness with people outside of my family.  Only my boss knows at work, and I will keep it that way for a while.  I know that after the first trimester, chances of miscarriage go down.  I know this, but a close friend who shares my due date just lost her baby.  I'll keep my secret until I can't keep it any longer.  I don't like to share my grief with anyone, and I am good at sharing my happiness with only family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2677760108350793795?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2677760108350793795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2677760108350793795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2677760108350793795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2677760108350793795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-hiding.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Hiding'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2547140521833276107</id><published>2010-08-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:49:01.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random?  Not I.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you probably already guessed I'm gonna do random thoughts today.  Shut up I'm in a bad mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I NEED a dentist I can't find one to save my life.  If I have to watch my daughter cry for one more night I might not be able to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do dentists get to take today off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a dentist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called her pediatrician instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will give her some antibiotics for the swelling and the infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably stop and get some orajel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin dentists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2547140521833276107?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2547140521833276107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2547140521833276107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2547140521833276107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2547140521833276107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-not-i.html' title='Random?  Not I.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5838266782616758973</id><published>2010-08-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:45:13.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say today, but there is a post up at the &lt;a href="http://realworldvenusmars.blogspot.com/2010/08/outside-world-doesnt-really-affect-me.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+realworldvenusmars+%28In+The+Real+World+Venus+vs.+Mars%29"&gt;Real World&lt;/a&gt; so you can venture on over there to read it if you like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my pool won't hold water anymore, I wonder if I can get the big one I wanted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Cheetos and Ranch dip taste good together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I walk like a penguin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too early to eat lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mexican food sure does smell yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they aren't open yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cut my hair, will The Man kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some stretchy pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pregnant makes me look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a shirt that says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe one that says "Does this baby make my butt look big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for today folks.  Go on over and read you some &lt;a href="http://realworldvenusmars.blogspot.com/2010/08/outside-world-doesnt-really-affect-me.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+realworldvenusmars+%28In+The+Real+World+Venus+vs.+Mars%29"&gt;Real World&lt;/a&gt;.  Stay awhile and start following because it's a pretty great place to sip your morning coffee, or whatever you drink in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5838266782616758973?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5838266782616758973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5838266782616758973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5838266782616758973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5838266782616758973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6845460669301236018</id><published>2010-08-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T06:30:01.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Letters To The Past</title><content type='html'>Dear Past, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.  There are times I lie awake at night thinking about the fun we used to have.  Remembering all of the carefree things we used to do.  I can't believe I couldn't wait to grow too old for you.  I wish I could have enjoyed our time together instead of counting the days as they passed by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember those hot summer nights, stripping down to my undies and bra and jumping into the lake with my friends.  I remember shooting bottle rockets at the Sonic I worked at after closing time.  We had a blast you and I.  Do you remember my first kiss?  I'm sure you must.  It was so great, but with the wrong person.  I saw him again some time ago, and again I made a mistake with him.  I guess sometimes we never learn huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am building new memories now, and soon you will get to see those too.  I am so very blessed to have learned the things I learned with you as I think those lessons have made me who I am today.  I can't believe I don't talk to you as much as I used to.  My dear friend, I do truly miss you.  You will forever be in the past, but you shall never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always, &lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6845460669301236018?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6845460669301236018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6845460669301236018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6845460669301236018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6845460669301236018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/letters-to-past.html' title='Letters To The Past'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7922181085015259695</id><published>2010-08-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:50:00.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>FOLLOW ME!  Or Don't</title><content type='html'>I never really pay attention to the followers I have on this blog. I realise that some people read my blog and comment pretty regularly, and I love you people. I also realise that some people do not follow my blog, but still comment regularly. I love you people too. Then there are some people who follow my blog and I'm not even really sure they read it, or maybe they follow me because I follow them. I don't know, and I don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend come and read my blog one day and she told me "Wow! Nobody reads you!" I guess I just never really cared. I did notice that I went from having 20 followers, a nice even number, to 19 followers. I loathe uneven numbers but again, I don't really care. I don't blog so that people all over the world can read me and I can have a million followers and feel special. I blog because I have something to say and I figure what better place to put memories and thoughts than on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the Internet will always be there. So, I guess I hope that 20 years from now, my children can look up my blog and read it and know how mommy has changed over the years. I know I sure couldn't tell them how much I have changed, but I can read back into my blog posts of the past and see that I have changed. I hope that they can see that mommy isn't ALWAYS so strict. I curse and let my butt show and all that jazz too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they can also see that the world has changed. Not just the grand scheme of things, but the little things that have changed. The fact that you can't find nice honest people anymore. The fact that there did USE to be customer service in this world, although neither of my children are likely to experience it. I don't blog for the attention or the number of people following me. I don't live for you, I live for my children. But I do appreciate every one of you who do follow and chime in every great once in a while. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7922181085015259695?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7922181085015259695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7922181085015259695&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7922181085015259695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7922181085015259695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/follow-me-or-dont.html' title='FOLLOW ME!  Or Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3906359470159681323</id><published>2010-08-05T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:46:58.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Real V. Fake</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I have a hard time believing people are really as dumb as they sound. &lt;a href="http://diamondcarnivore.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-surprised-my-sisters-still-talk-to.html"&gt;Trista&lt;/a&gt; and I have decided that the person I will be sharing with you today is a "REAL" dumb person. We all know the fake dumb people. The ones who play dumb so they aren't expected to do anything productive their entire lives. Those people are annoying. The truly dumb people though, they are worse. You want to scream when they talk. Without further ado I will share this dumbass with you! (Look, I's a poet and didn't know it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying, she is pregnant. Yep, she is spreading her stupid into future generations. It makes me cry myself to sleep at night. Well, not really but you get the point. I need to also say that UGH!!!!! is the most annoying facebook status update EVER! Also this !!!!!!!!!!!!!! is not a status update. So stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite status updates from her: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ugh thinking about going back to bed having bad pressure ugh!!! hopefully i can go to my babyshower sat!!&lt;br /&gt;(This was 3 weeks ago. She was like 32 weeks pregnant...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GOING TO LABOR AND DELIVERY AGAIN... I WISH THEY WOULD FIGURE OUT WHAT GOING ON GRRR&lt;br /&gt;(this was the next day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. please keep me and rj in ur prayers!!! im going into preterm labor and im only 33 week!!!&lt;br /&gt;(this was 2 weeks ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ugh in pain wish i could feel better rj isnt wanting to stay put til aug i dont think&lt;br /&gt;(this was 4 days late. I suppose she wasn't really in preterm labor?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. is getting very irriated with drs it bad when im thinking about going back to reynolds&lt;br /&gt;(3 days later. She is mad because her doctors don't want to deliver her baby at 34 weeks?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. READY FOR THE WEEKEND READY TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH NICK !!! MIGHT BE THE LAST ALONE WEEKEND LOL&lt;br /&gt;(Well, that was last weekend so maybe shes right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kids going to dads nurse said i possibly can go into labor this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I guess not because that was 5 days ago. By now even her Mother-in-law is starting to get irritated so I will share MIL statement next because I think I love her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MIL-QUIT GETTING FRUSTRATED. YOU CAN'T DICTATE TO A DR. WHAT TO DO. JUST CAUSE YOU ARE TIRED DOESN'T MEAN SHE HASSSS TO DO SOMETHING. PREGNANCY IS SUPPOSED TO LAST 40 WEEKS! NOT UNTIL THE MOM IS TIRED OF THE DISCOMFORTS THAT GO ALONG WITH IT.....SHE HAS TO DO GO BY STANDARDS OR SHE CAN GET REPRIMANDED BY THE HOSPITALS BOA...RDS FOR UNREASONABLE PRACTICES.UNLESS THERE IS A REASON FOR HIM TO GET OUT...HE STAYS IN..&lt;br /&gt;(yep, I love her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ‎34 days left yay thats id i make it lol&lt;br /&gt;(I assume she means "IF" she makes it. These are messages starting from 3 weeks ago until now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman makes me cry for women going through pregnancy. From 32 weeks to 34 weeks she has complained the ENTIRE TIME! I have contemplated unfriending her, but then I wouldn't get to make fun of her. She seems hell bent on having her baby prematurely. I guess she doesn't want what is best for him? I couldn't tell you, but I can say she is genuine dumb. I think Trista loves me more now because I sent her a link to friend this "friend" and watch along with me and make fun of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I am 18 weeks pregnant (in 2 days) and my ass hurts and my boobs hurt and my legs hurt and my face hurts. I don't want to have my baby yet! BAHAHAHAHahahahahaha! I like to feel her little feeties inside of me for now. She can come out when SHE is ready, not when I am tired of carrying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3906359470159681323?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3906359470159681323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3906359470159681323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3906359470159681323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3906359470159681323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-v-fake.html' title='Real V. Fake'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3602321110751037868</id><published>2010-08-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:42:50.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My View'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>You Can't Be This Stupid (Part Deux)</title><content type='html'>I have to continue this because, well because she didn't stop. I felt stupid for her. And because &lt;a href="http://diamondcarnivore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trista&lt;/a&gt; commented and she's fuckin hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual Friend of ours: (IDK how I feel about this so I didn't respond to it...)&lt;br /&gt;OH and btw most of those ppl who spread drugs and violence across our country ARE MEXICANS. And Phyllis, my husband works 6 days a week and 16 hr days sometimes, he has NO HEALTHCARE he does get paid vacation though, but even if he didn't h...e would still be out there doing the job that MOST americans wont do, and you are right about that, my husband has worked (and still does) with illegal mexicans. He works outside in the heat/cold ALL DAY, and he is there EVERYDAY ON TIME. So thats the grungiest of the "grunge work" you are talking about, being a busboy, thats easy. BUT soon enough we will be working for ourselves, owning our own businesses. I hear ppl complaining that they dont have a job or need a job and i mention to them what alex does and they dont want to go apply because its "too hard" SO Phyllis u are right most americans DONT want to work hard, so I'm defending my family and husband when i say that WE DONT MIND BUSTING A SWEAT! If I hurt anyones feelings IM SORRY. I just really hate our government right now, my biggest problem with illegals are the mexicans, Phyllis, I would rather have clean, honest hard working ppl in our country, not dirty lazy flea infested mexicans. OH and im NOT in any way talking about Mexican-Americans, I have no prob with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great &lt;a href="http://diamondcarnivore.blogspot.com/"&gt;TRISTACHIO&lt;/a&gt;!!:&lt;br /&gt;So, when I go to Texas for a week this September I probably shouldn't, you know, stay and get an illegal job then? Thanks for ruining my work trip y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friend with the ex-illegal husband(he got legal sometime, but it's not clear when):&lt;br /&gt;It cost my husband $10,000 to come to America. It took him 10 yrs to raise this money. If we had sent him back as soon as he got here without the proper paperwork he wouldn't have returned for a LONG time. And they keep coming back because ...it's America. And to most of these people our prison would seem like a vacation to them. They get a free bed, free food, and free clean water. And we are still left paying their room and board. And maybe about 2 percent of immigrants are coming to terrorize. If their into drugs then chances are they already have the amount of money that is required to become a citizen the legal way. So those aren't the ones sneaking in. And I talked to my husband he laughed at the part where u expect people to turn themselves in to become citizens. Because they won't become citizens they'll be deported. And a lot of them don't have the thousands of dollars it requires to become a citizen. And I think very highly of ur husband Tandy. A lot of Americans won't do that. And most employers would rather have an American wrker but when u can't find Americans who will work as hard for as little pay as illegals what are they supposed to choose? I'm not saying I like it only stating the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (Now to be honest, I had no idea becoming legal cost 10K dollars):&lt;br /&gt;So that 10,000 dollars your husband raised to get here? He couldn't have used that same money to start the citizenship process before he came. It is much cheaper to become a citizen than that in most cases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say they will just keep try...ing I am speaking of the ones that don't have to raise anything to get here. They just hop the border. ALSO I never said turn yourself in. I said become a citizen to begin with. That's what I have been saying the whole time. If you get deported don't get pissed and say you were doing nothing morally wrong by being here. (I have said this several times. Apparently I never said they should come in the first place or something like that. She doesn't make sense anymore so I stopped replying after this comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Not So Bright Response (I have contemplated unfriending her but that isn't nice):&lt;br /&gt;ahha! thats what im saying, they should petition BEFORE they get here. they shouldnt even be allowed into the country unless they've already filed. and weve spent pretty close to that if not over by the time all is said and done. he filed b...efore he met me and paid that time. and after we were married we petitioned again since we were married and paid again. the marriage one was denied but did we get any of the money back? nope.but the reason most of them wont file legally is this. u can take ur 10,000 and go to the gov. and 9 times out of 10 be deported and lose your money. or u can pay some1 to get u into the coutry and then u have 50/50 chance. and even if u just hop the border it still cost money. most of those people pay some1 to bring them on trucks. and even if ur not going to pay for the truck u still need something to eat and some money to pay for some things once u get here. and to go to the government to begin with is turning themselves in in these peoples eyes. if u have been here illegally for a long time the chances that u will be allowed to become a citizen are VERY low. and i agree if thier here illegally they should be deported. but these people arent going to turn themselves in so the best we can do is do a better job of keeping them out to begin with. i think we basically agree. i just dont think we should spend another dime on these people by jailing them. we would do better at spending that money on better border control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story, from her point of view, from what I can gather mind you, is this: If they get in, it's our fault because we didn't have enough people guarding the fucking borders. The US-Mexico border is some 1,950 miles long. The US-Canada border is even bigger, something like 4,000 miles long. Our coastline is probably upwards of 7,500 miles, I'm guessing there. Either way, that's a lot of fucking border! Even with ALL THAT FUCKING LAND, we still managed to cut the number of immigrants getting into our country from 1.6 million in 2000 to appr 500K in 2009. I would say we are doing our job. But the little fuckers keep getting in. Illegal immigrants from Mexico, Central America, all those islands, Damn Canadians(haha!), and everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we stop them? You bet your sweet ass we can. I have an idea. Instead of catching the fuckers and just sending them back, cuz that's what we do! Let's stop being like the god damned humane society. Shoot them instead of catch and release. See, she doesn't want to listen to reason. We have a right to protect our borders. We do it with as much humanity as we can. We understand why they want to be here. I understand it, but if you want to get your damn panties in a wad I've got a solution that WILL WORK! Shoot the motherfuckers! If you want to say we are immoral for deporting your asses, we won't let you fuckers in to begin with. We will patrol our borders with fucking target drones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really feel this way, but I am getting pissed about this whole thing. We can do it if we need to. And this whole it costs over 10,000 dollars to become a US citizen, I don't know how much merit I put into that. That seems unbelievable. But I don't know, and guess what!? I don't care! DO IT THE RIGHT WAY OR YOU GET THROWN OUT ON YOUR ASSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you will excuse me, I'm off to buy a target drone so none of them little fuckers get across my borders.  They will learn quick around my property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3602321110751037868?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3602321110751037868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3602321110751037868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3602321110751037868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3602321110751037868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-cant-be-this-stupid-part-deux.html' title='You Can&apos;t Be This Stupid (Part Deux)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5280801171320136109</id><published>2010-08-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:00:00.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Stuff'/><title type='text'>Oh Where Have You Been All MY LIFE!!!</title><content type='html'>The new Kindle. I have to have it. I will have it. If I have to punch old ladies and kick babies, I WILL GET THIS NEW DEVICE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why I wanted an iPad. Go Ahead! Fine, whatever I'll tell you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a bigger screen to read my Kindle books on. No, I don't already own a Kindle. I just downloaded the app on my iPhone and used the service. NOW NOW NOW! They are telling me I can get a brand spankin' new Kindle for under 200 buckeroos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, smack my ass and call me Sally! I shall get a Kindle. This fucker is awesome on a whole new scale of awesome. Steve Jobs can stick it up his ass with his ridiculously expensive iPad. I found Kindle. So the fuck what I can't browse the interwebs on it, I don't think, I have your shit ass iPhone for that. Damn piece of shit. I hate my iPhone. I wish there was something better out there. OH WAIT! EVOOOOOO!!!! I may get one. Except I hate Sprint. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. This post is about my newest toy. I shall forever love my new Kindle. As soon as someone who loves me buys it for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5280801171320136109?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5280801171320136109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5280801171320136109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5280801171320136109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5280801171320136109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='Oh Where Have You Been All MY LIFE!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5626318757659664422</id><published>2010-07-30T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:30:01.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Well, At Least Now We Know!</title><content type='html'>This pregnancy has been tough.  I have health problems that I have had for years that factor in to this pregnancy.  Add to that the fact that it was a VERY unexpected surprise and you get some doubts.  I had doubts about my relationship with The Man.  He had doubts about his ability to be a good father at his age.  I was scared, he was scared.  We still are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our anatomy scan Wednesday.  Our baby is growing like a weed, doing flips and kicking and swimming around in there.  The little booger wouldn't stay still.  And by little booger, of course I mean my baby girl.  Yes, we did find out we are having another baby girl.  Me?  I couldn't have been happier either way.  I mean I certainly wanted a boy, but girls are great too!  The Man?  Not so happy.  He doesn't want to lose his baby girl he already has.  She has been his baby girl for 8 years now, and he doesn't want that to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm scared again.  Will he love our baby girl less because he doesn't want to lose his baby girl so badly?  Will he treat our baby girl differently?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love two baby girls the same amount.  I can do that.  I don't know if he can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5626318757659664422?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5626318757659664422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5626318757659664422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5626318757659664422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5626318757659664422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-at-least-now-we-know.html' title='Well, At Least Now We Know!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1899795365809618972</id><published>2010-07-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:30:00.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>You Cannot Be This Stupid</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna share a lengthy discussion I had with a friend of mine on facebook.  PUBLICLY!  She can't possibly really feel this way!  Warning, this is about Immigration and I feel very strongly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original comment I posted on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;Apply for citizenship like every other legal immigrant and stop complaining! The reason for the citizenship process is a damn good one, and there is no reason you should be excluded from the process just because you don't "feel" like you are doing anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response:&lt;br /&gt;Yea but sometimes even the system can fail u. We tried to file when we got married and if he hadn't applied b4 we met he would have been deported! Apparently even if u r married 2 an American and expecting a child they can still deport u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response:&lt;br /&gt;But "insert friends name here" the system is there for a reason. Go through the process the right way and you have no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Response:&lt;br /&gt;If my husband hadn't filed on his own b4 we got married he would have been deported. Despite pregnant American wife. It is VERY hard nowadays to become a citizen in the US. That's y most people remain illegal because they don't want 2 b deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not making sense here because she is either already his American wife before he tried to file or she isn't.  But I don't point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response:&lt;br /&gt;So they should get to stay because it's hard?it's illegal. Should I get to steal something because working to pay for it is too hard? The answer is no. Just because doing something is hard doesn't make it wrong. I will say it again. The process is there for a reason. It's a good reason. He got citizenship by doin the right thing. He is here legally. The process worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Response: (she isn't listening to me)&lt;br /&gt;Ur right it is illegal. But I'm not saying their afraid it will b too hard their afraid that they will be deported. We were lucky. We actually had one idiot tell us that my husband was going to be deported before they checked their records ...and saw that he had filed b4 he met me.I was about 8 months preg with Valton at the time. If he had solely relied on the fact that he was marrying an American and that they wouldn't deport him because of this then he would have been deported. I'm just saying the system usually doesn't wrk. America is like Disneyland ever1 wants 2 get in. But not for fun for their LIVELYHOOD (sp?) and we have a very limited amount of people who are allowed in. America needs to make sure that these people never get in to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response:&lt;br /&gt;When you are here illegally you don't pay taxes. So you take jobs legal Americans can do and don't contribute to the American tax system? How is that right Phyllis? As hard as it may be, as scary as being deported might be, doing things right when you enter the country to begin with will make things easier. Work WITH the immigration offices instead of against them. Work legally, pay your taxes, do the right thing and you can stay. That is how it has been for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Response: (she still isn't making sense or answering my questions)&lt;br /&gt;Lol I wish Americans would do the jobs that illegals take then we wouldn't have a prob with illegals! But Americans don't like those gutter jobs but that's beside the point. So ur telling me that if u were dirt poor and didn't have nething ...