<?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-1523701421382962236</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:38:32.799-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Dazed &amp; Often Confused</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3356949774606988811</id><published>2011-06-23T09:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:20:30.524-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace The Camera</title><content type='html'>I haven't&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2011/06/embrace-camera-june-23rd.html"&gt;embraced the camera&lt;/a&gt; in a while, but here we go. This is me &amp;amp; Miss Hayley at her 4th grade graduation a few weeks ago. On that note, I can't believe my little girl will be in the 5th grade. This means only one year until 6th grade...yes that is middle school...and yes, I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_Rh-8YSE9Y/TgOd4oqHjzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BmS6uJtQtFc/s1600/courtney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_Rh-8YSE9Y/TgOd4oqHjzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BmS6uJtQtFc/s320/courtney.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3356949774606988811?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3356949774606988811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/embrace-camera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3356949774606988811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3356949774606988811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/embrace-camera.html' title='Embrace The Camera'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_Rh-8YSE9Y/TgOd4oqHjzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BmS6uJtQtFc/s72-c/courtney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7883607826628391279</id><published>2011-06-22T03:46:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:46:26.271-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Call Bullshit</title><content type='html'>This is good. This is really good. Here is an email from a 53-year old&amp;nbsp;loser from Chattanooga, Tennessee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hi...i really like your pic and you look great..i'd love to see if you'd like to visit chattanooga one fri/sat or sat/sun..i live on a beautiful golf course on the ga/tn line...i love to treat you great....to make you happy is what is good for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we would enjoy champagne with strawberries, central speakers in every room for upbeat music, laughs and a huge kitchen to grille dinner together...you'll love the 4500 SF house...hot tub spa off the rear patio, sauna and steam shower in the master...warm swimming pool...pool table in the loft..shaded circled patio over looking the course...and a fully stocked guest room.. if you like fun ,laughing and want to enjoy yourself.. drop me a note...kisses,,Jerry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just threw up in my mouth a little. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sure, I will drive to a stranger's house in another state to stay the weekend.&amp;nbsp;That invitation doesn't concern me at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I call bullshit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7883607826628391279?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7883607826628391279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-call-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7883607826628391279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7883607826628391279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-call-bullshit.html' title='I Call Bullshit'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1373457491346060619</id><published>2011-06-21T15:42:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T06:09:32.634-11:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="emailBody"&gt;Exciting new email just in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="emailBody"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hi there! My name is Reda, I'm from Casablanca Morocco, I lived in Paris France before I moved to Atlanta to finish my studies at GSU, I'm getting my masters in hotel management and I also work as manager in a restaurant. I came across your profile and really liked it you seem like you're wearing your head on your shoulders. I would like to get to know you. You seem like interesting individual. check out my profile and tell me what you think. Looking forward to hear back from you"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm not even going to go&amp;nbsp;on my rant&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the lack of punctuation/correct grammar&amp;nbsp;here. But I did want to confirm&amp;nbsp;that yes, I do wear my head on my shoulders...just in case you were wondering and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCLWY23wAw/TgFVfG6SCgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/H9FdyEHhw9A/s1600/shoulders.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCLWY23wAw/TgFVfG6SCgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/H9FdyEHhw9A/s320/shoulders.gif" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1373457491346060619?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1373457491346060619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1373457491346060619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1373457491346060619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCLWY23wAw/TgFVfG6SCgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/H9FdyEHhw9A/s72-c/shoulders.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2843567430027679490</id><published>2011-06-21T09:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:38:32.533-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya...and Match.com Update</title><content type='html'>Hiya! I'm alive! Aaaandd...I rejoined Match.com. Since I'm such a generous girl, I can't keep the good stuff all&amp;nbsp;to myself. I must share. I simply must. Here is a&amp;nbsp;recent favorite email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Subject: I Drive a Hummer and Litter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;But ONLY use compact florescent lightbulbs, that totally makes me Captain Planet. I have to say, I think you're a very interesting and extraordinarily cool girl. I was also on board for everything until you got the god part.(Yes even the vegetarian thing) Hopefully being a nice guy can supersede my lack of religious exposure. Regardless of that I thought it would be a wonderful idea to say hello and see what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Take care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;In my profile, I share my opinion on the importance of being environmentally friendly.&amp;nbsp;Looks like funny guy thought his jokes would turn me on. They didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I also share&amp;nbsp;that I am only&amp;nbsp;interested in a person that has a spiritual relationship with God.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm making assumptions, but it sounds&amp;nbsp;to me like he doesn't believe in God. &amp;nbsp;Not interested, Owen. Not even a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;But hey, "Regardless, he thought it would be a wonderful idea to say hello and see what happened."&amp;nbsp; It wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2843567430027679490?