(growing up my husband usually didn't even have shoes 4 Christmas he got a bottle of Coke) much less money to buy ur way n2 America (&amp; trust me it's ridiculously expensive 2 become a citizen) but somehow u snuck across the border into America, land of milk &amp; honey land where u can become anything if u wrk hard enough (&amp; they do wrk hard much harder than Americans) where u have clean water, &amp; air conditioning, and sewer systems, and no1 threatening to kill you. U get all of that but ur supposed to go to the one group of people who will deport u back to pestilence? Laughable I'm not saying I agree with it but I understand why they don't go. I like clean water, ac, and toilets too. And I know of a lot of perfectly legal Americans who cheat on their taxes also. &amp; unless you've never committed a crime of ANY sort than u have no right judging these people. They are only trying to better themselves and their families much like u and I do everyday. We were just lucky enough to be born here. And we wrked with immigration offices. Even after doing everything right and paying a TON of money my husband was still threatened with deportation. But like I said before I don't think it's right but u can't blame them. America shouldn't allow these people in to begin with. We need to monitor our borders more closely. People should b required to file for citizenship BEFORE they get into America. Because once they get here it just becomes a chasing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Again:&lt;br /&gt;We used the whole "Americans won't do it" arguement to make the case FOR slavery... I'm not saying I don't understand it but saying don't let them in in the first place is like saying if someone commits a crime u shud have stopped them befo...rehand don't try after. Should we just let anyone who can make it last the border stay? I don't blame anyone for wanting to be American. DO IT THE RIGHT WAY... The process is there for a reason. To protect the people who are here. If u are here illegally then don't get pissed when you get deported. We are protecting our citizens. If we trusted everyone who said I'm just here to work where would we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about slavery I wasn't there. But I do know that at our restaurant we prefer to hire Mensurs family. They are always there (no calling in sick all the time or not even showing up we even had one girl who would always call Mensu...r late sat night saying she had a family emergency-sounding clearly drunk with loud music in the background)they wrk VERY hard, and u can trust them. Another American stole from us and started giving free food to her friends. When we do get good Americans we hold onto them but that's been maybe 5 people and we've been open 4 yrs. If Americans would b as dependable as foreigners they wouldn't b competing for a job. Americans nowadays are too good to scrub a toilet unless u give them health and a paid vacation. &amp; I don't know where ur going with the crime thing. &amp; I'm not saying once they get here they should b able to stay I'm saying they shouldn't b able to get here. U get a privacy fence and security system around ur house to protect your property and keep the intruders out. Is that punishing a robber b4 they rob u? If they monitored borders better the people wouldn't be able to come here illegally to begin with. They would have to fill out the proper paper wrk in order to come into the US to begin with. My husband came here first illegally by plane. He shouldn't have even been able to get on that plane coming into America to begin with. Even though I'm very happy that he did. Because if they are coming into the country illegally to then expect them to go get the proper paper wrk to become a citizen is laughable. The only reason Mensur did is because he knew that he wanted to eventually own his own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;I don't disagree that they shouldn't be let in. The difference between America and other countries is that you can come to America without fear of being killed or mutilated by crossing our borders. We welcome visitors. No matter their na...tionality. If you want to stay become a citizen and pay taxes. I understand why they come Phyllis. I'm not disagreeing that many deserve the chance at happiness like we do. But become a citizen and pay taxes. I also think saying americans are lazy is a broaf unfait generalization. SOME Americans are lazy, just like SOME people are dummies. I just think what the federal government is proposing (which btw is the whole reason for the original comment) is unfair to me as a working citizen. There is no reason whatsoever I should foot the bill for government funded programs to give illegal immigrants health care. That isn't fair to me as a taxpayer. My money should go to fund education for my children, which would also fund education for those illegal immigrants. I think government funded programs should never have been made available to illegal immigrants and it is unfair. That was what my comment was originally about and I just had a spider crawl across my leg OMG I'm gonna faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Good Friend: (I love this girl)&lt;br /&gt; If myself and my husband pay our taxes as WORKING americans (my husband works VERY hard at that and is in no means lazy) Why should WE pay for their healthcare when we cant even afford our own? why doesnt the government provide its CITZENS ...with taxpayer healthcare? I know they have soonercare, but we make too much for that. Phyllis, Im sorry hunny but yours husbands family is dependable because their FAMILY. Second, stop hiring stupid young bimbos and hire people with children, single moms, or even people from your local homeless shelters, those r all AMERICAN citizens who need jobs, and a good Christian boss guiding them thru life. Im VERY against outsourcing of our jobs too. SORRY SPRINT but i am effing tired of trying to do business with someone who does not speak CLEAR UNDERSTANDABLE ENGLISH! Im sorry Im TOTALLY against illegal immigrants period. THEY TAKE OUR JO?BS BECAUSE THEY WORK UNDER THE TABLE FOR CHEAP. SO YA F@#K illegal immigrants, get out of my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Response:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying not to welcome them I'm saying welcome them when they have the proper paperwork! And wow i never said tokill or mutilate them. How u put words into my mouth! And I agree that they should become citizens and pay taxes I'm just... saying what reason do they have to do that? I never said Americans are lazy I'm saying that Americans think that they are too good to do the grunge wrk. So what's going to keep foreigners from coming and doing the grunge wrk? And ur ALREADY paying for illegals to get health care. How many illegals do u see at the health department? Illegals can get sooner care already. And I agree we shouldn't be paying for them but were going to continue to pay for them as long as their allowed to just run into our country. And good thing ur not arguing with one of those uneducated people or this might be a short conversation indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Again: (I could do this all day)&lt;br /&gt; I never called u a dummy and I never said we should kill or mutilate them. That is what other countries do to protect their borders. It is efficient. We don't do that. We stop them and send them back woth a slap on the wrist. Shit if I did ...something illegal and got a slap on the wrist each time I would keep doing it too. I think Arizona is making a good choice. I think you are blinded by your personal situation and that makes you see things differently. To protect our borders like you are suggesting would mean to give a punishment for trying to get in. What punishment would stop people from trying to get through? The only true answer is death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: (she feels misunderstood...)&lt;br /&gt; Nope never said punish them. U don't have to punish them. U should require them to apply 4 citizenship BEFORE they get here. If they don't their immediately deported as soon as they get here. And we should do a better job at maintaining our... borders. How am iblinded by my situation? I'm saying KEEP THEM OUT. Lol I feel like I keep writing the same thing over and over and nothing is being understood. And once again Tandy never said Americans where lazy I said that they don't want to do gutter jobs. They want 9-5 5 days a week with a payed vacation and health. They don't want 2 be a bus boy so they treat that job like crap. And I agree on the healthcare we shouldn't foot the bill.but we are anyway. And were going to continue to pay for them as long as their allowed in. We can't let them just die in the streets. And we have hired albanians before, hunny, that we never knew until they showed up on our doorstep and they wrked harder and were more trustworthy than most Americans I know. Heck they've even stayed the night with us (sat night we had an Albanian truck driver stay the night with us)and we have Never had a prob. Right after we bought this house I invited a friend to stay over one that I've known most of my life. She came with her boyfriend and sure enough after they left we found a great deal of money was missing.and the woman who was stealing from us at the restaurant was a single mother. I knew her from church (her whole family goes there and she was going there every Sunday and wed before I started) and she was going thru a divorce so I decided to help her with a job. My husband will no longer take my suggestions on who to hire. And our BEST American wrked would b one of those bimbos you speak of. She about 20,pretty, and has long blonde hair. She has been with us about 2-3 yrs. And as long as they are here they are going to continue to take jobs and make money. Y would an employer choose to hire an American? Mensurs cousin wrks 6 days a week 12 hrs a day (just like my husband) u can't find an American who will do that. Well maybe if u paid the vacation and health. &amp; were a small family owner business we can't afford to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I think this will be the end as I have said all I need to say)&lt;br /&gt; But you do have to punish them. If I go to your house and walk through your gate and you see me and turn me around and say go home you can't come here unless I invite you, what is to stop me from doing the same thing over and over and over... again until I get through your gate? Nothing. I have answered your "keep them out" comment several times. The truth is we have reduced the number of successful illegal entries by over 66% in the past decade. The 66% that we keep out, they will keep trying to come back. Why? Because we don't punish them when we send them back. So your solution of "keep them out" isn't plausable. Arizona's solution is. Detain them. Imprison them. Scare the shit out of them. THEN send their asses back. If they are caught again, the punishment should be longer sentences. Keep them out doesn't work without punishment and the federal government wants to tell states that they can't do that. The federal government is run by a pussy and the federal government should have no say in what a state decides to do to combat a problem that is groing. Those illegal immigrants aren't all coming here for a better life dear Phyllis. Some come to expand their hold on southern territories, to terrorize and kill, to spread drugs and violence. How do we stop them? How do we stop the answer to armor peircing assault weapons? We don't say please go home and turn them around we capture and punish them. That is how it should be for every illegal immigrant. When you do something illegal and you are caught you get punished. It should be no different for them. Becoming a citizen is an expensive process. Ask your husband if it was worth it... If it was easy, anyone could do it. As it stands there is a process in which that immigrant is investigated and it costs money. The process is there for a reason and IT WORKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1899795365809618972?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1899795365809618972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1899795365809618972&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1899795365809618972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1899795365809618972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-cannot-be-this-stupid.html' title='You Cannot Be This Stupid'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5604288910078330923</id><published>2010-07-28T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:20:10.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Do It Because I Asked</title><content type='html'>You see that SwagBucks Widget up there in the lefty corner?  Click the damn thing so I can build me some bucks up.  Don't ask me why just do it because you love me.  I'm trying to buy baby stuff for free over here so hook a sistah up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5604288910078330923?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5604288910078330923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5604288910078330923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5604288910078330923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5604288910078330923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-do-it-because-i-asked.html' title='Hey, Do It Because I Asked'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2712499118022409220</id><published>2010-07-28T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:50:00.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>I have my 16 week u/s today. Let's cross our fingers, toes, and eyes that we get the sex today! I wanna know what I got inside me so I can start planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that racism is a "white" thing the other day. I was not aware of this. Thanks for telling me random women in my birthing board. You are a dumb broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sneezing so much my brain is rattled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have I'm Like A Bird by Nelly Fertado stuck in my head. I don't know if I spelled her name right but I am too lazy to look it up. I'm also too lazy to use proper punctuation today. Sue me. Or is it sew me? Sue sew sue sew? Who cares. Not me! Not today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hotter than a witches hoochie coo out here today! Come on September! Bring on the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my daughter to come home now. I miss her so much. I cry like ALL the time because I miss her. Or because I'm pregnant. Who cares?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people tell me it's okay that I'm crying because I'm pregnant. Are pregnant people supposed to be really sad? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep dreaming about Dragonball Z? Is that because I'm pregnant too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Sorcerer's Apprentice with The Man and all the kiddos this weekend. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat eggs with grape jelly. Not a good combo. Didn't think that one through very well before I embarked on that mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2712499118022409220?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2712499118022409220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2712499118022409220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2712499118022409220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2712499118022409220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-wednesday.html' title='Random Wednesday!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2522151842587789083</id><published>2010-07-27T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:13:18.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Ate And Then THIS?!</title><content type='html'>I have been so sick a dog wouldn't even be my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puking?  Check!&lt;br /&gt;Fever?  Check!&lt;br /&gt;Passing out?!?! Check Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says I am fine, just got a little exhausted and told me to drink plenty of fluid and hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed The Man because he made me have sex ALL DAY LONG Sunday night.  Yeah I know, one night isn't all day, but it sure felt like it the next morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about sex, let's talk about butts.  Mine hurts.  No you sick minded freaks, I didn't do anything to make my bum hurt, it just hurts.  Feels like I fell off a porch smack onto my backside.  Make it stop already.  Anyways, I just thought I would let you all know why I am not commenting anyhwere.  Because my butt hurts...  And The Man gave me too much sex exhaustion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2522151842587789083?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2522151842587789083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2522151842587789083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2522151842587789083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2522151842587789083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-ate-and-then-this.html' title='I Ate And Then THIS?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2243639232123317152</id><published>2010-07-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:07:03.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My View'/><title type='text'>If You Ask Me</title><content type='html'>People are lazy and I don't feel I should have to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about welfare.  Don't get me wrong, I in no way think food stamps and government welfare programs should go away.  There are plenty of instances where they are needed.  There are also even more where they are not.  When 3 generations of a family are on welfare, something is wrong!  It stopped being a way to help a long time ago.  There are people who NEED the help and can't get it to save their lives, but then you have people driving brand new cars into the welfare parking lot, wearing designer jeans and collecting food stamps.  There are criminals on welfare.  Convicted felons can get food stamps in some states.  FELONS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me, single mother, I have to pay for a convicted felon to sit at home and watch television while he collects food stamps that I couldn't get?  Don't get me wrong, I think everyone deserves a second chance, but if you snub your nose at the government, get sent to prison where we already have to pay for you to sleep and eat there, and then you get out and the government KEEPS giving you money for fucking up?  I shouldn't have to pay for that.  I shouldn't have to pay for a healthy 20 something completely capable adults food either.  Go get a job!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only talking about right now everyone so don't get all huffy and start telling me about how hard it is right now to get a job.  I know how hard it is.  Guess what!?  This isn't something that JUST started happening.  Nothing pisses me off more than walking into Walmart at the first of the month and seeing a woman with 6 kids pushing 3 carts full of steak and potatos and pork chops and every other food out there, while I push around my cart full of hamburger meat and noodles.  I can make 100$ last me a whole month on groceries for me, the kiddo, and The Man (granted he only eats over every other night).  But they get 100$ PER person?  Sometimes more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly maximum benefit for family of 3 $408/month (FY 2007) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is old data, which means inflation hasn't been factored in.  I bet it is higher now.  $408/month!?  That's a third of my monthly income!  If I spent 1/3 of my monthly income on food I wouldn't be able to pay the rest of my bills!  That's rediculous.  And unfair.  I work hard to support my child.  I expect no help from anyone.  I am proud to be able to care for my child.  It makes me so angry when people don't even TRY to work, and I know money I work hard for goes to them.  I have 2 words for 50% or more of the welfare community.  GROW UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2243639232123317152?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2243639232123317152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2243639232123317152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2243639232123317152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2243639232123317152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-ask-me.html' title='If You Ask Me'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-429201023795915413</id><published>2010-07-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T05:00:06.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yo Yo Yo... It's Friday Homes!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this day is the best day of all days out of every week. I get paid today to top it off which means that every other Friday, it's an even better day! It's pretty hard to make a Friday any better, but payday Friday's are! Time to share, because everyone knows sharing is caring. Unless you have VD or something, then you can keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the extra kiddos this weekend! Woot! We are going to take them to Kobe steakhouse for dinner Saturday night because they have never been and since their momma is still in the hospital we figure it might be a fun way to take their mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kiddo is leaving Sunday for a week in Texas with my momma. I'm really kind of bummed out about this, but also kind of excited at the same time. It's kind of like tasting a lemon for the first time. That first bite is awesome and then your like "Oh shit, my tongue!". Basically it's the same as how I feel about her leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggested having sex in every place I could possibly find. I thought about that for a second. Then I started thinking of all the ways that could go wrong fast. &lt;br /&gt;-On a dining room table, and then the legs break from all the rockin' and rollin' and BAM! my fat ass winds up on the floor spread eagle with a broken tailbone at 16 weeks pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;-On a couch. Then my leg slips into the couch and I can't get it back out and the couch trolls eat my leg and now I don't have a leg anymore. Not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;-In the shower! Until one or the other slips on soap suds and I end up with a black eye or broken nose or concussion or worse! How the HELL would I explain that to the ER docs? "Um yea, could you check on my baby too." "How did this happen ma'am?" "I slipped and fell in the shower while trying to have no kid at home sex..."&lt;br /&gt;-On the porch swing. And then the dog from down the street comes and tries to hump my leg while I'm being humped. Nope. Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran all of this by The Man. He seems to think the shower, couch, table, porch swing, and any other place he can get me will all be great and work out fine. I think he's lost his damn mind, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing weekends only last 2 days, because if they lasted longer I would end up in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-429201023795915413?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/429201023795915413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=429201023795915413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/429201023795915413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/429201023795915413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/yo-yo-yo-its-friday-homes.html' title='Yo Yo Yo... It&apos;s Friday Homes!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4294332324903580303</id><published>2010-07-22T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:39:31.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Holy Shit, What Did You Say?</title><content type='html'>I said, "I'm gonna be a big sister! Again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my conversation with the man went last night.  Yep, you got it right.  My dad and step-momma are gonna have a BEEBEE!!!  Yep, she is pregnant.  We are both pregnant!  At the same time!  Who the fuck would have thunk it?!  Not me that's for damn sure.  But I'm so darn excited!  I always wanted a baby sister!  Or brother...  But really a baby sister!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's even coolest?!  Her due date, you know the date she's supposed to produce said sibling, is like a month after mine!  So, of course I have to pop my kid out in December, a tad early, so I can brag about my newest tax deduction that came in time for taxes!  But seriously guys and gals, this is so awesome!  My baby will have an aunt or uncle YOUNGER than him or her!  Talk about crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also pointed out to the man that he can't bitch anymore about being to old to have a newborn.  My dad is 13 years older than him.  Haha!  He conceeded defeat and hasn't said it since.  Well, of course it has only been a few hours.  I'm gonna have a new baby brother or sister!  Booyah!  Take that crappy start to the week.  We are making it better and better everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4294332324903580303?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4294332324903580303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4294332324903580303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4294332324903580303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4294332324903580303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/holy-shit-what-did-you-say.html' title='Holy Shit, What Did You Say?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8121086741638722401</id><published>2010-07-21T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:58:02.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday... Then Some Words</title><content type='html'>We all know I just don't do wordless. Come on now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TEcXkH2pu9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/VylS8uUAl0o/s1600/dfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TEcXkH2pu9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/VylS8uUAl0o/s320/dfd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496387779579984850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of many things I regret in my life. I live with the firm belief that we cannot regret yesterday or today because the decisions we have made will forever affect the decisions we will make. We are shaped by our past. But I realise that I do have 1 regret, and I realised this regret after re-reading my letter to my ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not saving my money. The money I had going into our relationship. I have nothing left from before I left him. I had quite a bit of money going in to our relationship, and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing at all. That pains me because I spent so much money trying to buy a happiness that didn't exist. The only regret I can see in my life would be not saving my money. I guess most people regret money decisions, but I don't regret many of MY own decisions with money. I regret allowing someone else to make them for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saving now. I save every penny I can. I feel blessed that The Man doesn't want to combine our money. He wants us each to have our own money and to put a certain amount into an account for bills and groceries and to put a certain amount into an account for vacations and fun stuff. I totally agree with him and am so relieved that I won't have to share my money again! I'm getting greedy in my old age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8121086741638722401?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8121086741638722401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8121086741638722401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8121086741638722401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8121086741638722401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wednesday-then-some-words.html' title='Wordless Wednesday... Then Some Words'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TEcXkH2pu9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/VylS8uUAl0o/s72-c/dfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6724437228485488811</id><published>2010-07-20T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:34:53.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>Tragedy has struck our small community.  A woman was murdered by her husband before taking his own life.  Not just any woman.  Not a stranger to the community or a recent transfer.  A teacher, a coach, a beautiful wonderful woman.  A woman who had everything to live for.  Wonderful children, a beautiful grandchild and so much more.  Taken from a community who loved her before they were ready to let her go.  Ripped out of her childrens lives before she got to see everything they would become.  A tragedy that will rock our community for a long time and one that should have never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also ask that you pray for my stepkids mother.  She has been given some potentially devastating news and we hope that everything turns out okay and that she will leave the hospital healthy and happy.  She was told she might possibly have MS and that is a heavy cross to carry.  I pray that this is not the case as she has gone through enough in her life.  Having to deal with your child having leukemia and now possibly having to deal with leaving the world sick and before you are ready.  I pray that this is not the case.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good start to the week so far, but I still have hope that the week will turn around and only good things will come from this day on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6724437228485488811?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6724437228485488811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6724437228485488811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6724437228485488811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6724437228485488811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2738288519097227993</id><published>2010-07-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:10:00.