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2843567430027679490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/hiyaand-matchcom-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2843567430027679490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2843567430027679490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/06/hiyaand-matchcom-update.html' title='Hiya...and Match.com Update'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-286271529901917707</id><published>2011-04-12T03:54:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:54:02.078-11:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA Contest...Please Vote!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.&amp;nbsp; I guess I haven't had anything extremely exciting to share...and I've had my mind on 500 other things.&amp;nbsp; But today I have something kind of exciting!&amp;nbsp; I entered a contest through PETA for the Sexiest Vegetarian...Woo Hoo!&amp;nbsp; Winner gets a trip to Hawaii!&amp;nbsp; Yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you read this post, please click on this &lt;a href="http://features.peta.org/Sexy-Veg-2011/Contestant.aspx?cid=5563"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; rock the vote!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFQA7GooSvk/TaRnQKWr_uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BqO1CWSfZns/s1600/Julia+Photo+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFQA7GooSvk/TaRnQKWr_uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BqO1CWSfZns/s320/Julia+Photo+1.bmp" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-286271529901917707?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/286271529901917707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/04/peta-contestplease-vote.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/286271529901917707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/286271529901917707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/04/peta-contestplease-vote.html' title='PETA Contest...Please Vote!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFQA7GooSvk/TaRnQKWr_uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BqO1CWSfZns/s72-c/Julia+Photo+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6766423933173908547</id><published>2011-02-11T10:15:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:16:39.748-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Cookies</title><content type='html'>I. Love. To. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love to eat cookies, cake, and ice cream. Honestly, I love to eat pretty much anything sweet. I'm on a diet, so you can see why&amp;nbsp;this is a real problem. I let&amp;nbsp;the healthy eating and exercise slide for a hot minute, but I am back on the skinny girl train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post today is to share with you, fellow bloggers, a super&amp;nbsp;find that is healthy and delicious. I can indulge in cookie goodness&amp;nbsp;and not feel guilty about breaking my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kashi Oatmeal Dark Chocolate....soooo good.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JOnPfcenMQ/TVWmHLG1gqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hxIOGNuI6es/s1600/hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JOnPfcenMQ/TVWmHLG1gqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hxIOGNuI6es/s320/hero.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At only 120 calories...or 2 weight watchers points, I say these babies are keepers. Happy Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6766423933173908547?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6766423933173908547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-cookies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6766423933173908547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6766423933173908547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-cookies.html' title='Skinny Cookies'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JOnPfcenMQ/TVWmHLG1gqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hxIOGNuI6es/s72-c/hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2576262206884474790</id><published>2011-02-03T04:11:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:16:16.727-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for birthdays. I love everything about them...presents, cake, balloons, friends, family, and parties. My birthday was last week and I am especially thankful for the people that went above and beyond to make my day special. Seriously, it was birthday galore...and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent the day at the North Georgia Wineries with these wonderful girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrC1Hr38iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PvD3p3n2uRM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrC1Hr38iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PvD3p3n2uRM/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And come evening, I did some partying with these chicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrC4Mp5rSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3PqcW7ReFuQ/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrC4Mp5rSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3PqcW7ReFuQ/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also had an amazing birthday lunch with these fabulous ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrFG2bV2hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cOzmxy1tdcA/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrFG2bV2hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cOzmxy1tdcA/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushroom Ravioli...told you my birthday lunch was amazing.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrFCwYe4DI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ql6EHqe--pg/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrFCwYe4DI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ql6EHqe--pg/s400/4.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best Birthday Ever!!! Now I have to prepare for the Big 3-0. Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2576262206884474790?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2576262206884474790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/02/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2576262206884474790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2576262206884474790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/02/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TUrC1Hr38iI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PvD3p3n2uRM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4806986890713745384</id><published>2011-01-18T04:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T04:11:50.256-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The last few months have been tough for me. I have been&amp;nbsp;working on&amp;nbsp;some relationships and&amp;nbsp;circumstances that have been hurtful and extremely hard to deal with. Through a lot of this, I have found myself trying to fix things Courtney's way. The past couple of weeks, the Lord has been pulling heavily on my heart. I know he is nudging me to let go and give my concerns, frustrations, and hurt to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is hard for me to intentionally give up control. I often hold&amp;nbsp;myself together so that I can fix everything...and everyone&amp;nbsp;else. What a silly concept when I have a Saviour who loves me so much that he died&amp;nbsp;for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the following verse last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were running a good race. Who cut in and kept you from obeying the truth?" Galatians 5:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This touched my heart because I will go to extreme lengths for others,&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;my own&amp;nbsp;expense. Instead of giving the Lord the opportunity to direct me, I choose&amp;nbsp;how and where to serve. This has gotten me into trouble a few times before. I will involve myself in situations where I care too much, but simply can't help. This verse is a reminder to be careful of those who attempt to move&amp;nbsp;me from putting God first in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, please pray for me and my walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4806986890713745384?