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter To The Ex</title><content type='html'>Dear Ex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up with you for almost 6 years. I listened to you berate me and step all over me for 6 years. I put up with you ignoring me and putting your friends before your family for 6 years. I watched as you slowly put us so deep in debt that I couldn't even see the top of our hole anymore. I took the blame for it and I made excuses for it. I shouldn't have let you open new credit cards constantly and charge them to the max. I should have done something to stop you, but I was so lost in depression I didn't. I take the blame for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not push you to sleep with other women instead of me. I cooked dinner for you every night, even when I had worked a very long day and made sure our child was clean and ready for bed before I started. I never complained to you about how tired I was because I knew you had a tough job yourself. I cleaned up after you and your friends and our child while also trying to keep myself looking halfway decent. I shaved my legs almost every night for you. There was that time I had the flu, but I was sure you understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I had ever dreamed of because I thought that as long as I had you I would be happy. I listened to you tell me how fat I was and how ugly I was and how unworthy I was every night. I watched as you almost completely stopped coming home. I listened to our daughter beg you to stay and play. I watched her cry when you left. And then we left too. We left and we never came back. We left you with everything you cherished and held so close to your heart. You got the game systems, the nice furniture, the huge flat screen televisions, the brand new car, and all of the money in the bank. I took our clothes and her toys and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I get a phone call every night begging me to come back. It won't happen. You don't deserve anything I gave you. You don't deserve the 6 years I left behind with you. You don't deserve a single smile I gave you or a single hug I passed. You don't deserve to look at me or to call me the mother of your child. These are all things that you have received from me, and that is all I have to give you. I will not give you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, give all of these things to another man. I will give him all the smiles I can, all the hugs I can, and all of the kisses I can. I will shower him with all of the love I can afford to give, as our daughter deserves more. I will show him how a good man deserves to be treated. I will cook him dinner every night with a smile on my face, because he would rather be at home eating my meals and sleeping in my bed than being out with his friends sleeping in another womans bed. I will not spend another night regretting you, because I am too busy being thankful for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter I write to you because I believe you need to hear how much I have given you so that maybe you can stop trying to take more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2738288519097227993?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2738288519097227993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2738288519097227993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2738288519097227993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2738288519097227993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-to-ex.html' title='Letter To The Ex'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3233731081041062090</id><published>2010-07-16T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:10:09.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Reviews Reviews Reviews!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to have been offered the opportunity to do a product review for CSN Stores! This is a great website you can go to to find &lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com"&gt;dining room furniture&lt;/a&gt;, great baby stuff, or a perfect birthday present for ME! Don't worry, you have several months before you have to get me one, but you can go here and be certain to find something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at some of this great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TECgMShVg5I/AAAAAAAAARs/Nmfts_EhUJg/s1600/Round%2BPet%2BBed%2Bwith%2BSherpa%2BTop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TECgMShVg5I/AAAAAAAAARs/Nmfts_EhUJg/s320/Round%2BPet%2BBed%2Bwith%2BSherpa%2BTop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494567678382539666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TECgMPoubZI/AAAAAAAAARk/tzqa9h5QKCE/s1600/54_%2BDining%2BTable%2Bin%2BWalnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TECgMPoubZI/AAAAAAAAARk/tzqa9h5QKCE/s320/54_%2BDining%2BTable%2Bin%2BWalnut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494567677608226194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pup is cute too! So, go check em out and have fun and tell me if you buy anything! Have a great weekend and stay tuned for the announcement of the product and the review!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3233731081041062090?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3233731081041062090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3233731081041062090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3233731081041062090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3233731081041062090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/reviews-reviews-reviews.html' title='Reviews Reviews Reviews!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TECgMShVg5I/AAAAAAAAARs/Nmfts_EhUJg/s72-c/Round%2BPet%2BBed%2Bwith%2BSherpa%2BTop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3637408589821266341</id><published>2010-07-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:58:24.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Things I Want'/><title type='text'>Thursday Things I Want</title><content type='html'>I want people to stop feeling sorry for themselves. Stop blaming someone else or something else for you not succeeding. I understand that times are hard, but the next time I hear someone say it is easier to be white in this economy than it is to be black or hispanic I'm going to flip my top. I have seen personally, white people get turned away from a job so that a black person can take the same job with less qualifications because he was black. That is complete bullshit and is in no way any more right than the opposite happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to stop saying that I am racist because I hate Barack Obama. The man is a complete fool. He is systematically stripping our rights away and we cannot let that happen. If you think Obama is a great man, good for you. Sever ties with America and follow your great leader right the hell out of this country because you are just as un-American as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my apartment to be ready for me to move in this weekend. I know I won't get that, but I want it all the same. I am ready to spend time alone with my daughter and to be able to discipline her without someone else undermining my authority. I'm ready to be her ONLY mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to have a beautiful day! Enjoy the sun or rain or whatever you get coming your way. I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3637408589821266341?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3637408589821266341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3637408589821266341&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3637408589821266341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3637408589821266341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-things-i-want.html' title='Thursday Things I Want'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7340570505730609113</id><published>2010-07-14T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:48:47.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...Long Day</title><content type='html'>We went to Walmart to look for some new shoes for the kiddo. She doesn't have any tennis shoes since her feet don't stop growing. We made the trip fun by playing in the toy section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3NY2JWcQI/AAAAAAAAARU/fmIAU9vPpNc/s1600/56456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3NY2JWcQI/AAAAAAAAARU/fmIAU9vPpNc/s320/56456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493772947197161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home, she couldn't breath. Time for a breathing treatment, and time to use her last bit of medicine. I guess that also means time for another expensive trip to the pharmacy. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3NYTdTa0I/AAAAAAAAARM/F3u9EBPXCKc/s1600/465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3NYTdTa0I/AAAAAAAAARM/F3u9EBPXCKc/s320/465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493772937885608770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing her sleep like an angel makes all those expensive trips worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3N9fWvY6I/AAAAAAAAARc/d4iN553aOcQ/s1600/dasdfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3N9fWvY6I/AAAAAAAAARc/d4iN553aOcQ/s320/dasdfa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493773576734466978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7340570505730609113?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7340570505730609113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7340570505730609113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7340570505730609113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7340570505730609113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wednesdaylong-day.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...Long Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TD3NY2JWcQI/AAAAAAAAARU/fmIAU9vPpNc/s72-c/56456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-47992818932787958</id><published>2010-07-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:51:53.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>MaKayla, You Are Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>Thanks go out to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lawton-OK/Mistie-May-Studios/152063726582?ref=ts"&gt;Mistie May&lt;/a&gt;!  You are the absolute best!  Thank you so much for doing a shoot with MaKayla, she had the greatest time and everything turned out WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYq29p6-I/AAAAAAAAARE/TP7jUc_J1LI/s1600/IMG_0040_5x7sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYq29p6-I/AAAAAAAAARE/TP7jUc_J1LI/s320/IMG_0040_5x7sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433507561204706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYqR4su3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XCN8m8L2fKw/s1600/IMG_0034_5x7sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYqR4su3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XCN8m8L2fKw/s320/IMG_0034_5x7sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433497608305522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYgJwg6xI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8HTZooji9gg/s1600/IMG_0032_8x10sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYgJwg6xI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8HTZooji9gg/s320/IMG_0032_8x10sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433323627801362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYf67pkhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/stM9xbGvn1w/s1600/IMG_0030_8x10sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYf67pkhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/stM9xbGvn1w/s320/IMG_0030_8x10sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433319647973906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYfdtHU6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/f7qyIEZwRHw/s1600/IMG_0022_8x10sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYfdtHU6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/f7qyIEZwRHw/s320/IMG_0022_8x10sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433311802381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYfBfIKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MGQmE6Wojqs/s1600/IMG_0016_5x7sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYfBfIKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MGQmE6Wojqs/s320/IMG_0016_5x7sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433304227522866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYe4RczTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9qqzCQPgZxc/s1600/IMG_0010_5x7sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYe4RczTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9qqzCQPgZxc/s320/IMG_0010_5x7sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433301754236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are EVER in our area, she is worth every penny you will spend.  Have a wonderful Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-47992818932787958?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/47992818932787958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=47992818932787958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/47992818932787958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/47992818932787958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/makayla-you-are-beautiful.html' title='MaKayla, You Are Beautiful!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDyYq29p6-I/AAAAAAAAARE/TP7jUc_J1LI/s72-c/IMG_0040_5x7sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8356091631695334358</id><published>2010-07-12T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:13:49.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It Must Be Done!!!! Bonus Post!</title><content type='html'>I have seen things in my life. Horrible things. I need to share them with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="pageurl=http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80995938/&amp;file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/video/429533/80995938.mp4&amp;mediaid=80995938&amp;title=Duck Face&amp;tags=duck,face,lips,kiss,dumb,stupid&amp;description=To all those stupid bitches who make a duck face in pictures. &amp;#10;Made by:&amp;#10;www.myspace.com/gamblestuff&amp;#10;www.myspace.com/gtimesmusic&amp;#10;&amp;displayheight=325&amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;image=http://images.ebaumsworld.com/2010/05/80995938/duck-face.jpg&amp;username=eyelok" wmode="transparent" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also needs to be said, that I agree with this song whole heartedly. All you bitches look fuckin' retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqSOvUH_njE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqSOvUH_njE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! That dude is taking your car! Well, douche face, maybe you shouldn't do stupid shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday. Mine is going to shit fast, but I will salvage it with sex and imaginary margaritas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8356091631695334358?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8356091631695334358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8356091631695334358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8356091631695334358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8356091631695334358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-must-be-done-bonus-post.html' title='It Must Be Done!!!! Bonus Post!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1600398174715587439</id><published>2010-07-12T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:58:35.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate You Obama'/><title type='text'>I'm Proud Of My State</title><content type='html'>It seems, as STUPID as most people think Oklahomans are, we seem to have made the more intelligent decision in the 2008 presidential elections. Not only did we vote for McCain, no we went a step further. All 77 of our LUSCIOUS counties voted red. Over 70% of our voters voted red. Yes, that still means we have 30% slow people out there, but who the flip CARES! Go Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that first paragraph all for you &lt;a href="http://jsgotgame.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt;! I also completed my task of #15 TWICE last night. The Man has NO IDEA why I have been attacking him, and I sure won't share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else am I proud of my state?  Well, since we were painted red, President Odrama Bama hates us.  I'm not being foolish here.  I swear it to be true.  You see, we have had a LOT of water lately.  Enough that our state capital, Oklahoma City, has been flooded 3 times in 30 days.  Peoples homes have been destroyed.  Add on top of that the horrible tornado damage we have endured this season and you get a lot of money in damages.  We asked the federal government for aid.  Nope.  Apparently, we got our fill when the ice storms happened back in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna moan and groan about this though.  I mean poor poor pitiful California and it's huge deficit.  Oklahoma is sitting on a bigger deficit.  Why?  We make our money off of oil and natural gas.  We have no other means of state income.  Guess what!?  Oil and natural gas prices have been dropping steadily for quite a while now.  We have no money coming into our state.  No revenue means the citizens get taxed more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't complaining.  We understand the need to raise taxes to help pay our teachers and state employees who ensure our safety.  Guess what though?!  When you raise our taxes, we can't pay for other things.  Like fixing our homes when 2 feet of water have flooded them for entire city blocks.  As a community, we are mourning the loss of several young people due to the flooding, but we are also mourning the loss of our homes.  The federal government KNOWS we don't have the money in our state budget to help these people, but they would rather keep printing paper and sending it to help aid Haiti and help save Afghanistan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but if a state wants to pass a law regarding immigration, Obama sure will stick his big ears in that won't he.  No No No! he says.  Let those illegals into our country!  You can't make it ILLEGAL!!  WTF! Obama?!  Take your fucking illegals, your ill advised WORTHLESS paper money printing habits, and your big floppy fucking ears and get the HELL OUT OF AMERICA!  This is not your home.  You do not belong here.  And take all your Obama lovin', "stimulus" toteing supporters and drag their asses out with you.  Give us back our freedom to choose as states, and as citizens.  Because, quite frankly, after the shit I have been seeing and hearing, I know it is our guns you are after next.  Well, Mr. President, pass any law you wish.  Make any statement you want.  The day you take my guns, is the day you pry them from my cold, dead fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1600398174715587439?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1600398174715587439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1600398174715587439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1600398174715587439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1600398174715587439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-proud-of-my-state.html' title='I&apos;m Proud Of My State'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-663487054533057776</id><published>2010-07-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:50:46.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bonus Post!</title><content type='html'>You know you like my bonus'. You don't have to lie to kick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about rain. You ever seen it rain? How about, have you ever seen it rain for 2 effin' weeks?! Well, I have. Very recently in fact. Like it is still raining right now. It was raining for the 4th of July too. And it was raining before that too. It's gonna rain tomorrow too. And we have a chance for rain all week long. And then, if this new tropical depression SE of Mexico out in Bahama land turns into anything, we might have even MORE rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying, we been getting some rain yo! I like rain. I feel like rain makes everything clean again. Until you drive into a giant mud puddle. Then it isn't so clean anymore. But until you drive into that mud puddle, things are pretty clean. You know what isn't so cool about rain? People pretend they have never heard "Turn around don't drown". People are getting sucked out of their cars and dying in rivers of water in the streets. Yo! TURN AROUND! I'm just saying, if you can't swim against a river current, don't drive into the river G! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tv announcer called this huge open field a lake on accident last night. He was all "The water in the lake, um I mean the water in the culvert is rising faster..." Y'all! There has been so much rain, refrigerators are floating down the streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60DcdfnqAHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60DcdfnqAHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what Mother Nature. We don't need anymore rain please. We just went through this 3 weeks ago. Just saying. I think we get the message. Don't drive when you are PMSing. Now, stop please. Give us some time to dry out. My toes are getting pruny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-663487054533057776?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/663487054533057776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=663487054533057776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/663487054533057776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/663487054533057776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/bonus-post.html' title='Bonus Post!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2797866701415201113</id><published>2010-07-09T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T05:47:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I Don't Have To Work Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I'm wore out y'all. Just plain ol' tired. I need a really long nap, but I can't seem to sleep long enough to recover. Momma said I'm depressed. The Man said I just ain't gettin' enough lovin'. I think I just need a new bed. No. Seriously. The thing is brand spankin' new, and lumpy like cold gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really diggin' all this rain. Makes for perfect sleeping weather. Also makes for awesome snoggin' weather. I mean, when you can't go swimmin', fishin', or hikin', you gotta do something to keep your blood a pumpin'. You feel like you've been transferred back in time to hicksville yet? I'm tryin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a mattress they have never slept on they want to give away absolutely free?! A really nice one. Maybe a tempurpedic one with that memory foam crap on it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until I get that new mattress, I'll just have to settle for sleeping on this lumpy thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2797866701415201113?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2797866701415201113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2797866701415201113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2797866701415201113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2797866701415201113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-least-i-dont-have-to-work-tomorrow.html' title='At Least I Don&apos;t Have To Work Tomorrow'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2391176259180400957</id><published>2010-07-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:33:13.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Things I Want'/><title type='text'>Lessons For Life</title><content type='html'>I think a lot when I am lonely. I was lonely last night. You see, me and The Man don't live together yet. I will be moving into a temporary apartment until we can find something big enough for our WHOLE family. Which means I get lonely. I fall asleep alone every night because my mom moved back home and since she now lives back in her house, I don't feel comfortable letting him stay the night. Neither do I think she would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was falling asleep alone, I started thinking. I usually think about how I'm going to decorate our home together, or whether or not I am going to bring all of my stuff with me when I leave my current residence. But last night I was thinking "I don't have a home". And I don't. I haven't had a home in a really long time. I don't mean I haven't had a place to live, because obviously I have, but I haven't had a place I felt at home in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved out of my moms home I had just turned 18. I hadn't felt at home for 3 years before that. I moved in with my daughters father and still didn't feel like I had a home. I didn't get to pick out furniture or decorate the walls because I "don't have good taste". How did he know this? He didn't. I had never decorated anything in my life, and I didn't get to start with my first apartment. We split up when my daughter was 3 and I moved back in with my mom. I felt even less at home. I felt like a complete failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Kayla's dad. This time I got to pick out a paint color for out living room. I thought I may have found my home. I felt relaxed and included in this place we lived. "Where do you think we should put the bed babe?" or "Do you want to pick out a couch and love seat?". This lasted for 3 months. I had a home for 3 months. He included me in decisions about our lives and our "home" for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a home since. Instead I have had, "why haven't you cooked dinner?!", "why isn't the laundry done?", "watch tv in Kayla's room, I'm watching it here". And then in my moms home I had peace at least, but it wasn't mine. I didn't get to change anything. I just lived in a space that I didn't belong in, and recently I haven't been welcome there either. "When are you moving out?", "it's time you grow up.", "you're so fucking lazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken, but I keep moving forward. "Why are you moving into an apartment you won't be in for more than a couple months?" people have asked. Because, at least I don't have to listen to hate. I can leave my laundry in a basket in my room for a few days and not do my clothes as soon as they come off my body. I can leave dishes in the sink for a few minutes after I am done eating so I can relax with my daughter before her bedtime. I can watch television in my own living room without being told to go watch it somewhere else. I can feel accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home may not seem important to some people. Some people have always had a home. I haven't had a home in a long time. I'm ready for a home of my own, one that no one can take from me. If only for a little while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2391176259180400957?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2391176259180400957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2391176259180400957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2391176259180400957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2391176259180400957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/lessons-for-life.html' title='Lessons For Life'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4990229178615680101</id><published>2010-07-07T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:58:45.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Hump Day!  Let's Get Our Freak On!</title><content type='html'>I always get my freak on. It just happens. Did you know that whispering is harder on your voice than speaking clearly with definition and tone!? Good thing I never whisper! I have just never seen a real good reason for it. If you don't wanna hear me talk, get the hell away from me. Nothing bothers me more than when I am trying to make a point and someone says "Heather, shhh!". I wanna smack the shit out of people when they do that. I mean WTF I don't walk around telling you to shut the fuck up when you don't make sense. If you don't want to listen to me talk, leave the fucking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot. I have been told this quite often. I don't apologize for it, and I don't talk less because people tell me I talk a lot. I would rather be remembered as that bitch who talked to damn much, rather than not remembered at all because no one knew I was there. What people don't seem to realize, what they lose in the length of my conversations, is the importance of what I am saying. I don't ramble on aimlessly and talk about nothing unless I'm drunk. I don't get drunk often, so usually what I have to say means something. It might not be important to you, but obviously it is important to me or I would not be saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me even more, is when someone tells me to shut up and then they carry on a 15 minute long monologue about fruit roll ups and how they are made. I'm talking about something like "global warming" and you shut me up to tell me how fruit roll ups are made. Douche!! BUT I let you talk because you surely wouldn't be wasting my time talking about something that doesn't matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your point Heather?! You are talking a lot again and I just don't get your point. My point is, don't tell me to shut up. I don't ever have frivolous conversations about flower arranging. When I open my mouth to ask a question, answer the question if you know the answer or say you don't know. Don't ask me why I want to know. If and when I open my mouth to say something about ANYTHING, I am not making conversation just to fill the air. I can be completely silent for hours and hours and hours. Trust me when I say, I can have the conversations I have WITH you, on my own. I have the mental ability to have complete conversations in my head and figure things out on my own, but instead I found it would be nice to include someone else in the process. I won't be including you anymore however, so don't be surprised when I never say another word to you. I have said hello and goodbye to you in my head, because that is obviously where you prefer my conversations occur when you are present. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem for a friend who lost a loved one. I'm not a writer, but I like to share so here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is not hard for the ones who die, &lt;br /&gt;But for the ones who are left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our loved ones live on in our memories, &lt;br /&gt;In our hearts and in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take solace in a soulful prayer,&lt;br /&gt;in a sympathetic hug from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest solace comes from knowing&lt;br /&gt;that we shall see them once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall be reunited with loved ones passed&lt;br /&gt;when we leave this world behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we too will live as memories,&lt;br /&gt;in a loved ones heart and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4990229178615680101?