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4806986890713745384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4806986890713745384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4806986890713745384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2268785700037178361</id><published>2010-12-21T16:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:20:38.003-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Potions</title><content type='html'>My kiddo loves experiments, especially concocting magic potions. I found this in my refrigerator tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This particular potion includes leaves, carrots, and dry spaghetti noodles. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TRFtpnSAPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/asreqMeF6SU/s1600/DSC04223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TRFtpnSAPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/asreqMeF6SU/s400/DSC04223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2268785700037178361?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2268785700037178361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-potions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2268785700037178361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2268785700037178361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-potions.html' title='Magic Potions'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TRFtpnSAPlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/asreqMeF6SU/s72-c/DSC04223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7167326740402392287</id><published>2010-12-20T13:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:57:41.973-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace The Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm99/emilymaeanderson/Embrace_the_camera-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my sweet family...just me and my girl. She's the cheese to my macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQ_6rGvAQeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/O46ghRsdoAY/s1600/ggg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQ_6rGvAQeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/O46ghRsdoAY/s400/ggg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7167326740402392287?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7167326740402392287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/embrace-camera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7167326740402392287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7167326740402392287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/embrace-camera.html' title='Embrace The Camera'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQ_6rGvAQeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/O46ghRsdoAY/s72-c/ggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8859419751577124591</id><published>2010-12-17T03:09:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:10:35.498-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry "Digital" Christmas</title><content type='html'>I love me some Jesus.&amp;nbsp;So when I saw this, I thought it was a scream. Super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/GkHNNPM7pJA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkHNNPM7pJA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkHNNPM7pJA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8859419751577124591?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8859419751577124591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-digital-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8859419751577124591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8859419751577124591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-digital-christmas.html' title='Merry &quot;Digital&quot; Christmas'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-60861595921518310</id><published>2010-12-14T03:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:58:08.637-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>I've been in a huge funk lately. I'm sorting out some feelings and learning more about being a grown-up. I'm also stressing a little about the holidays. I have so much to do. Anyway, I'm still here...but mostly enjoying reading blogs rather than writing right now. I'm totally okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Christmas spirit, here are some fun photos from my company's Christmas party last weekend. (We reeealllly missed you, Julia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Stace...love her.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFQB4fFaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8nltd9Vyfhk/s1600/DSC04172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFQB4fFaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8nltd9Vyfhk/s400/DSC04172.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My BFF, KJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFTrk4eVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1qbd2V7SA4U/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFTrk4eVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1qbd2V7SA4U/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three&amp;nbsp;Crazy Kids﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFWdxGHrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IDotyhN8Qcw/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFWdxGHrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IDotyhN8Qcw/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-60861595921518310?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/60861595921518310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/60861595921518310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/60861595921518310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TQeFQB4fFaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8nltd9Vyfhk/s72-c/DSC04172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-9032090109902244484</id><published>2010-12-02T08:46:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:47:03.171-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Santa</title><content type='html'>Yep. My friends and I sat on Ghetto-Fabulous Santa's lap at the Gheto-Fabulous mall near our work. I love Christmas....and fun lunch breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TPf3TqrLlQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nbKyDXYoq7k/s1600/santa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TPf3TqrLlQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nbKyDXYoq7k/s400/santa.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-9032090109902244484?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/9032090109902244484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghetto-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/9032090109902244484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/9032090109902244484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghetto-santa.html' title='Ghetto Santa'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TPf3TqrLlQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nbKyDXYoq7k/s72-c/santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7692160988945565527</id><published>2010-11-29T09:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:54:48.086-11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Making Every Dream Come True"</title><content type='html'>My 10-year old daughter's Facebook status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Making every dream come true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;her parent, you can probably imagine how happy I am&amp;nbsp;to hear&amp;nbsp;that she is making her every&amp;nbsp;dream come&amp;nbsp;true&amp;nbsp;at such a young age. ;)&amp;nbsp; Love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7692160988945565527?