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4990229178615680101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4990229178615680101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4990229178615680101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4990229178615680101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/hump-day-lets-get-our-freak-on.html' title='Hump Day!  Let&apos;s Get Our Freak On!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-153974911062644453</id><published>2010-07-06T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:22:42.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Dear Friend! Where Have You Been?!</title><content type='html'>No worries no worries I am back this week. I had such a busy week blah blah blah excuse excuse *wink wink*. But I'm back now. So let's have a sharing day. I like sharing because it makes me feel viral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another ultrasound. Woot Woot! My little parasite is the size of an Easter egg right now. What what!? But I'm not supposed to be comparing it to food anymore so think of something the size of an egg and there ya go. I am also supposed to stop calling it and it because The Man is afraid "the baby" might come out with a complex or BOTH parts and he just doesn't think he can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDNWmku32lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4gbuh2gDIuo/s1600/35716_1521889930985_1346691456_1427184_7809748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDNWmku32lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4gbuh2gDIuo/s320/35716_1521889930985_1346691456_1427184_7809748_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490827591390059090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next appt will be on the 28th so lets PRAY we have either a boy or a girl by then! LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl lost her FIRST tooth! She was eating watermelon on the Fourth and out it came! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDNXUGfj6QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/T-FGwMCkYYY/s1600/34660_1527264825354_1346691456_1441453_3754142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDNXUGfj6QI/AAAAAAAAAQM/T-FGwMCkYYY/s320/34660_1527264825354_1346691456_1441453_3754142_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490828373546756354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited everyone was looking at me like I was a freak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man came to our family Fourth party and lets just say his mind was definitely molested. Amber told him she would lick his bratwurst so it would be clean. Then she grabbed his boobs. Funk grabbed my butt and I bit his arm. My cousin got drunk and was touching everyone. It was GREAT fun! He couldn't stop laughing. He said he has never met a family as crazy as ours but yet be able to see them in a public setting and think they are absolutely sane. Bahaha! We have talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to share but maybe at a later date!  Tata for now (I said tata!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-153974911062644453?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/153974911062644453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=153974911062644453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/153974911062644453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/153974911062644453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dear-friend-where-have-you-been.html' title='My Dear Friend! Where Have You Been?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TDNWmku32lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4gbuh2gDIuo/s72-c/35716_1521889930985_1346691456_1427184_7809748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-791624334370007317</id><published>2010-06-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T06:30:00.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Saturday Post Say What?!</title><content type='html'>Yep, that is right. I am postin' on Saturdee! Yippee for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Heather? Why post on this most wondrous day when you should be sleeping in?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my darling little followers, because I am actually writing this on FRIDAY before I get off of work because I rock your moms pants off. Also, I just figured out how to set my posts for the next day and it is AWESOME! So I thought I would share The Man's conversation with me last night. It was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man: What are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Reading my facebook messages.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You're gay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not nice to make fun of people who enjoy sex with the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: See. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I've been told I could be a Comedienne or a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What!? How do you not see it?!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You just aren't that funny unless you are making fun of me and you would get put in jail for yelling at the judge everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am too funny. I don't need you to make me funny.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You just gonna ignore the part where I said you would be put in jail?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea cuz you are probably right.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Tell me a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You can't put me on the spot like that.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: See.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your mom!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: The your mom thing isn't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *punches him in the stomach and bounces off the couch* YOUR MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Dammit Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't need him to be funny.  I could be the funniest damn lawyer in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-791624334370007317?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/791624334370007317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=791624334370007317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/791624334370007317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/791624334370007317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-post-say-what.html' title='Saturday Post Say What?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7465404713789707024</id><published>2010-06-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:30:00.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>I Will Leave You With This Thought</title><content type='html'>I have heard everyone and their mamma talking about the oil spill lately. Or oil leak if you are a Democrat. Or gusher if you are a realist. I have heard peoples opinions on how to stop the oil and how to clean it up. I have heard people blame BP, Halliburton, President Obama, and every other person within 10 feet of that disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just it. It is a disaster. No, it isn't a natural disaster, man did create it, but it is time to stop pointing fingers now. I have heard people hypothesise and speculate, but those people aren't working on this disaster. I have heard people say BP isn't stopping the oil because they are still trying to make money off of it, or they have their heads so far up their asses they don't see the cloud of oil crossing the Gulf. So, I sat down with my uncle and step dad, both of whom work for oil companies doing exactly what BP is trying to do right now, and I asked them the questions. I conducted an interview if you will, so I hope this enlightens some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Step-Dad: How did this happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That isn't an easy question to answer, and it is especially hard when you are trying to explain something in layman's terms to someone who doesn't necessarily understand the jargon in the oil industry, but I will tell you what I have been told. The well was not in production. From what I have heard, through the oil industry grapevine, is that they were putting the equipment together for the well to start pumping and producing when they realised their mud wasn't heavy enough to keep the oil pressure down and they called to the rig supervisor and told him they needed to cap it off and shut it down NOW. That man didn't want to risk ruining the well head before it even produced, so he called corporate instead of making the decision to shut it down and while he was on the phone the cap exploded. You saw the pictures. Men died because that 1 man couldn't make a decision. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Uncle: How do they stop it? Why haven't they used stronger top kill and just pushed it back down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not going to pretend to know what the conditions are like at 5000 foot depths, but I do know the pressure levels on land and here is what I can say. They are trying to stop it. BP isn't the only company trying to work on this right now. Right now EVERY oil company out there with hopes of EVER drilling in the Gulf again are putting their best ideas forward to stop this. Have you ever seen a firefighter using a pressurized water hose? Now, imagine that hose being 10 inches wide with 8000 pounds of pressure pushing that water out of the end. Aim that at a house and the fire will not be there anymore, neither will the house. The house would explode. Now imagine you are trying to cap the end of that off. You would need 25,000 lbs plus of pressure pushing back to do that, but then add on top of that the depth and you have added another 5,000 lbs of needed pressure. We just don't have the equipment to push 30,000 lbs of pressure to that depth fast enough to fight back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Uncle: So what are we supposed to do, just watch it keep flooding into the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is hard watching something like that happen knowing you can't do anything. They are doing what needs to be done. They are cleaning the top of that well head and drilling relief wells. Once those relief wells are finished, they should reduce pressure enough to make a top kill work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Step-Dad: If you had to blame someone, who would you blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't be able to put blame anywhere. The well belongs to BP, so BP should accept blame. The monetary damage this disaster has created is going to be felt deep in their pockets, but they are doing what they can. Human error caused this problem, whether it be in weak well heads, or a missed decision. You can't place blame on dead men, and you can't scream at the men who own the well. Things like this happen and we just have to try to fix it as fast as we can and hope things get better soon. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Them Both: What can we do to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There isn't anything. Uncle: "I have seen farmers using hay in tv appearances. I haven't seen them drive it to the shoreline and say "Here"" Step-Dad: "There is no easy fix. We just have to have faith. Our president is making things worse every time he opens his mouth. I wish he would just stay in his office."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything about oil wells, and I don't pretend to. I don't know how to battle pounds of pressure under certain amounts of pressure in certain conditions. I don't know stuff like that, but I do know that my uncle and step dad aren't stupid men. I hope we can read this and maybe, if not stop pointing fingers, then maybe better understand the conditions that these people are fighting against.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7465404713789707024?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7465404713789707024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7465404713789707024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7465404713789707024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7465404713789707024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-will-leave-you-with-this-thought.html' title='I Will Leave You With This Thought'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1030118545089502915</id><published>2010-06-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:15:00.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>And So He Redeems Himself</title><content type='html'>Me: Hey guess what I did the other day.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on guess.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Hit another bunny driving in the country?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *GASP* You PROMISED you would never speak of it again!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Then just tell me what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told the interwebs about your rabbit humping fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: They said you can't have a man card cuz you said "Wanna make love".&lt;br /&gt;The Man: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was going to defend you, but I was laughing too hard...&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I said it cuz you wouldn't give me any unless I did!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I left that part out. Come on this is the internet, not a freakin novel.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You always make me look like a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told them you wanted to punch a baby elephant once.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Oh great, now I'm a pussy who hates baby animals. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I love your pussy though.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: That's not funny Heather.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you...?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I get head or I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well... I never... Yea ok but don't tell your friends.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I won't if you stop making me look like a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't make him look like a pussy anymore. I have to share ALL of the stupid details in our conversation, even if they make me look dumb. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who the EFF says my blog isn't safe for younger viewers?! Well, apparently, this little site does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_nc-17.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free Dating Sites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't looking on dating sites, I was linked to it by another blog... Just shut up already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1030118545089502915?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1030118545089502915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1030118545089502915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1030118545089502915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1030118545089502915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-so-he-redeems-himself.html' title='And So He Redeems Himself'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5879172902405319187</id><published>2010-06-23T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:18:11.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday... Yeah Right</title><content type='html'>Y'all know I am NEVER wordless.  Time to share!  Cuz sharing is caring?  No, I just like to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today?  Worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDhzIpy1bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nqZgS-uIA5c/s1600/gshgfhsdfsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDhzIpy1bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nqZgS-uIA5c/s320/gshgfhsdfsf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485632614749623730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool that happened recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiCbxxnRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/400RDTi8ptA/s1600/dsdfasdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiCbxxnRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/400RDTi8ptA/s320/dsdfasdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485632877581409554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We babysat my brothers pet raccoon...&lt;br /&gt;Who's got a winner for a kid??  I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiySN_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k2QnW5PP1Z8/s1600/lkcfalsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiySN_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k2QnW5PP1Z8/s320/lkcfalsdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485633699649119970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is on my fridge??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiyLV5C4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/py8y6OB8e3k/s1600/asdfasdfasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDiyLV5C4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/py8y6OB8e3k/s320/asdfasdfasd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485633697803209602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoys their hump day!  I know I will!  *Wink wink nudge nudge*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5879172902405319187?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5879172902405319187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5879172902405319187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5879172902405319187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5879172902405319187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday-yeah-right.html' title='Wordless Wednesday... Yeah Right'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TCDhzIpy1bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nqZgS-uIA5c/s72-c/gshgfhsdfsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2081175827211686384</id><published>2010-06-22T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:13:18.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bonus Post!</title><content type='html'>Shut up, I can too have two posts in one day and you do too have to read them both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a humorous conversation with you, but before you read this please be warned. It contains adult content...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the setting. My bedroom. That's really all that needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Wanna do it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not unless you give me some romancin' first...&lt;br /&gt;The Man: What kind of romance?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't just jump in and peddle to the metal for 10 minutes. Warm it up.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I always warm it up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do not.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Since when?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You got so turned on by my cleavage the other night that you impaled me and left me stunned into silence. I didn't even know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I thought you liked it...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which part?! The ripping of my favorite granny panties? Or the 39 1/2 seconds of rabbit humping?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Fine. Wanna make love?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess, but don't pull my hair this time. I think I still have a bald spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I usually get good quality lovin' out of him, or I would kick his ass for the rabbit humping fiasco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2081175827211686384?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2081175827211686384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2081175827211686384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2081175827211686384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2081175827211686384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonus-post.html' title='Bonus Post!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5753652838113999068</id><published>2010-06-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:50:23.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My View'/><title type='text'>This Is Just What I Think</title><content type='html'>So, after visiting &lt;a href="http://jsgotgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/excellent-link-on-oil-shades-of-gray.html"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt; today, I got the bright idea to write a post about abortion. My views on the subject are strongly held and can probably not be swayed unless strong evidence was shown to me contrary to my own. I welcome any debate on the topic, but please remember that my views are my own and you have yours. Don't get too carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe abortion is okay except in VERY VERY extreme circumstances. Here is an example of the extreme circumstances that have to be met before I think it is okay to end an innocent child's life. The mother will surely die upon giving birth AND the fetus has no chance of survival, ie it has no heart or brain or something along those lines. BUT BUT BUT you say, what if the mother will die if she gives birth??? Well, if the fetus is viable, why is it okay to kill it to save the mother? Where is the line? It's okay to kill the baby, but not the mother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is thought that the mother might die upon giving birth, because it is never known FOR SURE, then be prepared! Go in with both hands swinging and fight for BOTH of their lives. Don't take one life that will make it just to save another who might not. No matter how you cut that pie, you will be committing murder if you kill the child. You won't be killing the mother. Nature is doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait Heather wait! What about rape and incest victims?!?!?! Well, my dear readers, the same rule applies to them. Just because something horrible has happened, doesn't make it the baby's fault. In any case, out of the 3,500 abortions performed daily in the United States alone!, only about 1% of those are due to rape and incest. Even allowing for a number of unreported abortions due to these reasons, the numbers are still staggeringly low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you say, if women who can't afford babies don't have abortions then we will be paying for their kids!!! I don't want to pay for someone else's kid! Truth be told, the women who would be having these children you have to pay for, still do. They can't afford the children, true, but they also can't afford the abortions. They are not the ones having them... A majority of abortions are given to women of upper and middle class origin. And how about this for statistics, over 50% of the women getting abortions are over the age of 25 and most already have a child. So, you can take care of one child, but another is just too much? What makes the child you have any more special than the child you are giving up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Heather, what is the solution?? Teach your children to value life, and to also prepare for it. Tell your friends and family that they don't need to do this, and although life may become more difficult with a child that doesn't make that child any less special. So you don't make $50,000 a year. Neither do I, but I am the happiest woman alive for having my daughter. She has brought smiles where I thought none were possible. She has given me all of the happiest moments in my life, but I would never have had them if I had chosen to abort her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ask you to think about this. When does a child begin to feel? When can it feel the chemicals destroying its body? When can it feel the doctor scraping its body off of the side of a uterus? I ask that if you know of anyone who is even THINKING about abortion, you let them see &lt;a href="http://abortiontruth.com/index.html"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. It might not change your mind, and it might not change theirs, but at least give them the opportunity to make informed decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not agree with me now, and you may never agree with me. The truth is, I don't care. I feel certain I will always feel the way I do, but I don't fault you for your views. I will never go down the path that leads me to choose abortion over life, but the support I have from my family makes that decision easy for me to make. I don't pretend to understand how easy a decision it is for other women in different circumstances, I just think that given a second thought most women might think it best to keep their child and give it the best life they possibly can. I promise you, no matter your income level, that child will love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5753652838113999068?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5753652838113999068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5753652838113999068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5753652838113999068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5753652838113999068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='This Is Just What I Think'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5685669833366749293</id><published>2010-06-21T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:23:46.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Things We Do For...</title><content type='html'>There really isn't much I wouldn't do for my family. I so often hear people say "I would never do that!", and I think to myself "If I had to to save my daughters life I sure would." I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for my daughter, and that got me thinking, what is the craziest thing I have done for my family? I had to really think about this, but I wanted to share it with you all because I think it might make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter was little, she used to get sick. Not "oh my god we have to go to the hospital!" sick, but she would get sick. I remember one night when she was about 6 months old, she started not feeling well. I tried feeding her, I changed her dry diaper, I gave her children's Tylenol for her fever, and I started to rock her. She was so fussy and I was just so tired. By this time in her life, I no longer had a milk supply so I couldn't help her that way, but I wanted so badly to try to make her feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had remembered reading somewhere that if a baby was placed flat against your bare skin, it would sometimes help to regulate its body temperature and calm it down. I tried placing her on her tummy across my thighs. It didn't help. I tried holding her low across my belly. No help. I was so desperate and she was crying in such a way that it was making my heart hurt. So I stripped off my nightgown, and sat there in my panties in our chair and help her against my bare chest. I sat there rocking her forever it seems, but as soon as I placed her body against mine, she seemed to calm down. I tilted the chair back and fell asleep with her in my arms against my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up the next morning, her father was sitting on the couch across from us just smiling. He said he had come in and we were both snoring away and he hadn't wanted to wake us up. I can't imagine anything I wouldn't do to make my daughter happy, but I do know what I have done. I would do it again in a heartbeat if it would make an ache go away, or a smile cross her face. I can't wait to share that same love with our next little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5685669833366749293?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5685669833366749293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5685669833366749293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5685669833366749293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5685669833366749293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-we-do-for.html' title='The Things We Do For...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8886131560035385039</id><published>2010-06-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:01:06.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear So and So'/><title type='text'>Dear So and So... Winner!</title><content type='html'>Dear Kayla, &lt;br /&gt;You are the most talented 5 year old I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  Watching you in your t-ball tournament has given me a natural glow of pride that I am sure no other woman has ever experienced.  When you hit that ball all the way to the fence line, I know I embarassed you when I bounced out of my chair and hopped around wildly screaming RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!!  I know people stared at me, but that's ok.  I know you stopped at first base when you could have likely made it to home plate, but I didn't care.  You were MY home run hitter that day.  You looked at me with the BIGGEST smile on your face and gave me that thumbs up, and I almost melted right there.  &lt;br /&gt;I love you little tiger cub, always and forever&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBumOfMn_KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5wXCDCPhvX4/s1600/5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBumOfMn_KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5wXCDCPhvX4/s320/5454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484159739076541602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Man, &lt;br /&gt;The way you hold me when I cry makes me the luckiest woman alive.  You wrap your arms around me and let me cry into your shoulder, and somehow I instantly know that no matter how hard things get, you will make them better.  I am truly blessed to have found you and to have you in my life.  You are the greatest gift a woman could ever ask for and without you, I fear I am quite lost.  You make me the wonderful woman that I am by trusting me.  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day, &lt;br /&gt;Mother to your newest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I know we have our differences.  I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I love you.  I trust that you will keep me from the evil things in this world, and if those evil things should get to me, I trust that you will fight them off.  I love you most for keeping me sane when it was so difficult to deal with me.  I thank you for the patience you have shown me, and for the lessons you have taught me.  You are quite honestly the strongest woman I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;Love You &lt;br /&gt;You Daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8886131560035385039?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8886131560035385039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8886131560035385039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8886131560035385039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8886131560035385039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-so-and-so-winner.html' title='Dear So and So... Winner!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBumOfMn_KI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5wXCDCPhvX4/s72-c/5454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-9152064507128897459</id><published>2010-06-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:32:39.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Wordless But Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBjelt_mRQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TrOThgKsWgA/s1600/dfasdfasdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBjelt_mRQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TrOThgKsWgA/s320/dfasdfasdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483377285906449666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBjerUgZYiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/X-yzT1m_oyE/s1600/654654654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBjerUgZYiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/X-yzT1m_oyE/s320/654654654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483377382143910434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left to Right. A picture of a storm moving in from the NW as the sun went down. I love the sky. The next is a picture of a rabbit in my front yard. This is the first time I have EVER seen a bunny get this close. You may have trouble seeing it, but it is right outside the garden. Sorry, I only had my phone. No zoom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will never know what that lady did to piss off The Man yesterday morning, but he did tell me that "know-it-all bitches make me want to shoot a baby elephant." Yea, I don't know how baby elephants made it into all of that, but they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because &lt;a href="http://www.mamastillwearsgucci.com/2010/06/boob-balance.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FzfWP+%28Mama+Still+Wears+Gucci%21%29"&gt;Gucci Mama&lt;/a&gt; is doing a post about balancing things on her rack, I thought I would try and see if I could too! I'm sure I don't have the skill she has but we shall see! So, if you have any ideas of things I could try to balance on the twins, give em up! The Man thinks this idea is kinda stupid and "If you want to balance something on my girls, I got some things in mind". Men! I love him! So, ideas ladies and gentleworms! Ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-9152064507128897459?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9152064507128897459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=9152064507128897459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/9152064507128897459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/9152064507128897459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-but-not.html' title='Wordless But Not...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBjelt_mRQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/TrOThgKsWgA/s72-c/dfasdfasdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6297934162598438721</id><published>2010-06-15T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:26:18.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>What Is That All About?!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to share a conversation in text with you between myself and The Man that occurred this morning. Don't ask me what is going on with this text conversation because I STILL don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man(he is at work. I am not): That Lady from BLANKITY dispatch is a f'ing bitch. If she ever calls here again give it to Coworker.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What did she do?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: She's just a cunt. F'ing hateful bitch...every time I talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok... Wow she musta really pissed you off.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Yea someone needs to choke her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm... Want a chicken biscuit?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: No, I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I haven't heard from him since LoL. I have NO idea what is going on there but whoever the dispatch lady is, she should protect her neck. I don't know what The Man's deal is lately but he seems to want to wreck every ones neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard him use the word cunt before. It was kind of amusing, but also kind of strange. I asked him once if he had ever called me a bitch behind my back or used any bad names for me. His response, "No, if you were being a bitch I would let you know." So, I guess I'm a pretty good little girlfriend. I had to warn him that if he ever called me a bitch to my face though, I might have to tear out his tongue with my bare hands. Then we laughed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6297934162598438721?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6297934162598438721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6297934162598438721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6297934162598438721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6297934162598438721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-that-all-about.html' title='What Is That All About?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-169619205879065592</id><published>2010-06-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:02:09.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Oh What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So, I went to Dallas Friday after work. Long drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our hotel, we checked in, I went potty (for the 3rd time) and we set off to Saltgrass. Upon arrival, some dude walks up to me as I get out of the truck and scares the SHIT out of me. I practically JUMPED to the sidewalk and Bennie came up behind me and just told the guy to go away and put his hand on my shoulder and propelled me forward. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner wasn't very good. Remind me to not eat there ever. Everything is NOT better in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HamFest was pretty cool. I got to see some stuff I have never seen before and then there were the people. I won't say Ham's in general are weird because that seems kind of rude. I will say that there were a lot of people there that were weird. I have a picture that I will share with you that will make you smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBZNxc_6HGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/eA_R-wqr2sg/s1600/29443_1500501396285_1346691456_1365698_5003603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBZNxc_6HGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/eA_R-wqr2sg/s320/29443_1500501396285_1346691456_1365698_5003603_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482655108363328610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the poor quality of this photo, but let me give you a description. This man is wearing a neon yellow hat, a pearl button shirt, combat boots with above knee wool socks pushed down and a kilt... I followed him for a few minutes trying to get a good shot and this was the best I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a story about &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=snoogle&amp;defid=1924778"&gt;snoogle &lt;/a&gt;(or is it snugle, or snewgle?)ing. Basically, I almost threw up. It wasn't pretty. Then I was shown a video that I wish I had never seen called 2 girls 1 cup. I'm not gonna go on trips with these guys anymore. Bennie didn't even know what to say. He was at a loss for words as to how they were acting. I thought I was going to puke. Don't watch it. Not ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting at work waiting on the rain. I haven't seen rain in a while and I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-169619205879065592?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/169619205879065592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=169619205879065592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/169619205879065592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/169619205879065592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-what-weekend.html' title='Oh What A Weekend!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBZNxc_6HGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/eA_R-wqr2sg/s72-c/29443_1500501396285_1346691456_1365698_5003603_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6552134265316267313</id><published>2010-06-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:41:06.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Bonus Post!  Kinda Like Winning The Lotto</title><content type='html'>I decided after reading a post by a fellow blogger, I would share a letter I wrote to my daughter recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kayla,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy watches you grow more and more each day, learning new things and remembering old things. I watch you play with your littler cousins and marvel at your kindness and understanding. When you told Cole it was okay if he didn't understand, you would teach him I was so proud. I like to think that I have taught you all of the things that you know, but I also know that some of the things you know cannot be taught. They are in your nature. You are, by nature, a kind and gentle soul. You have had a tough go of things lately, and I am so deeply proud of how well you adjust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to mention how beautiful you are. Again, I would like to claim some responsibility for this, but even I know that when God created you he knew what he was doing. He used a little of me and a little of your daddy and then he threw in something extra special that only you have. He gave you the ability to know good from bad without being told or taught. He gave you the ability to know when people are sad and when they need a hug or a kiss. He made you, in my eyes, a perfect young woman because he knew that when you grew older, you would teach the world what he taught you. He knew that when you were able to understand the things he whispered while you were still in my womb, you would share them with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I see you do everyday. I see that you have begun to understand the patience he bestowed on you, and you have taught others. I see that you have learned the meaning of sharing he so kindly taught you about, and you willingly show others what it means. I see that you have taken your heart and filled it with love for everything, and you willingly show it daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear MaKayla, I love you. Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6552134265316267313?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6552134265316267313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6552134265316267313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6552134265316267313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6552134265316267313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonus-post-kinda-like-winning-lotto.html' title='Bonus Post!  Kinda Like Winning The Lotto'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3600435220260172116</id><published>2010-06-10T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:39:41.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>Women aren't the only ones embarassing our species with the camel toe look.  Just let me show you some MEN who screw it up for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFepnBUI0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmjzqrolUMA/s1600/internetpolice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFepnBUI0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmjzqrolUMA/s320/internetpolice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266290428748610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFepJ4LphI/AAAAAAAAAOM/74wSpwyvmXA/s1600/camel+toe+elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFepJ4LphI/AAAAAAAAAOM/74wSpwyvmXA/s320/camel+toe+elvis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266282605815314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFeqEpdXgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hBwJ7xG0x8U/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFeqEpdXgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hBwJ7xG0x8U/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481266298381753858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin, no we don't...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I get to leave early from work today because I rock your moms socks off and What? don't be jealous.  Just agree and cry to yourself while eating chunky monkey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm pretty sure that pregnancy "glow" is really just oily skin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3600435220260172116?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3600435220260172116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3600435220260172116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3600435220260172116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3600435220260172116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBFepnBUI0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmjzqrolUMA/s72-c/internetpolice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5061805134007719123</id><published>2010-06-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:32:48.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Things I Want'/><title type='text'>Thursday Things and Stuff</title><content type='html'>I saw this thing once and thought I should do it and then I think I did once and then I forgot and that's pretty much how my life goes because I have a short attention span when it comes to Oh look! a butterfly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Thursday Things I Want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to find a house big enough for me and The Man to have our own space to relax in, but also has enough rooms for my daughter, his son and daughter when they come over, and for the new addition coming soon to theaters near you. Plus, it has to be a rental because he wants to start building a house next spring... I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want the lady I bought my crib from to please hurry up and get it ready for me to pick up because I know I'm only 10 weeks along, but COME ON! I want to let it sit in my garage so I can stare at it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to win the lottery because there is nothing in this world I would rather be doing than staying at home with my children and watching them grow and teaching them things they need to know about life. I know I would probably be a crazed stay at homer, but I want to at least be able to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't want to go to college anymore. I hate it. I have been going for 5 years now part time because my douche bag ex wouldn't work an extra shift here and there to make my salary so I could go full time. Yeah, that's right. He would have just had to work 1 extra shift a pay period to make what I made in 2 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want the nausea to go away because let's be honest, no one really likes to feel like they have to womit every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to Plano, Texas tomorrow and I get to stay in a fancy shmancy hotel with The Man because he basically loves me and wanted me to have a nice kid free weekend, and he's bringing me to this really awesome HamFest thing while I am down there and I might get myself one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBEDk864TmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9lD6Xs2uAQA/s1600/ICOM%2520IC-7800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBEDk864TmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9lD6Xs2uAQA/s320/ICOM%2520IC-7800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481166154849865314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but probably not. I can dream though right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait to sleep in a bed with him. I haven't been able to do that since the lady that owns the house I rent a couple rooms in came home. That lady? My mom. I love her to death, but it's time for me to leave. She wasn't supposed to be back for another 6 months and I was going to be gone by then, but she came back early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man brought up moving in together a couple months before we found out I was pregnant, but we never really talked about it much. I worry that he may be feeling pressured now to make the change and I don't want that. He talks about it all the time now, but he doesn't act particularly enthusiastic. Then again, he never really acts enthusiastic... LOL see, pregnancy makes people whiny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5061805134007719123?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5061805134007719123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5061805134007719123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5061805134007719123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5061805134007719123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursday-things-and-stuff.html' title='Thursday Things and Stuff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBEDk864TmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9lD6Xs2uAQA/s72-c/ICOM%2520IC-7800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-141495541504210405</id><published>2010-06-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:14:22.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk...</title><content type='html'>OMG I hate those words. It's like hearing, "I'm gonna leave you but I wanna pretend like I care first." So you all don't freak out and think The Man left me, lemme get to a point. I will share our conversation as I heard it in MY head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man: We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Come on Heather pay attention this is serious.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crap!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You know I love you right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shit!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: And I would do anything to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh Holy Hell.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I think you are beautiful and smart and funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear Lord shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: But.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH PLEASE PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE LEAVING ME PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: I was just gonna ask you if I could punch your friend in the throat...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: She's making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... You just wanna punch my friend. That's cool. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: Holy hell are you gonna be okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep, I'm fine. Hush now Dog is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture for the day.  Hope y'all enjoy your Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TA5ortQE5KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aA7T92GR5J4/s1600/29443_1494838054705_1346691456_1350646_2682420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TA5ortQE5KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aA7T92GR5J4/s320/29443_1494838054705_1346691456_1350646_2682420_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432896647160994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-141495541504210405?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/141495541504210405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=141495541504210405&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/141495541504210405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/141495541504210405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-talk.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TA5ortQE5KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aA7T92GR5J4/s72-c/29443_1494838054705_1346691456_1350646_2682420_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8894894554616645482</id><published>2010-06-07T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:21:26.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Even God Hates Monday</title><content type='html'>That's why this is the first day he "rested". Who wants to be awake for a Monday? Not me. I have to get my blood drawn today. Another reason I hate being with child. Stupid blood sucking vampires and their hurty pointy things. I hate getting my blood drawn. It elicits the most HORRIBLE response from me. I get all hyperventilaty. Then I pass out. Without fail. Every time. I'm not scared of needles. It doesn't hurt getting my blood drawn. I have no idea why I react this way. When I come too, I vomit excessively, and since I have had a child already my bladder control is something to be desired. Since I have poor bladder control, the vomiting usually means I wet myself a little bit. Talk about embarrassing. Why the HELL do that put me through this crap????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Because they want to make sure my creature is gonna be all gravy baby? Well, I think I can deal if it means I get a healthy buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with The Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, wanna see a picture of the little jelly bean?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Can we not call it a jelly bean.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, why not?!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: It makes me think you are growing something sweet and edible...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You are sick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's what your mom said! OHhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: .....&lt;br /&gt;Me: OOooohhhhhh SNAPS!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: You are just special.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know, pass the chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8894894554616645482?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8894894554616645482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8894894554616645482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8894894554616645482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8894894554616645482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/even-god-hates-monday.html' title='Even God Hates Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5777425866649798146</id><published>2010-06-04T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:13:24.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Yup, believe it or not it is Friday. Seems like this week took forever to go by, which doesn't make much sense since it was a 4 day week. You like how I used sense and since in the same sentence. Yep, I'm pretty fascinating like that. My mom told me I shouldn't cuss so much in my blog because apparently some day my kids are going to look at this and think it is okay to cuss. I was all like, "Psh mom hate to break it to ya, but by the time my kids are old enough to google search my name we won't have the same kind of Internet DUH! They will be riding in flying cars on set courses and searching the Internet on invisible pop up in front of your face screens and my interweb world won't have made it into the new world because it isn't cool enough." Also, probably my mom doesn't really read my blog but I like to think she does so I pretend she talks to me about it sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom rolls her eyes a lot. I think she has a disorder. She says it's because I don't make sense, but that is complete malarkey. I make absolute sense, but since not everyone understands absolute perfection, I go misunderstood. Like how I did the since sense thing again? I'm just saying I'm pretty great and my little jelly bean is gonna be the happiest kid alive but not alive without sucking my blood yet, kid in the world. I'm pretty much the coolest host a parasite could ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5777425866649798146?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5777425866649798146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5777425866649798146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5777425866649798146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5777425866649798146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3897720589320202140</id><published>2010-06-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:06:32.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>My Kid Is Going To Have A Complex</title><content type='html'>I had another doctors appointment. I have a theory that doctors like shoved dildo shaped things up your hoohah so when you get pregnant it's like WOOT! a new excuse to do it more often! Anyways, my jelly bean is going to have a complex when it is born. It's gonna come out and scream, in a raspy smokers Robert De Niro cough, "Stop effin taking pictures of me!"  Well, so anyways since I have pictures of my Hooch parasite, I thought I would share.  These ones are pretty neato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS6J_tArI/AAAAAAAAANU/l1TKpxB0Gpo/s1600/31243_1489193113585_1346691456_1335168_3036984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS6J_tArI/AAAAAAAAANU/l1TKpxB0Gpo/s320/31243_1489193113585_1346691456_1335168_3036984_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478579368276853426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS57goCZI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wz9CEC1NmJE/s1600/31243_1489189793502_1346691456_1335161_1537378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS57goCZI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wz9CEC1NmJE/s320/31243_1489189793502_1346691456_1335161_1537378_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478579364388407698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS5i9v-gI/AAAAAAAAANE/rZbaiSeT2zs/s1600/31243_1489049309990_1346691456_1334851_3496093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS5i9v-gI/AAAAAAAAANE/rZbaiSeT2zs/s320/31243_1489049309990_1346691456_1334851_3496093_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478579357799676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3897720589320202140?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3897720589320202140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3897720589320202140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3897720589320202140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3897720589320202140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-kid-is-going-to-have-complex.html' title='My Kid Is Going To Have A Complex'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAfS6J_tArI/AAAAAAAAANU/l1TKpxB0Gpo/s72-c/31243_1489193113585_1346691456_1335168_3036984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4738611228422303093</id><published>2010-06-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:28:44.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Look What I Got!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAUmSK_z9qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XcIDprIvQuk/s1600/6465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAUmSK_z9qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XcIDprIvQuk/s320/6465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477826615397578402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my little magic growing bean, and we love that little booger! The Man was a little apprehensive for a couple weeks, but he has come around quite nicely. We told everyone yesterday, and when his friends started calling congratulating him I think he actually smiled! He told one of his friends that "My kid didn't even have a heartbeat yet and it was in the presence of a multiple vortex tornado. Beat that!" LoL. I couldn't be a happier host to this little parasite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4738611228422303093?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4738611228422303093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4738611228422303093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4738611228422303093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4738611228422303093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-what-i-got.html' title='Look What I Got!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TAUmSK_z9qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XcIDprIvQuk/s72-c/6465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3926558818512236568</id><published>2010-05-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:16:50.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Going To The Dr Today</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I should clear up a few things.  I have told The Man, and no he isn't happy about it but he doesn't really show much emotion either way on the subject.  I think that as time goes on he is warming to the idea but I can't really tell.  As for the marriage thing, I WANT marriage with him.  I NEED him.  I can go the rest of my life without ever walking down the isle if it means I get him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my second appointment today, the first one was to make sure the pregnancy was real.  Since I was on depo provera when I got pregnant, the doctor was worried that the pregnancy was compromised and we would have to do a D&amp;C.  Everything looked fine and I get another Ultrasound today to make sure everything is still progressing normally.  I will also more than likely get to hear the heartbeat today if everything goes well.  My daughter will be coming to the appointment as well.  She wants to hear her baby brother/sister's heartbeat as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I figured out how to put audio to a youtube video so that you all can hear the wonderous things I get to hear.  