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7692160988945565527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7692160988945565527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7692160988945565527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny.html' title='&quot;Making Every Dream Come True&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8703243315668706671</id><published>2010-11-16T09:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:57:12.352-11:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>Some of my blogger&amp;nbsp;friends made "Dear Santa" lists, which clearly means I need to follow suit. All I really want this year is&amp;nbsp;health and happiness for my loved ones...and for my little miss to be excited. That's it, really...I would be happy with nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if&amp;nbsp;I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to choose something,&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't complain about the number below. I've been&amp;nbsp;searching high and low for a watch with all the options I desire. It's really time for a new watch...total pun intended. This&amp;nbsp;is the one...I love it.&amp;nbsp;It's totally animal friendly....and that's my kind of watch! Santa could purchase it &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Jewelry-Watches/TKO-Womens-Black-Silcon-Rubber-Strap-Watch/4400802/product.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...I mean, if he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLuWQJiKxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6m5rDAn_rik/s1600/watch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLuWQJiKxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6m5rDAn_rik/s1600/watch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8703243315668706671?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8703243315668706671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8703243315668706671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8703243315668706671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLuWQJiKxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6m5rDAn_rik/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-402567074356558993</id><published>2010-11-16T08:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:34:18.798-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>I know, I know…I’ve been a little lazy with my blogging lately. I have had a million things going on and haven’t had anything extremely inspiring to share…until today that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fun friend, Stacie over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thetalesfromthefairydust.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Tales From The Fairy Dust&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;shared an exciting blog post explaining how to receive a fantastic deal on Christmas cards. I love to send out sweet cards reminding friends/family that they are being thought of. And of course, I get super excited when opening my mailbox throughout December. I just love to find holiday treasures waiting for me. The Christmas tree/decorations are up, so it’s about time to get busy with my cards. (Excited girl over here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutterfly features a ton of really great holiday card options. They have designs for every occasion…from cute to classy…and they are very easy to create. I am way excited to snag my up. They just so happen to be offering an amazing deal right now. Bloggers get 50 free cards from Shutterfly…apply here: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/sfly2010"&gt;http://bit.ly/sfly2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also offer a plethora of fab gift options….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase photo calendars here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or fun New Year’s cards here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/new-years-cards"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/new-years-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even send a word-to-your-mother on Mama’s Day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/mothers-day-cards-stationery"&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/mothers-day-cards-stationery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a dang-good deal, peeps…get busy on your cards. Mad props to Shutterfly on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Love this card!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLe2C99yoI/AAAAAAAAAas/kjSso8ti7U4/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2811-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102556600091826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLe2C99yoI/AAAAAAAAAas/kjSso8ti7U4/s320/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2811-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102556600091826.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-402567074356558993?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/402567074356558993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-christmas-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/402567074356558993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/402567074356558993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-christmas-cards.html' title='Sweet Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TOLe2C99yoI/AAAAAAAAAas/kjSso8ti7U4/s72-c/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2811-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102556600091826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-35166102511320650</id><published>2010-11-01T05:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:52:26.911-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>Halloween this year was a total blast. I dressed as a Greek Goddess and Hayley was Johnny Depp's version of The Mad Hatter. Here are some photos of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st and 2nd place winners of the fun-tastic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.aquablueatl.com/"&gt;Aqua Blue&lt;/a&gt; costume contest. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7su_hRQuI/AAAAAAAAAag/rGCgSjvwteE/s1600/DSC04111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7su_hRQuI/AAAAAAAAAag/rGCgSjvwteE/s400/DSC04111.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Mad Hatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7s0e_MeWI/AAAAAAAAAak/prcq9xj5HMY/s1600/DSC04138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7s0e_MeWI/AAAAAAAAAak/prcq9xj5HMY/s400/DSC04138.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She really racked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7s5wvjMvI/AAAAAAAAAao/5S0Yrc3v7JE/s1600/DSC04154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7s5wvjMvI/AAAAAAAAAao/5S0Yrc3v7JE/s400/DSC04154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-35166102511320650?