That should be exciting!  Wish me luck!  And thank you to everyone who gave me advice.  I truly appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3926558818512236568?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3926558818512236568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3926558818512236568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3926558818512236568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3926558818512236568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-to-dr-today.html' title='Going To The Dr Today'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1152841763825286</id><published>2010-05-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:34:34.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>It's Thursday</title><content type='html'>I have so much going on in my life right now, and I am so scared things are going the wrong way. I need to tell someone, and I figure since the interwebs are somewhat anonymous I can tell you all and you can help me. Maybe. I don't really have many followers so I guess the ones who really read me can help! LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I love The Man so much. I love him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. I look at him and I feel warm inside. He is mine and I will take all that I can and never give any of it back for anyone else to have. I want to marry him, I want to live with him, and I want to be with him forever. He is the one I spent my life looking for, the one I am supposed to be with. He makes me feel like a whole person. What's the problem? We don't live together. We aren't married. We spend as much time together as we can, but he doesn't stay over anymore since I don't live alone anymore. I can't afford to move out, especially not now. More on why later. He doesn't ever want to get married again. He has always been honest about that, but it still tears me up inside. I want that with him more than I have ever wanted it with anyone before, and I can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have been together for about a year now, and I just found out something that made me so happy, but I cried at the same time. I am expecting. I couldn't be happier. I also couldn't be sadder. The mix of emotions can't be good for me. I didn't want another child out of wedlock. I wanted it to be right the next time I became a mother. It doesn't feel right now. Nothing is happening the way I always wanted it to. I couldn't be happier about being a mother again, but he never wanted anymore children. He already has 2 and he is 35 years old. He was done. Now, surprise!, he isn't. I just want to be happy and to be able to stop crying now. I can't even tell my friends because I am afraid I will break out crying when they congratulate me. I want to smile and be happy when they congratulate me. I want him to be happy. I go to hear the heartbeat tomorrow afternoon. Alone. Because I can't look at him and hear the most beautiful sound in the world knowing he doesn't hear it the same way I do. I am so scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1152841763825286?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1152841763825286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1152841763825286&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1152841763825286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1152841763825286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7451632632150540441</id><published>2010-05-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:20:21.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornado'/><title type='text'>Tornado Video!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="224" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1475637894713" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1475637894713" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first multi vortex tornado and you might wanna mute your computer because we got kind of excited.&lt;br /&gt;Wynnewood, OK &lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7451632632150540441?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7451632632150540441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7451632632150540441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7451632632150540441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7451632632150540441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/tornado-video.html' title='Tornado Video!!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3310986287430199458</id><published>2010-05-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:20:25.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm Chasing'/><title type='text'>It's Monday</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be excited about a Monday, but here I am, excited about a Monday! Today we are going to be getting some pretty wicked awesome severe weather in my neck of the woods, and although most people would think that really sucks, I don't! I love watching storms and I love even more seeing tornadoes. I don't like them to hit anything but they are so powerful and beautiful I just can't help but like them. It's like falling in love with Tigers. They could kill you any second, but until they do you think they look majestic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some pretty unexpected news last week and I am waiting until that news is confirmed before I say anything about it because I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch or however that saying goes! I had a wonderful Mother's Day weekend with my family. My dad came to Oklahoma and I got to see him and the Man got to meet him and it was really pretty cool to watch them together. The Man took me out to dinner Saturday night and then we went out to dinner with my dad again Sunday night. The Man fit right in talking to them and with them about police man stuff. I just laughed. Belly laughs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great and beautiful day! I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3310986287430199458?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3310986287430199458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3310986287430199458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3310986287430199458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3310986287430199458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8735622026445123755</id><published>2010-05-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:21:58.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This One Time At Church Camp...</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to say about church camp really I just thought that might get your attention.  I never went to church camp.  I tried one time, but when I told my mom I thought God was probably a fat old man watching us with binoculars, she said I should probably not get to go to camp for the rest of my life.  I was going through a stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a bath last night and it was all nice and relaxing and I had a book I was reading and everything was going perfectly.  Then the door burst open and my daughter ran in and left it wide open while she stripped off her tee ball pants and copped a squat.  And started grunting!  I was mortified.  She was taking a poo while I was trying to enjoy my mommy time.  It really stunk.  It stunk so bad I washed my hair and body in record time and got out of the bathroom before she was even done, and as I tore out of the bathroom with neary a thing on, I smacked right into The Man.  And then I fell backwards and lost my towel.  By then he was laughing so hard I don't think he saw my scramble my naked fat ass across the hallway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning praying that today would go better and the bruise on my butt would get smaller.  Hope y'all have a good day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8735622026445123755?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8735622026445123755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8735622026445123755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8735622026445123755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8735622026445123755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-one-time-at-church-camp.html' title='This One Time At Church Camp...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1711109418667497189</id><published>2010-05-03T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:55:46.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>So, What Have I Been Up Too?</title><content type='html'>Well, after I went to Denver, I didn't do much of anything except work and get ready for Florida. I flew to Orlando on April 3 via Frontier (and an airplane the size of a clown car!) and when I got to Orlando the air was all humid and sucky, but that's all ok. We went to Disney one day and then we drove 2 hours to Clearwater Beach just South of Tampa. Absolutely the greatest time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Disney... We went to the Animal Kingdom for about 4 hours and got to go to Animal Safari thing in Africa. Really cool and had a blast. As for doing anything else there. No, it was too crowded to do anything. After lunch we went to Magic Kingdom. I'm glad the weather wasn't too bad because it was more packed than anything I had ever seen before. If we hadn't gotten to see the Princesses I would have been so mad. We got to ride hardly anything and Kayla was miserable because people kept running her over and knocking her down. I have nothing against anyone, but the foreigners seemed to be the worst. They would knock her down and then stare at her like she was stupid for being in their way. By the time we got home she had a skinned knee and she was so upset it wasn't even funny. I will be taking her back in the off season just to make up for the crappy time she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach! Oh sweet heaven the beach was beautiful! We were in a hotel right on the beach. The waves crashing against the shore was absolutely intoxicating. Kayla had more fun at the BEACH than she did at Disney. How much sense does that make? We swam in the beach side pool all day, because the water is still too cold to enjoy, and then we had massages at night beach side. It was splendid. We will definitely be going back as soon as I get to take time off again. Here are a few photos from our vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jzF-eSRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WXcWilTzKJo/s1600/56464645.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jzF-eSRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WXcWilTzKJo/s320/56464645.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467057464591403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jy3PjDaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tGKE_XGo8Fg/s1600/23431_1423905001423_1346691456_1175703_3140708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jy3PjDaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tGKE_XGo8Fg/s320/23431_1423905001423_1346691456_1175703_3140708_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467057460636487074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jyDzBsXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lgBknwi9U38/s1600/23431_1425359677789_1346691456_1178793_733620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jyDzBsXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lgBknwi9U38/s320/23431_1425359677789_1346691456_1178793_733620_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467057446826652018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1711109418667497189?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1711109418667497189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1711109418667497189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1711109418667497189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1711109418667497189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-have-i-been-up-too.html' title='So, What Have I Been Up Too?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S97jzF-eSRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WXcWilTzKJo/s72-c/56464645.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-481979136607286708</id><published>2010-05-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:44:45.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>I told you all I would let you see my photos from my photo shoot as soon as I got them done and not wanting to disappoint, here they are.  Let me know what you think!  I know I have been gone a while.  Will be back to regular soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S92555hlA3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/R8cBqbM10cw/s1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S92555hlA3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/R8cBqbM10cw/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729927042990962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251qqrx4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ypKOoLs5el8/s1600/94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251qqrx4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ypKOoLs5el8/s320/94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729854335174530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251QcDxcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gaNbHqh8fKQ/s1600/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251QcDxcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gaNbHqh8fKQ/s320/76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729847294510530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251Kmwa0I/AAAAAAAAAME/J0cCHyhtXus/s1600/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9251Kmwa0I/AAAAAAAAAME/J0cCHyhtXus/s320/60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729845728766786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S925017-krI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R5cfQiw4r3Q/s1600/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S925017-krI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R5cfQiw4r3Q/s320/52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729840180630194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9250g-K7zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/anMTWl5FhGE/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S9250g-K7zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/anMTWl5FhGE/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466729834552684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-481979136607286708?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/481979136607286708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=481979136607286708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/481979136607286708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/481979136607286708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-photo-shoot.html' title='My Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S92555hlA3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/R8cBqbM10cw/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1356251086889869244</id><published>2010-04-01T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:45:59.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><title type='text'>April Fools Bitches!</title><content type='html'>I'm loving this day. I have pulled pranks on just about everyone I know and it's only 2:30! Gonna have to start pranking strangers soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank 1: I made a phone call. Crying... &lt;br /&gt;Me: That son of a bitch hit me!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: What?! (groggily)&lt;br /&gt;Me: He hit me and now my back hurts and I can't stop crying and shaking.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Who hit you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Some guy!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: What are you talking about? Someone punched you!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! In my car.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Heather, stop crying and tell me what is going on?! Please!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got hit by a car!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: How could that happen?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cuz it's April 1st that's how!&lt;br /&gt;The Man: What?! Oh wait... You suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank 2: Call to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Good morning daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Tell The Man...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't. He left me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't wanna be a single mother of 2! (Fake crying begins)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Heather, you don't need men. You will be a great mother no matter what happens. Why did he leave you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because it's April 1st!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I don't get why that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ask him!&lt;br /&gt;Stepdad in the background:Honey, it's April Fools Day today. FYI&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh dear. I hate today... Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you the others, but these 2 were by far the bestest. I love today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fools Day my loverlies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1356251086889869244?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1356251086889869244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1356251086889869244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1356251086889869244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1356251086889869244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-bitches.html' title='April Fools Bitches!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1862192181831870457</id><published>2010-03-31T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:33:18.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Back From Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been back for over a week now and I am also fixing to leave again, but I thought it was time I settled in and told you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Aurora, Colorado at 6:30 pm my time, 5:30 pm local yocal time and after the 10 1/2 hour drive, I was ready for a drink.  My stepmom was all too happy to oblige and she made me a margarita while we waited on my dad to get back from the airport, where he had picked up my grandmamma.  We talked and laughed and hugged and tried to catch up.  It didn't go too well, because as you all must know by now, Kayla doesn't like being left out of conversation.  She wanted to talk too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we all piled into the Jeep and headed into Denver.  To the &lt;a href="http://www.dmns.org/"&gt;Denver Museum of Nature and Science&lt;/a&gt; to check out Body Worlds!  It was awesome.  I snapped a couple of quick photos with my phone so I could share with you all.  No need for thanks.  Well, actually you should all kiss my toes because I wasn't "allowed" to do this, but I couldn't NOT show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NpRqeMwBI/AAAAAAAAALU/EhfAxtdAiVQ/s1600/4454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NpRqeMwBI/AAAAAAAAALU/EhfAxtdAiVQ/s320/4454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454819325855449106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NqOaHHBMI/AAAAAAAAALk/GdCH9OH6MRs/s1600/9879879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NqOaHHBMI/AAAAAAAAALk/GdCH9OH6MRs/s320/9879879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820369435657410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NqLEvojHI/AAAAAAAAALc/d012uUxvhfk/s1600/654654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NqLEvojHI/AAAAAAAAALc/d012uUxvhfk/s320/654654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820312160439410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are real people.  Pretty cool right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I will share for today because I don't have the proper time to share the rest, but I will get back tomorrow and give you a couple more days!  See you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1862192181831870457?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1862192181831870457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1862192181831870457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1862192181831870457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1862192181831870457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back From Vacation!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S7NpRqeMwBI/AAAAAAAAALU/EhfAxtdAiVQ/s72-c/4454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8835486998339610950</id><published>2010-03-11T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:23:46.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>OMG I'm Practically Famous</title><content type='html'>I was going to share more from my book today but I got an &lt;a href="http://outofbevshead.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-is-my-lucky-number.html"&gt;award&lt;/a&gt; and we all know awards are way cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bev from &lt;a href="http://outofbevshead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Out of Bev's Head&lt;/a&gt; gave me this little beauty!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S5lmRj0OMBI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xr8K4LMHuFc/s1600-h/kreativ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S5lmRj0OMBI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xr8K4LMHuFc/s320/kreativ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497676139409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rules:List seven interesting things about myself and then pass them along to seven others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one, but since this is my very first award! I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I truly enjoy writing and if I thought I could ever make a living doing it, I would do nothing else. I may be the only one that enjoys my writing or understands it but I do it a lot and in vast quantities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I keep secrets from my family all the time, but they are really stupid secrets like hiding my moms glasses and giggling to myself when she can't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I once put together a 1500 piece puzzle in 8 1/2 hours... I know. I'm weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love animals. All animals. I tried to save an armadillos life when I was 10 because someone ran it over and I cried when it died. I'm not exactly that bad anymore but I still love animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to have another child, and I really wish my boyfriend did too because I love him and I hope he changes his mind. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to think I might be a lesbian, then I had a lesbian experience and decided I definitely couldn't do THAT again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hide money.  Everywhere.  I hide it in my car, under my bed, in cookie jars, old coffee tins.  Everywhere.  When I die, someone is going to find a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pick out 7 people that I think deserve this award.  I have a hard time doing this but here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://diamondcarnivore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tristachio&lt;/a&gt;-  Of course I have to pick her because she is my facebook stalker and that's really hot so I figure this is the least I can do.  She also happens to be really quite hilarious and likes to punch people, things, children in the face.  Metaphorically of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://yo-mamasblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Yvonne&lt;/a&gt;- This woman is hilarious and makes fun of her kid and her kids friend and her husbands sweaty balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://bitchinwivesclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;- I love listening to the stories about this army wife from across the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://dyejobslye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt;- Is one of the cutest women I have ever had the pleasure of reading.  She is just delightfully funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://takemeasiam1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jody&lt;/a&gt;- Another very funny lady who is great!  I love reading up on her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://mistiemaystudios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mistie May&lt;/a&gt;- Is my photographer.  She is absolutely delightful and if you are in this area and want a really great, fun photo shoot check her out.  Be sure and let her know I sent you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All of my followers because you are all great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone and have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8835486998339610950?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8835486998339610950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8835486998339610950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8835486998339610950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8835486998339610950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-im-practically-famous.html' title='OMG I&apos;m Practically Famous'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S5lmRj0OMBI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xr8K4LMHuFc/s72-c/kreativ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5390364575538243344</id><published>2010-03-10T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:48:52.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><title type='text'>I'm Like Santa Yo!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I need to add several things to my list as soon as I can. I'm seriously starting to feel like Santa Claus. I'm making my list and checking it twice. I also just realised that I will be marking several things off in the next couple of weeks. Go skiing? Check! Swim in the ocean? Check! Go camping without modern amenities? Check Check! Teach someone something new??? Check Check Check! I'm teaching my daughter how to paint! Isn't that so cool?!?! She thinks so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting all 50 states may take some time, but the Man and I have decided to hit up Vegas in the next couple of months and then I will be going with him to meet his mother in OHIO by the end of the year and since we will be driving I figure we can swing through the bottom leg of Nebraska! That takes care of those 3 states. I also kind of decided that if the Man and I are still together (which I don't see why we wouldn't be. Things with us are great. Still haven't even had our first fight!) we are going to take ALL of our kids to California next summer. I thought that would be really cool. We could go to Disney LAND and up to Napa Valley and it would be fun I think. Plus! I could check off another state. Tehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have time tomorrow, I am going to post something very special. It is part of the book I am writing. Wanna get a little sneak peak of it now?? Ok, I will give you a sneak peak. Remember it is a work in progress and very rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never quite understood life in the South. People always seem to take their time doing everything, but they also seem to be in a hurry getting from place to place. I think it can be fun to watch people. I often find myself sitting outside a busy shopping center, just watching the crowd. The mothers dragging their children around by their arms, or ignoring them altogether. The teenagers walking from store to store, never taking their eyes off of their cell phones. I don't get why they even come to the mall if they aren't going to look at anything. The children are always so full of energy, bouncing on the tips of their toes, but their parents rarely pay any attention. They have their own things to accomplish. Then you have the old, the broken, and the lonely. The ones that have been left behind and ignored. They come to the mall so that they can be around people, because when they are alone it is more obvious. I guess I am one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never really occurred to me that I might be lonely. I always fill my mind with other thoughts. I recently wrote a complete paper on racism and ignorance. That was the proudest moment of my life, handing that in to my professor. I could see the fire in his eyes when he handed that back to me and had no choice but to give me an A. I had spent hours making sure it was perfect, that there was nothing he could find that could be wrong with it. I don't really have a care one way or the other about racism. His reaction was what I was looking for. I could almost see the look on his face when he read my opening line. "People who are racist do not have a choice in the matter, for they have not been given the freedom of thought." I think he secretly wishes I would jump off the university libraries roof. We will see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5390364575538243344?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5390364575538243344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5390364575538243344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5390364575538243344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5390364575538243344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-like-santa-yo.html' title='I&apos;m Like Santa Yo!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-6377373306236132426</id><published>2010-03-09T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:56:31.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I have been working on this list of things I want to do before I die and I have to say, it is kind of hard to come up with things. So, I will just call it a work in progress and let you all know when I cross something off or add something. I will post it in my sidebar and you can check up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather's Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;__ Go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;__ Go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;__ Go to France&lt;br /&gt;__ Own a home clear and free&lt;br /&gt;__ Travel to all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;__ Fly over a volcano&lt;br /&gt;__ Bungee Jump&lt;br /&gt;__ Write a book (doesn't have to get published)&lt;br /&gt;__ Go skiing&lt;br /&gt;__ Swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;__ Go to Ireland&lt;br /&gt;__ Go on a cruise &lt;br /&gt;__ Retire before I am 50&lt;br /&gt;__ See all of the wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;__ Take a long train ride&lt;br /&gt;__ Achieve goal weight&lt;br /&gt;__ Volunteer for Habitat for Humanity&lt;br /&gt;__ Volunteer at a Soup Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;__ Go camping without modern amenities&lt;br /&gt;__ Go to the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;__ Watch Japanese Cherry Blossoms IN JAPAN!&lt;br /&gt;__ Sleep in a castle&lt;br /&gt;__ Teach someone something new&lt;br /&gt;__ Do all of these things with the people I love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-6377373306236132426?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6377373306236132426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=6377373306236132426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6377373306236132426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/6377373306236132426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5898352179144867015</id><published>2010-03-05T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:32:56.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Gee Sorry.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I haven't been in blog land as of late. I am trying to get ready to go on my vacations and I haven't been good to my bloggy buddies. So, here is what is going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new battery for my car before I head to Denver because it is testing low and I don't want to get a dead battery in a snow storm or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my tags for my car today and had an oil change and tire alignment done yesterday. They also changed my windshield wiper blades and checked my brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a portable dvd player and a conversion kit for my car so that Kayla can watch a movie and I can listen to a book on tape with my iPhone. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out which route I plan on taking next Saturday so that I can get a trip forecast and make sure I won't be running into the aforementioned snowstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed all of my homework for the next two months and now just have to wait until May so that I can take my finals. WOOT! This means no homework on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a phone call a day from my dad about the trip to Denver. He can't wait! He misses us! What do we want for dinner?! How about breakfast?! I love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom informed me that she is coming home the weekend I am leaving and then she is leaving the weekend I am coming home. Poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super excited but also really wish that I could hire someone to get everything I need to get done done before I leave. I really don't want to be exhausted my whole trip because I took two weeks getting ready for it and then when I leave to go to Orlando two weeks later I really hope it goes much more smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5898352179144867015?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5898352179144867015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5898352179144867015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5898352179144867015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5898352179144867015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/gee-sorry.html' title='Gee Sorry.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7231569775596693281</id><published>2010-02-23T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:10:59.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Trivia</title><content type='html'>I have a fun little questionnaire that I found online. It's like a question asking process you would ask your friends if you "dated" them to find them. Do you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been fired? Yes, it was totally bogus&lt;br /&gt;What is something you regret? Staying with my daughters father hoping he would change.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go over the speed limit? every time I drive&lt;br /&gt;Were you considered popular in high school? Why or why not? I was kinda middle range. I had a lot of friends but I wasn't that snob that everyone loved but then secretly hated.&lt;br /&gt;When, if ever, do you think it is okay to tell a lie? When the lie is told to protect someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;How old are you in your dreams? The same age I am in reality most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance like crazy, when no one is looking? I dance like crazy when people ARE looking. I have no shame.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to sing in the shower? Yes and in the car and in the kitchen and at work. I sing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;What did you get in trouble for, when you were a kid? Talking too much...&lt;br /&gt;What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you? I fell in mud wearing white pants the first day of my freshman year in high school at a new school.&lt;br /&gt;If you have to choose a movie title for your life story, what would that be? Revenge Revisited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I answered them and I want you all to too. You can do a blog post about them or you can answer a few in comments or get a little spicy with it and email me your answers. Whichever you choose is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hselby0487@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7231569775596693281?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7231569775596693281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7231569775596693281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7231569775596693281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7231569775596693281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-trivia.html' title='Tuesday Trivia'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7280584800373437018</id><published>2010-02-22T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:49:06.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>You Know You Are Sexy</title><content type='html'>I decided to go to an actual photo shoot. I am going to be doing a boudoir photo shoot with this awesome photographer that I found on facebook. She blogs too. Her name is &lt;a href="http://mistiemaystudios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mistie May&lt;/a&gt; and she is great! I can't wait and as soon as I get them back I will share them with you all. If you live in this area, or plan on coming any time soon, check out her blog and her site. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7280584800373437018?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7280584800373437018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7280584800373437018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7280584800373437018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7280584800373437018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-are-sexy.html' title='You Know You Are Sexy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5280216316146382344</id><published>2010-02-19T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:54:04.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Things I Want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear So and So'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW and Dear So and So</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do a whole week of blogging in one post so please bear with me. I've been so uber busy it's kind of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. I had the most beautiful Valentine's Day ever. The Man told me he loved me for the very first time, and it meant the world to me. I think it meant so much more to me because he waited. It was like building suspense and he was waiting for the perfect time to say it and then once he said it the first time he pulled me into his arms and said it over and over and over again. I started crying. Of course I did! It was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very slow day and work was horrible. Tuesday, much the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Wordless Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S368AJQJGBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-dwHGyOuAjc/s1600-h/65465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S368AJQJGBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-dwHGyOuAjc/s400/65465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439992110579783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to truly enjoy the beauty of storms. I just can't wait to start spring storm season. I even bought a new camera just for the occasion. Still nothing special, but I hope it will get better photographs than my iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Things I Want/Need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new suitcase. I leave on vacation in less 3 weeks and I don't have s good suitcase. I should probably go and buy one, but that costs money and I'm trying to save so that I can afford to eat while on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new coat. I thought I could go the rest of the winter without buying a new one, but winter seems to be dragging his feet and it may be time to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to move. I want my own home. I don't care if I have to rent or if I own it, I want to live in something that is mine. At least in some way. In no way am I unappreciative of the home that has been lent to me, but I always feel like I am overstaying my welcome and it is weird having the man come visit me in a home that is not mine. Especially when the owners come home for a weekend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Friday's Dear So and So. If you are interested in doing this, please visit the wonderful and lovely &lt;a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; and link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The Man, &lt;br /&gt;Honey I love you too, but the next time you eat the last cookie without even asking me if I want a bite and using "But I thought you were on a diet" as your excuse, I might cut off your favorite appendage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tooth Havin Lady&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daughter, &lt;br /&gt;Oh child of mine, please please please stop leaving half empty milk containers in my car. I find them weeks later rolled under MY seat after I notice the stench. I'm fixing to ban drinks in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Have Been Warned, Mom&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boss,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not capable of working more than 8 hours at a time without some sort of food break. I know I am a voluptuous lady and could theoretically live off of my fat for a week or more, but that doesn't mean I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me A Break, Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back next week my loverlies! Until then, try not to eat too many candies. I hear they rot your teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5280216316146382344?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5280216316146382344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5280216316146382344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5280216316146382344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5280216316146382344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/ww-and-dear-so-and-so.html' title='WW and Dear So and So'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S368AJQJGBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-dwHGyOuAjc/s72-c/65465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7687921741305664908</id><published>2010-02-12T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:43:15.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear So and So'/><title type='text'>Dear So and So... Mixing It Up</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do things a tad bit different today and instead of writing small notes to several people, I am going to write two long notes to two very special people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, sweat child, you make everyday so very special. I wake up in the morning and smile ever so brightly when I see your face, lit with joy and ready to start the day. No matter the weather, no matter the season, you are always smiling. Even when you are so mad you could cry, I can still see the smile in those beautiful, brown eyes. I could never explain the love I have for you to anyone. It is undefinable. So, I plan to just keep showing it and hope that someday you can truly grasp the enormity of my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to take this time to tell you how smart you are. I haven't had the pleasure of knowing very many five year olds in my lifetime, but I do know that to me you are the smartest one in the world. You knew your ABCs shortly after you learned to talk, you could spell your name before you started pre-K and you could write your name only 1 month later. Yes, dear I am bragging about you, because I am proud of you. I will always be proud of you. I hope that you never feel like you have to prove yourself to anyone. As long as you are happy, don't let anyone make you feel like you should be doing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having the greatest time ever, you and I. Trips to the lake just so we can lie in the bed of your pickup and watch the stars. Going out to your dads to play poker and you guys totally taking advantage of my rudimentary card playing skills. I got you all back though didn't I. As Kathy would say, "If you don't know shit, google it." Well, I did. I think you all were surprised when I came back the second night and took my money back and haven't stopped winning since. Remember the night it got really cold, but we didn't want to let each other go so we cuddled up under that blanket in the back of your pickup? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more recently things have gotten much deeper. You told me recently that you didn't ever want to let me go. You told me that you cared deeply for me and that after your 2 divorces you never again thought you could have feelings like that. You told me that I have fixed you and that for the first time you have been able to see just how beautiful I truly am. As a person, a mother, and a lover. I still have my reservations. I can't help it. I am trying to get over them, but past experience has shown me that as soon as I let my walls down, you will hurt me. Please don't give up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS That bath last night. Amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7687921741305664908?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7687921741305664908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7687921741305664908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7687921741305664908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7687921741305664908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-so-and-so-mixing-it-up.html' title='Dear So and So... Mixing It Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-1255936927759204761</id><published>2010-02-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:03:59.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI'/><title type='text'>TMI Thursdays</title><content type='html'>I've got a great one for you all today. My friend emailed me and in the subject it said one word. I thought, "Hmm this could be interesting." so I opened the email and it said micropenis. With a picture. My jaw dropped to my desk. I will never be the same again. It was disturbing to me. Then I forwarded the email to all of my friends. MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go google it. You know you want to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-1255936927759204761?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1255936927759204761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=1255936927759204761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1255936927759204761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/1255936927759204761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/tmi-thursdays.html' title='TMI Thursdays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5233725013606051274</id><published>2010-02-10T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:41:07.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3LhX32ijOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/g5bSVrtL49Q/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3LhX32ijOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/g5bSVrtL49Q/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436655500435557602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature dawns anew. No amount of foul weather can keep the sun from shining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5233725013606051274?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5233725013606051274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5233725013606051274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5233725013606051274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5233725013606051274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3LhX32ijOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/g5bSVrtL49Q/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7633580045262493681</id><published>2010-02-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:19:54.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things.  They Are A Changin'.</title><content type='html'>So, Sunday I got my hair trimmed and highlighted. It's the first time I have had my hair colored since my Junior Prom. I was so nervous I almost wet myself. My hairstylist was really cute. Too bad he was probably also gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3GWv7EkEwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nvrPLdT6Kso/s1600-h/654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3GWv7EkEwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nvrPLdT6Kso/s320/654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291975267750658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3GWvmaWZZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5rD9E_qjJAY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3GWvmaWZZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5rD9E_qjJAY/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291969721984402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very subtle and natural looking right? I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also witnessed my best friend having a baby! I have never seen the actual act of birth. I have given birth and seen it on television, you know those classes they make you attend before you have a baby so they can make you cry for the rest of your final trimester? Ya, I have been to one of those, but I had never actually seen it in person happen. I was flubberdusted. I didn't know what to say. It was really kinda neat, but also kinda nasty. I hate to think my wooha ever did that. So, instead I just pretend my daughter didn't have a head or shoulders when she was born, but rather they were attached after the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't snow yesterday, thank bejesus, because I was really starting to think that Oklahoma may have switched places with, oh I don't know CHICAGO maybe?! I'm really tired of the cold weather. I need spring to get here because at least in the spring time when it precipitates it comes in the form of raindrops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think of that song. "Raindrops keep falling on my head..." I used to sing that song every time it rained. I can't wait for spring also because spring means vacation and vacation means DISNEY! Yep, I'm going to Disney Orlando because I'm pretty much the coolest person you know. I'm also running out of important things to say so I will stop talking for now. I can't wait till tomorrow. I have the greatest wordless picture EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7633580045262493681?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7633580045262493681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7633580045262493681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7633580045262493681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7633580045262493681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-they-are-changin.html' title='Things.  They Are A Changin&apos;.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S3GWv7EkEwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nvrPLdT6Kso/s72-c/654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-283808375074834969</id><published>2010-02-05T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:38:26.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear So and So'/><title type='text'>Dear So and So... Tooting and Other Great Fun</title><content type='html'>Dear Kayla(the kid), &lt;br /&gt;It's not okay to toot on the Man's leg just cuz he makes you mad.  I was seriously afraid that he was going to laugh himself into a coma.  Don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried, Mom&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Man,&lt;br /&gt;Really?  You had to tell Kayla her feet smell like rotten sausage?  She is weird about smells and you know that.  Also, I totally didn't mean to tell the entire house that your choo choo train boxers were still wet.  I really just meant to say your boxers and restart the dryer, the choo choo train part slipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry, Love Muffin&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mirror,&lt;br /&gt;The next time you show me myself and my rear end looks bigger than the day before, I'm totally gonna break your face.  Just saying, my butt can't POSSIBLY grow THAT much in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Booty Cutie&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I will totally come down to your place and kick your husband, soon to be EX husband's old, white, wrinkly ass!  I will do whatever you want me to because I just want to see that beautiful smile again.  Please come home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Her Mom, Your Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna participate in Dear So and So, head on over to &lt;a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat's&lt;/a&gt; place and leave a link!  It's really fun I promise, and a great way to link to good people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-283808375074834969?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/283808375074834969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=283808375074834969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/283808375074834969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/283808375074834969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-so-and-so-tooting-and-other-great.html' title='Dear So and So... Tooting and Other Great Fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5310330925629877047</id><published>2010-02-03T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:54:33.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.  Not!</title><content type='html'>I've been showing pictures all week so I don't wanna be wordless today. I'm gonna copy the &lt;a href="http://yo-mamasblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-crazy-cat-lady-blogger.html"&gt;"Crazy Cat Lady Blogger"&lt;/a&gt; the great &lt;a href="http://yo-mamasblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Yvonne&lt;/a&gt; and tell you things about myself I probably should keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a tendency to stare off into space a lot, but instead of staring off into space I actually tend to stare directly at someones face and after about 3 minutes they start getting really uncomfortable and twitch around in their seats. I don't notice this though because I'm not actually intending on staring at them, they just happen to be in the way of my line of sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sing, quite horribly, all the time. At work, at home, in the car, in a restaurant, in the movies. I sing along to anything! I don't even have to know the words, I make them up as I go along. I'm singing right now. I'm a multi-tasking singer. The Man hates this because he is a rather quiet individual and I am exactly opposite of quiet. This never tends to be a problem unless he wants "quiet" time. Then I get the eye and have to remind myself to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I, like Miss Yvonne, talk to myself. I have complete conversations, even arguments, with myself. The Man finds this interesting and will get eerily quiet listening to me and then he will just bust out laughing. It usually catches me off guard and startles me when he does this, and then I look at him like HE'S the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I always dump my leftovers from dinner into the smallest pan on the stove from cooking that night and then I set it out on the back porch. On Sunday, I will go outside to feed the dog and collect 6 pans from the week so that I can cook again that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will sometimes find my daughters barbies in the bathtub, and instead of yelling at her to come get her shit out of the bath, I play with them. I do this a lot and once the Man caught me playing Super Power barbie with the bubble bath and he took pictures and has decided to use them as black mail. I'm not worried about this though because I will get hold of that phone soon enough while he is doing something else and erase them. Or I will accidentally wash his phone in the dishwasher. Whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't make me normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5310330925629877047?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5310330925629877047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5310330925629877047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5310330925629877047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5310330925629877047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday-not.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.  Not!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-2482831753687514167</id><published>2010-02-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:41:33.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Storm 2010'/><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>The caveman days continue. Parts of my area are still without power, and will be without for possibly another week or more! I'm so glad I have electricity. The Man doesn't. He has been mooching off of mine. I think I should make him pay me for using my water, eating my food, and watching my television. I'm sure I can think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hBFTo2MXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Xep-FzQ4_8M/s1600-h/101_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hBFTo2MXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Xep-FzQ4_8M/s200/101_1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433664509849252210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be cold, but it is also very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hBFBHaULI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GNlVb5givG4/s1600-h/101_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hBFBHaULI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GNlVb5givG4/s200/101_1924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433664504877174962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_-HN7hyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I7iiJobMNwQ/s1600-h/101_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_-HN7hyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I7iiJobMNwQ/s200/101_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433663286744418082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines are down everywhere. And I'm not talking about the small ones. HUGE transmission lines are snapped like baby carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9VO9MRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U-7WrdO3qNE/s1600-h/100_5599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9VO9MRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U-7WrdO3qNE/s200/100_5599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433663273326948626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9AAOt5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/NxYoEHruXR8/s1600-h/100_5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9AAOt5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/NxYoEHruXR8/s200/100_5609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433663267628038034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Even the metal transmission lines are bent completely over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCqSQdryI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c7Ke8Ow2vUE/s1600-h/Altus_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCqSQdryI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c7Ke8Ow2vUE/s200/Altus_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433666244645334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_947FjaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MvJfjWh5vWY/s1600-h/101_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_947FjaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MvJfjWh5vWY/s200/101_1923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433663282907286946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fences look like glass. It's pretty but destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCq0msocI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4AsICNzj4Bg/s1600-h/Jana_Lemley_05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCq0msocI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4AsICNzj4Bg/s200/Jana_Lemley_05.