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/35166102511320650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/35166102511320650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/35166102511320650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TM7su_hRQuI/AAAAAAAAAag/rGCgSjvwteE/s72-c/DSC04111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6260987912529860165</id><published>2010-10-29T17:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:51:58.810-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>It's 12:42am and I'm catching up on my favorite blogs. I turn around and this is what I see. Can life really be any better? Please note my baby-dog resting with my baby-girl, a teddy bear, and two dolls hanging on the couch. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMujR7-smPI/AAAAAAAAAac/QuRaqWEQ4pQ/s1600/DSC04092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMujR7-smPI/AAAAAAAAAac/QuRaqWEQ4pQ/s400/DSC04092.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6260987912529860165?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6260987912529860165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6260987912529860165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6260987912529860165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMujR7-smPI/AAAAAAAAAac/QuRaqWEQ4pQ/s72-c/DSC04092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-722693764094650952</id><published>2010-10-29T03:57:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:57:17.377-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Treat Fail</title><content type='html'>In honor of the delicious fall treats circling blogland...like &lt;a href="http://chicagocuisinecritique.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-so-guilty-pumpkin-spice-cake.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blacktagdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://therigolosos.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I would share my recent attempt at an edible&amp;nbsp;fall creation...fail. This post is proof that I can't cook....no matter how easy the recipe. It's just not in the cards for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe couldn't have been any easier. You mix a spice cake mix and a can of pumpkin&amp;nbsp;together and bake for 10-12 minutes at 350 degrees. When cooled,&amp;nbsp;ice the cake and sprinkle with cinnamon.&amp;nbsp;Simple huh? Well it wasn't for me. The dang cake wouldn't cook. I ended up cooking it for 20 minutes and it was still falling apart. I'm pretty much blaming it on the oven...that's got to be it, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMrd0zvLJHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7M-biNmzzVs/s1600/DSC04082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMrd0zvLJHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7M-biNmzzVs/s400/DSC04082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize it looks okay at this point, but the center is mush. Just a mess of pumpkin mush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMrd63GONJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5uU23F1Lr34/s1600/DSC04083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMrd63GONJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5uU23F1Lr34/s400/DSC04083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to lie to you. We ate it anyway....and it wasn't half bad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMreAkq15DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/lvWUUXjqj30/s1600/DSC04085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMreAkq15DI/AAAAAAAAAaY/lvWUUXjqj30/s400/DSC04085.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like I won't be quitting my day job anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-722693764094650952?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/722693764094650952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-treat-fail.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/722693764094650952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/722693764094650952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-treat-fail.html' title='Fall Treat Fail'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMrd0zvLJHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7M-biNmzzVs/s72-c/DSC04082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3292025471354917992</id><published>2010-10-27T03:43:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T05:45:50.152-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;uninspired and unmotivated, but not unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;staying away from television and reading a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;enjoying colorful leaves and excited for cool weather.&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;on a diet and craving pumpkin goodies. This is not a great combination.&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of some serious alone time, but don't see it happening any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;I am confused about the hearts of some people, but thankful for others who stand for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am loving the Julie Doiron station on Pandora. It's fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;anticipating change. I don't know what it will be, but I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am growing my hair out and it's driving me nuts.&lt;/div&gt;I am bored, but it's better than overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;I am missing friends who are far away, but know they are well. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am noticing my daughter growing up right before my eyes. I sure love her.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of bills, but grateful for an income to pay them.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit stagnant, but that's okay for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am sleepy a lot. I think my body is&amp;nbsp;entering hibernation mode.&lt;/div&gt;I am feeling close&amp;nbsp;to My God.&lt;br /&gt;I am embracing my views/opinions/qualities, even when others disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;I am loving myself when others make me feel that maybe I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am working on patience and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMg5ro__YVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8giCOPfBMoQ/s1600/BRD_IDSilhouette_both.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="height: 195px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 321px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMg5ro__YVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8giCOPfBMoQ/s320/BRD_IDSilhouette_both.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3292025471354917992?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3292025471354917992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-lately.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3292025471354917992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3292025471354917992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-lately.html' title='Here Lately...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TMg5ro__YVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8giCOPfBMoQ/s72-c/BRD_IDSilhouette_both.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-987372207539947687</id><published>2010-10-20T01:48:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:48:40.473-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy. Awesome.</title><content type='html'>Do you remember my post a few days ago about my girl's birthday bike being stolen? Guess what? We found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I walked&amp;nbsp;over to the recreation center behind my apartment to attend my weekly yoga class. As I walked up, there sat the bike. After a phone call to the police station and speaking with the kids who claim they found it, we got the bike back. We are both sooooo happy. Crazy. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TL7kkaRJ89I/AAAAAAAAAaA/y6O3uk8G6rQ/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TL7kkaRJ89I/AAAAAAAAAaA/y6O3uk8G6rQ/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-987372207539947687?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/987372207539947687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-awesome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/987372207539947687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/987372207539947687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-awesome.html' title='Crazy. Awesome.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TL7kkaRJ89I/AAAAAAAAAaA/y6O3uk8G6rQ/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5093610265797375680</id><published>2010-10-18T06:53:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:53:06.329-11:00</updated><title type='text'>L5P Halloween Parade</title><content type='html'>I love everything about fall...especially Halloween. Hayley, my sis, and I headed down to the L5P parade this weekend to celebrate the festivities. Little Five Points is a funky, eclectic area where you can find an interesting mix of people. It is one of my favorite areas in Atlanta to shop for vintage clothing, check out crazy novelty shops, or grab a drink and people-watch. Plus, they really know how to do Halloween...that is a plus in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot-Tub-Time-Machine girls dancing on a U-Haul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyDSWXhGKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bJb3jbxkgMA/s1600/b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyDSWXhGKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bJb3jbxkgMA/s400/b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Mummies ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyD_WE9kLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SDShlg0_uAc/s1600/c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyD_WE9kLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SDShlg0_uAc/s400/c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit retro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEFEzG9eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vANtXD4rwqQ/s1600/d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEFEzG9eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vANtXD4rwqQ/s400/d.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zombie Car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEK1vnSSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oY7wiHHyZM0/s1600/e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEK1vnSSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oY7wiHHyZM0/s400/e.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Super scary dude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEQYk3XtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WLbkOGGihOE/s1600/f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEQYk3XtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WLbkOGGihOE/s400/f.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man dressed as a woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEVWwSxkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2Pw1TEL-WqU/s1600/g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEVWwSxkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2Pw1TEL-WqU/s400/g.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acrobats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEbObvmfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-x8YF-O4Yuc/s1600/h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEbObvmfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-x8YF-O4Yuc/s400/h.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BeetleJuice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEhRumINI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/95IuBNu40Vw/s1600/i.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEhRumINI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/95IuBNu40Vw/s400/i.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hayley having fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEn-JurlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jPtjJCdX_R0/s1600/a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyEn-JurlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jPtjJCdX_R0/s400/a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5093610265797375680?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5093610265797375680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/l5p-halloween-parade.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5093610265797375680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5093610265797375680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/l5p-halloween-parade.html' title='L5P Halloween Parade'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLyDSWXhGKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bJb3jbxkgMA/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6694650265554113505</id><published>2010-10-13T02:37:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:40:26.998-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah! Rah! Sis-Boom-Bah!</title><content type='html'>I have been quite busy lately with Hayley's new found sport. I never would have thought she would be interested in cheerleading, but she &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a cheerleader for years. Looking back, I don't know why. I hated cheering outside in 100 degree weather. I wasn't a fan of all the girl/parent drama. And I don't know the first thing about football. I guess I did it because my friends and siblings were involved...and that's just what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of hoped to detour Hayley from participating in this sport since I have witnessed a lot of the nonsense it tends to invoke. I can't seem to sway her, so&amp;nbsp;I will support her love for cheerleading. I will&amp;nbsp;remain calm&amp;nbsp;when I hear 5-6-7-8 or "Mom, watch this cheer"&amp;nbsp;twenty times in a row. I will smile and say, "Go Hayley!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we've been doing a lot of this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWxoB1UdEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tdn6vAej_sU/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWxoB1UdEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tdn6vAej_sU/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyTjOPEzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vTExB59gJ-c/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyTjOPEzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vTExB59gJ-c/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyjvx7HFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Hl2toOIgMug/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyjvx7HFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Hl2toOIgMug/s400/13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyyCI1SKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OPazyQ4uXwI/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLWyyCI1SKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OPazyQ4uXwI/s400/10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She sure is a cute, little cheerleader, anyway. Go Hornets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6694650265554113505?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6694650265554113505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/rah-rah-sis-boom-bah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6694650265554113505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6694650265554113505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/rah-rah-sis-boom-bah.html' title='Rah! Rah! 