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433666253865394626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCqfc9OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sCnENWpcsYI/s1600-h/Charlene_Hall_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hCqfc9OdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sCnENWpcsYI/s200/Charlene_Hall_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433666248187394514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9sPDaMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWEcNXHQbLc/s1600-h/100_5660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2g_9sPDaMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iWEcNXHQbLc/s200/100_5660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433663279501371586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are crying. Huge pine trees stripped of their limbs, oak trees that are 2 foot in diameter split in two. Tons of damage. This is worse than the damage tornadoes do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing much better than we are here in Southwest Oklahoma, but don't worry about us. We are survivors. In the midst of all of this, a little girl has been kidnapped and the police are looking everywhere for her. Please google search Aja Johnson missing and just look at her. If you see her, call the police. I would want people to look for my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-2482831753687514167?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2482831753687514167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=2482831753687514167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2482831753687514167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/2482831753687514167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2hBFTo2MXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Xep-FzQ4_8M/s72-c/101_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-8474188938262893776</id><published>2010-02-01T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:25:47.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Storm 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Extra!  Extra!  Boy Have I Got A Story For You!</title><content type='html'>Did you hear? Well, maybe you haven't already heard because for whatever reason you have been sleeping under a rock for the past several days, BUT we had a major ice storm in my neck of the woods Thursday into Friday last week. Over 2 inches! of ice fell on my world and guess what! I took pictures! Well, of course I did. What kind of blogger would I be if I didn't? The not very good kind of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first I will show pictures and then I will tell the story. That way if you really don't wanna hear the story, you can skip it and just leave comments on how cool the ice looks. Yea, it looks pretty pimptastic, but it was definitely not very cool when I was without electricity. Just a little sneak peak of what the story will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cazaXfYYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5hZMveae3wQ/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cazaXfYYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5hZMveae3wQ/s200/123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433340945999290754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cbCXbdzYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MFhLXhHFaq8/s1600-h/789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cbCXbdzYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MFhLXhHFaq8/s200/789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433341202908695938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My REAL icicle lights and my television antenna with significant icing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cb1jqX-mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pQUrpy7eruU/s1600-h/987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cb1jqX-mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pQUrpy7eruU/s200/987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433342082365782626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cb8AYDGaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gNMNb4VY0XQ/s1600-h/6546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cb8AYDGaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gNMNb4VY0XQ/s200/6546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433342193152760226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor trees. They just can't handle that much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccgGPYjEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8rqHc1uwH6U/s1600-h/65423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccgGPYjEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8rqHc1uwH6U/s200/65423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433342813202320450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccashmbnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l5PhIfQvoVw/s1600-h/54621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccashmbnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/l5PhIfQvoVw/s200/54621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433342720400060018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all come tumbling down, to the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cc2DHeijI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Re1H0EbkP_4/s1600-h/654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cc2DHeijI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Re1H0EbkP_4/s200/654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433343190320974386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccyorfRCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LiR-yNJiQ44/s1600-h/8795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2ccyorfRCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LiR-yNJiQ44/s200/8795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433343131684652066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone could lend me a really big band aid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story. Are you ready? On Wednesday night, it began to rain. No big deal you see because here in Oklahoma we are used to rain. Lots of rain. We see it all the time. Thursday morning it was still raining, but it was starting to get cold. Really, really cold. Said rain began to turn to ice and started to stick to EVERYthing. Trees? Check. Power lines? Check. Roads and buildings? Check and check. People started to freak out! Wal-mart was a madhouse. You would have thought the end of the world was upon us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man(will be referred to as Boy in conversations) drove me to work that morning, all the while making fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: "You know it's just rain don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You do know it's getting colder outside instead of warmer don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Hun, it would have to get down to 27 before the roads start to ice"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm not worried about the roads, I'm worried about trees falling on my head."&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Hmm...I love it when you get all vulnerable actin'"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We will see who is right. I want donuts when I'm right. Did you move that firewood onto the back porch for me?"&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Yea, waste of time if ever there was one."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yep, okay mister know-it-all. Shut up and drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, the rain turned to ice. Woops! Who's right? I AM! It kept freezing raining for HOURS! Another conversation soon occurred.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, maybe we should leave early?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Nah, we will be fine, it isn't sticking to anything. Just a little slush."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's getting colder douche!"&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Y'all be nice to each other."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He's gonna get me killed because he HAS to be right."&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Lovers spat?"&lt;br /&gt;Me and The Man: "NO!" Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;Boss: laughing uncontrollably "Boy, take her home before she strokes out."&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, NOAA comes on the radio "Lines are beginning to freeze over, accumulation predictions have changed from 1/4" to upwards of 1" within the next hour. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I FREAKING TOLD YOU SO! I wanna go home." starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Wait a little bit I just got a call, I may need you to head to a site Boy."&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Y'all are stupid."&lt;br /&gt;I went and sat in my office pouting for another HOUR! By 3:00 PM, 1" of ice had accumulated on the power line outside my office window. Again, I emerged from my office intent upon leaving. As soon as I walked out of my office door the man grabbed me by my arm and yanked me back into said office pulling the door shut behind him. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: "We are leaving now. Get your stuff together and lets go."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? I mean, yea I was just gonna say the same thing to you."&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Meet me out in the truck in 5 minutes. I mean it Heather, get ready fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I grabbed my shit and hauled my hefty ass out to the truck because I didn't wanna get left behind with ice falling from the sky. So, I climbed up into the cab and sat patiently waiting. For about 5 seconds. Then I started honking. What? I'm not very patient. He got out there and climbed in after me.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "We need to be out of Lawton in 30 minutes. We have to stop by the Emergency Command Center first. The antennas are falling off of the tower so I need to set them up with an indoor real quick. Did you order the pizza cuz dad just called and you have no power in Sterling right now."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Slow down! and yes I ordered the pizza an hour ago. It's probably cold. Why do we need to be out of Lawton in 30 minutes? Boy, stop with the faces you are scarring me!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Go inside and get them. We can heat them on the grill."&lt;br /&gt;So I scurried out of the truck and ran to get my pizza. Upon entering the truck I was told... "Well, I don't think we are gonna make that 30 minute deadline and babe they just started closing roads. This is gonna get a little sticky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in complete silence. Didn't say another word. We stopped at the EmComm Center and then headed out towards the Interstate. I prayed the whole way that they didn't close it down. We made it onto the highway and headed towards Fletcher. No, not towards home, towards Fletcher! &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where are we going?!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Gotta get to the Fletcher tower. Power is down and the generator didn't start up. Emergency systems are down until I get the generator back up."&lt;br /&gt;I returned to silence. About 15 minutes later we hear a splatter on the radio. My boss comes on. &lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Holy Hell Boy!!"&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Yea? What's going on?!"&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Goodyear tower just fell. Do you copy? Goodyear South is on the ground. Don't know the status of North tower yet."&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can you please stop freaking out?"&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "Did you not hear him?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, I did." &lt;br /&gt;The Man: "I need to think."&lt;br /&gt;I took that as meaning shut up Heather, so I did. We got out to Fletcher and after an hour of breaking ice, we got the doors open and started up the generator. When we got back in the truck, the boss was on the radio squeaking again. I thought he was having a stroke on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "North is on the ground too! North and South towers both on the ground. Boy do you copy?"&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "I copy, North and South towers both on the ground. Can we get the transmitters off of North and get them back up?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Negative. Get ready for a shit storm, over."&lt;br /&gt;The Man: "10-4"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That can't be good. How long do you think my power will be out oh wise one?"&lt;br /&gt;You see, by this time I was pretty mad because he didn't believe me that the weather was going to get bad. The weathermens are stupid said he. They never predict winter weather says he. Well, he was wrong. I made him sleep in his cold apartment that night while I snuggled up warm and cozy in front of my fireplace. The electricity was out all day Friday and all day Saturday. We got it back for a short time Sunday morning and then it came back up Sunday at 7 PM and hasn't gone out since. There are parts of SW Oklahoma that are still without power today, and will remain as such for several days to come. This is the worst ice storm our state has seen in decades. Damages estimated into the millions of dollars. On top of the Christmas Eve storm, our state is in a financial crisis just on storm repairs. There is no band aid big enough to help heal this mess for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all abreast(tehe I said breast) of the situation as it unfolds, but it's looking pretty bad. If you want to see more pictures, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.wx5law.com/?page=photos"&gt;LIRA&lt;/a&gt; page. They have tons of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Did you like my use of the word Boy as the Man's name?  I think it is a very fitting name after his inaction last week.  It's a good thing he gives off body heat or I think I wouldn't have let him come over and enjoy my fireplace and grill warmed pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-8474188938262893776?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8474188938262893776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=8474188938262893776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8474188938262893776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/8474188938262893776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/extra-extra-boy-have-i-got-story-for.html' title='Extra!  Extra!  Boy Have I Got A Story For You!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2cazaXfYYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5hZMveae3wQ/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-5293762514585838277</id><published>2010-01-27T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:17:23.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2CfKvD6I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1AmMvSXvs4/s1600-h/12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2CfKvD6I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1AmMvSXvs4/s400/12345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516157389185938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-5293762514585838277?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5293762514585838277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=5293762514585838277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5293762514585838277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/5293762514585838277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S2CfKvD6I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/y1AmMvSXvs4/s72-c/12345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4146432153309041057</id><published>2010-01-25T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:36:44.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ham Radios'/><title type='text'>Tune In Tokyo!  Poetry.</title><content type='html'>It's Monday. I hate Monday more than I hate eating brussel sprouts. I got my call sign Friday! WOOT! Fridays are good days always. It is KF5EOZ. That is me and I am that. And to answer the questions floating around *cough cough* Miss Yvonne, I am a storm chaser. I love storms in any form. I love the sky period. I find myself staring at the sky all the time, enjoying the clouds and the beautiful colors. I got into chasing when I met my boyfriend. He is gung ho storm chaser man. Has been doing it for years and I figured, what better way to learn that to learn with someone you can trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be one helluvah team this season, and I can't WAIT! There is no telling what we will see, but you can be sure that I will show you too! I will be buying a new video camera in a couple of weeks just for said purpose. I love you guys that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to share a poem I recently wrote with you all, but first the story behind it. My man will not say those three little words to me that I so desperately want to hear. I want him to say out loud what I feel so strongly inside, but he won't. I know he has walls, so do I. That inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-purposed Walls (working on this title)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Darling, please take this brick. It is the lightest one.&lt;br /&gt;It resembles the feelings we keep running from.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, please take this brick. It's too heavy for me.&lt;br /&gt;If we just let things go it will set us free.&lt;br /&gt;My love, please take this brick and toss it aside.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you are too intense to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take these bricks and hold my hand, &lt;br /&gt;We will walk together across this land.&lt;br /&gt;And at some point along the way,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we will find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we can put our bricks down, &lt;br /&gt;And build us a home on solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I knew we could use these bricks someday, &lt;br /&gt;We both just needed to find our way.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4146432153309041057?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4146432153309041057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4146432153309041057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4146432153309041057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4146432153309041057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/tune-in-tokyo-poetry.html' title='Tune In Tokyo!  Poetry.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-3391333601161605174</id><published>2010-01-21T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:08:35.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Things I Want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ham Radios'/><title type='text'>Storm Season Warm Up. Thursday Things. Maybe Next Time.</title><content type='html'>So, we had some thunderstorms in my neck of the woods last night. Nothing too serious, but we did get to practice our Emergency Preparedness drills. It was fun and I met some new people. We worked out some kinks in our system, and we are all set for the real deal. I'm really glad I got into this stuff. Now if I could only talk the Man into chasing this season in my car instead of his gas guzzler. I'm getting nowhere with that though. He says my "pinto" won't keep us safe. In my defense, I don't really drive a pinto, but it is a car. For whatever reason, my argument about it being lower to the ground thus making it less likely to be blown off the road isn't very convincing. Oh well, I don't really care what we drive as long as I get to pick the cells we chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Things I Want/Need:&lt;br /&gt;I really NEED something to kick my weight loss into high gear. I've stalled out. I bought some diet pills and am thinking they may help, but they make me kind of hyper. If you know me, you know I don't need any help in this department. The Man might kill me if I don't figure something else out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some new shoes. Mine are getting kinda old and ratty. Maybe for my birthday I can talk the Man into going shoe shopping. My bet is I would be better off talking him into buying a monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a conversation we had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, you know I could use one of those. (Talking about a kitchen gadget on tv)&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Yea, probably you could.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you get it for me?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: No, probably I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (whiny voice) Whhhyyy?&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Because I don't wanna watch you throw it at the wall like you did the new tv remote you HAD to have.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't THROW it at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: (looking at me like I'm crazy) You didn't??&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I tossed it at Fred and he missed.&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Who is Fred?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My imaginary friend, Fred. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man: That doesn't make since babe.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes it does. &lt;br /&gt;The Man: (to himself) Why do I even try anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What was that??&lt;br /&gt;The Man: Look, Dog the Bounty Hunter is back on. Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm crazy, but for some reason he still comes over and sometimes he even stays the night. I think he loves me he's just chicken shit and won't say it. That's ok. I can wait. I'm like a master at the waiting game. I bet I even win this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-3391333601161605174?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3391333601161605174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=3391333601161605174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3391333601161605174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/3391333601161605174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/storm-season-warm-up-thursday-things.html' title='Storm Season Warm Up. Thursday Things. Maybe Next Time.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-7624266948021835337</id><published>2010-01-18T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:50:56.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Vacation Worries.</title><content type='html'>I will be going on vacation in April to Disney with my daughter and my mother and my sister. I want to make it fun and stress free because I have been saving up for this for quite some time. I don't want any problems that take forever to handle. I just want a nice, worry free week. I have NEVER been on a trip before that I myself planned. So, I thought I would ask all of you for advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should I book? I found flights from OKC to MOC(Orlando) for $150 round trip. I think that is a great deal, but is there a possibility I may find them cheaper somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about hotels? I may have to stay in a hotel a couple of nights, but I don't know if I should wait until I get there and try to book at the desk or should I book in advance. Will I save if I book in advance? I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental car? Should I rely on the shuttle services, or should I shell out $40 a day for a car so that I have free range?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food? Where should we eat? Eat before the park? Or eat at the park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enough of that crap. I should probably not be stressing myself so early on, but I figure a little stress now and no stress later is better than no stress now and a lot later. Any help would be so greatly appreciated. Thanks guys! and gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-7624266948021835337?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7624266948021835337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=7624266948021835337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7624266948021835337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/7624266948021835337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/vacation-worries.html' title='Vacation Worries.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4963605493627502919</id><published>2010-01-16T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:52:17.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Saturday Post? White Girl Say What?!</title><content type='html'>Yea that's right. I'm white. Hahaha no just kidding I'm actually more pinkish in color. But seriously this isn't a post about color, it's a post about coloring. Which I have done. Because the man left me alone so what else would I do? I don't know, you tell me! Wanna see my coloring picture? I thought so. Well... I'll have to get back to you on that cuz blogger is gay and won't let me post it from my iPhone. Actually I think it's my iPhones fault because it posts messages and pictures separately and I guess blogger just don't roll like that yo. Well, I'll post the picture in a minute cuz I'm crazy like that and so what I know I should have waited to post this till I could post the picture too but I live by my own rules so there! Did I tell you I love you yet? Well, that's probably because I have commitment issues but I promise I'm working on them. Now go! Enjoy your Saturday. I'm going to find some Cheetos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1J60hnjHyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rC-y5iv8ZFM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1J60hnjHyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rC-y5iv8ZFM/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427535543730904866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. Cheetos. I really don't have any excuses.  I might be special ed in the head. *hangs head in shame*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9213697679322857631-4963605493627502919?l=heatherstruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4963605493627502919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9213697679322857631&amp;postID=4963605493627502919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4963605493627502919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9213697679322857631/posts/default/4963605493627502919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherstruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-post-white-girl-say-what.html' title='Saturday Post? White Girl Say What?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09551359816940747295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/TBKSndoxzNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TKq0jwBdVmo/S220/lkdjfalsd.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1J60hnjHyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rC-y5iv8ZFM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9213697679322857631.post-4166017248937610604</id><published>2010-01-15T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:24:00.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear So and So'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ham Radios'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me YL. TGIF.  Dear So and So.</title><content type='html'>I took my amateur radio license test yesterday. I passed. My call sign will be KF5??? Yea, I don't really know what it will be yet because I have to wait for the FCC to give it to me and we all know the government is pretty slow, BUT I DID pass which means there is a new YL(young lady) out there in ham land so BOOYAH! Who said women don't like radio? Not me because I would never be that silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1C-DM432ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7ENb0sLJGaU/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1C-DM432ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7ENb0sLJGaU/s320/asd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427046513190099346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1C-GMPkpwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MZ0xNcs3P84/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZdyn6Mzn1A/S1C-GMPkpwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MZ0xNcs3P84/s320/asdf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427046564556482306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hells bells friendlies! Isn't that hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today is Friday because that means Dear So and So!!! Aren't you all excited?! Well, you can be unexcited, but I had tea for lunch and that means I get to be hyper all day. The man is NOT excited about this. Anywhooo, if you would like to participate in Dear So and So head on over to &lt;a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat's&lt;/a&gt; place where she makes everyday and good day and snow days are even better!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom, &lt;br /&gt;How come I never get a phone call from you asking how I am doing? Why do your phone calls always come with strings attached. I haven't heard from you in two weeks but I bet you call me this weekend to tell me to help my brother pay his rent even though he is married with NO children. That means 2! incomes and no little tiny mouths to feed. Yo! What's up wit dat!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, Daughter&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Creepy Guy, &lt;br /&gt;I saw you put your hand on that boys shoulder and massage it slightly. I have my eyes on you, ya creep-O. I even told the other adults to watch you because too much of a good thing is just weird, and your desire to be kind to kids at all times is just too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Both Eyes, Heather&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Trash Man,&lt;br /&gt;Really?! I left ONE bag out of the trash can and you couldn't pick it up because it wasn't in the bucket. I realise that your job is much harder than mine and you don't want to deal with crap, but the bag was full of wrapping paper! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy, Heather&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear The Man,&lt;br /&gt;Stop flicking me in the back of the head when I am sitting in front of you and you want to get my attention. I'm serious. Do it again and I will punch you in the back of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always, Babe&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kiddo,&lt;br /&gt;I love you the most! Never change you peach faced cherub bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH MUAH MUAH, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so head on over to Kat's and leave your link! 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