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She chose to have dessert&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.partychic.net/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Then we moved the after-party to our place for a sleepover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayley and her cute friends posing for some fabulous photos....because they are soooo fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR02IyNUZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xJ5tUVqp1K0/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR02IyNUZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xJ5tUVqp1K0/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to open some fun presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR08UZieKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qJ6SR5VPz3U/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR08UZieKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qJ6SR5VPz3U/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl with the coolest mom and coolest aunt ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1DsZqoQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V46O3fH2rQY/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1DsZqoQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/V46O3fH2rQY/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got a little too excited about dessert and sort of forgot the&amp;nbsp;candles/singing ...I know, I know. But we made up for it before eating a late-night snack. See....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1Jc11cZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VM9gi3xtq1U/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1Jc11cZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VM9gi3xtq1U/s400/6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My crazy girl about to eat chocolate cake from Aqua Blue on her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1dcvrtUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6mrQJhtqgII/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR1dcvrtUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6mrQJhtqgII/s400/9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hayley and some of her gifts from me...at least she got to enjoy her new bike for a couple of weeks before some jerk stole it. Now I get to buy another one....awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR2s4ca3EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bWUFV3LnBZo/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR2s4ca3EI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bWUFV3LnBZo/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun times! (Well, except for the bike incident...jerk.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8765402225120971484?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8765402225120971484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/par-tay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8765402225120971484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8765402225120971484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/par-tay.html' title='PAR-TAY!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TLR02IyNUZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xJ5tUVqp1K0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3089801942032318346</id><published>2010-10-06T05:16:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:18:42.926-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Family Photos</title><content type='html'>My awesome&amp;nbsp;friend, Julia took a photo shoot of my little family yesterday. Here is a sneak peek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyelvS-ABI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6nwBwyaXNW0/s1600/IMG_2977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyelvS-ABI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6nwBwyaXNW0/s400/IMG_2977.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyesC-U3uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SkkiXaE2Bjc/s1600/Julia+Photo+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyesC-U3uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SkkiXaE2Bjc/s400/Julia+Photo+1.bmp" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyevrao9GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/An4TB-7hVLA/s1600/Julia+Photo+4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyevrao9GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/An4TB-7hVLA/s400/Julia+Photo+4.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKye0Ivv2sI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Qh7rTLPAyVA/s1600/Julia+Photo+6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKye0Ivv2sI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Qh7rTLPAyVA/s400/Julia+Photo+6.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKye8IzJtUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JXjklZ5vSUg/s1600/Julia+Photo+7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKye8IzJtUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JXjklZ5vSUg/s400/Julia+Photo+7.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyfCyBucuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4mp6ym4Rwdo/s1600/IMG_3033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyfCyBucuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4mp6ym4Rwdo/s400/IMG_3033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think they are great and I can't wait to see the rest...so exciting. Julia is super talented...you can check her out &lt;a href="http://www.blacktagdiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you, Julia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3089801942032318346?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3089801942032318346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3089801942032318346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3089801942032318346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-family-photos.html' title='Sweet Family Photos'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKyelvS-ABI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6nwBwyaXNW0/s72-c/IMG_2977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1200807100126611060</id><published>2010-09-28T02:47:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T02:50:12.877-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hayley!</title><content type='html'>Today is my girl's birthday...10-years old. I can't believe she has hit the double-digits! This day is a little bittersweet, as I am so excited to see my precious daughter growing in to an awesome person...it's just happening&amp;nbsp;really fast. Just as every parent says...it seems like yesterday when I met my sweet, tiny&amp;nbsp;baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grows, she continues to&amp;nbsp;bring magic and happiness&amp;nbsp;in to my life. I thank God every day for giving me&amp;nbsp;the perfect person to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Hayley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKHxhXlpUwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QEq3mODD3aA/s1600/63010_152244598129963_100000332725367_347557_7257777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKHxhXlpUwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QEq3mODD3aA/s320/63010_152244598129963_100000332725367_347557_7257777_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I said you are the reason for everything that I do. I'd be lost, so lost without you." - James Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1200807100126611060?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1200807100126611060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-hayley.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1200807100126611060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1200807100126611060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-hayley.html' title='Happy Birthday Hayley!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKHxhXlpUwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QEq3mODD3aA/s72-c/63010_152244598129963_100000332725367_347557_7257777_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8085256353533503889</id><published>2010-09-27T03:12:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:12:14.740-11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ink</title><content type='html'>My yoga teacher inspired me the other day. She said, "Have a free spirit and be grounded."&amp;nbsp;I think it is&amp;nbsp;a divine concept...a principle I fully believe in&amp;nbsp;and embrace in my life. I hope to always wander and discover, but I am so thankful for the wisdom and eagerness to stay grounded&amp;nbsp;in my faith, my morals, and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of free spirits and grounded principles, one of my favorite people and I received some new ink this weekend. The birds flying outward represent going out&amp;nbsp;into the world to explore and experience. The bird flying inward is a reminder to always return to my own heart....that is where my belief, my hope, and my love are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my sister...one of the greatest loves of my life...with our new ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKCk9e9dWNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JMRvO3YTXr8/s1600/DSC03994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKCk9e9dWNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JMRvO3YTXr8/s320/DSC03994.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKClYFuRU0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T-ANJD-mtEA/s1600/DSC03997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKClYFuRU0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T-ANJD-mtEA/s320/DSC03997.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiration is the greatest. Namaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8085256353533503889?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8085256353533503889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-ink.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8085256353533503889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8085256353533503889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-ink.html' title='New Ink'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TKCk9e9dWNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JMRvO3YTXr8/s72-c/DSC03994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2105671529007598849</id><published>2010-09-24T05:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:38:27.421-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Kid For Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJzPsDwxcSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6yEJ9JoCKM/s1600/ict11.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJzPsDwxcSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6yEJ9JoCKM/s200/ict11.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think it is incredibly&amp;nbsp;interesting to learn the opinions, observations, and overall impressions of children in regard to adults. The notions are&amp;nbsp;often comical, sometimes alarming, hopefully comforting, and&amp;nbsp;generally surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My almost 10-year old daughter is somewhat infamous for&amp;nbsp;prompting entertaining conversations. I experienced one of&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;amusing&amp;nbsp;exchanges last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Picture this: We&amp;nbsp;were driving down the road and passed a Goodwill store. The conversation goes a little something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: Mom, what is a Goodwill store?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: It's a place&amp;nbsp;where people can&amp;nbsp;donate clothing, books, etc. Other people can shop there...the items&amp;nbsp;don't cost very much...like if someone doesn't have much money, they can get things they need there and it is cheaper than most other stores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: (Insert stern face/bold tone here)...You mean poor people? Like us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Gasp. Hayley, we are not poor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: (Insert sarcastic tone here)...Well, what are we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me? We are average. Not rich. Not poor. But, we have enough&amp;nbsp;money for all the things we need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: Oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I&amp;nbsp;was getting&amp;nbsp;in to&amp;nbsp;bed last night, I thought about our discussion...and even grew a bit concerned. Then I had a realization...maybe even&amp;nbsp;solving the mystery why my kid thinks that&amp;nbsp;we're poor. I find myself repeating something that was sometimes said to me as a child. When I would ask my mom for toys, candy, etc., she would occasionally say, "No, not today...I don't have any money." Oftentimes I say this to Hayley...when I am not willing to buy her&amp;nbsp;the item&amp;nbsp;she is requesting. And while I don't literally mean that I have zero dollars in my bank account, that is what she understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned last night.... I must use my words more wisely in hopes that my&amp;nbsp;child will no longer think we are poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this kid for real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2105671529007598849?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2105671529007598849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-kid-for-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2105671529007598849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2105671529007598849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-kid-for-real.html' title='Is This Kid For Real?'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJzPsDwxcSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6yEJ9JoCKM/s72-c/ict11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3457375857146668732</id><published>2010-09-16T04:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:58:06.937-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Lattitudes, Changes in Attitudes</title><content type='html'>I've decided to call off the "Boyfriend Search." I canceled my Match.com subscription, as I have experienced a complete shift in attitude - &lt;em&gt;Single Is Good&lt;/em&gt;...at least for now. I love coming and going whenever I want. I love my money. I love spending time with whomever I want. I love the fact that I can stay out until 4am or&amp;nbsp;get into bed at 8pm on Saturday night - and not feel guilty about it. I love not answering to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had some strange encounters with "married people" lately. To be completely honest, these episodes have freaked me out...bad. Oddly, I've had several individuals approach me with stories of their unhappy situations in the past few weeks. I've heard from a&amp;nbsp;man who feels stagnant and stuck...so much so&amp;nbsp;that he is planning a vacation&amp;nbsp;while his wife is working&amp;nbsp;out of town...she doesn't even know.&amp;nbsp;I've talked to a woman who does not want more&amp;nbsp;children...her spouse does. I've spoken with a friend who is planning to jet once&amp;nbsp;he finishes with law school. Yep...all of that scares the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few exceptions, most married people I know confuse me and/or make me sad for them. I am not naive to the fact that every relationship will experience it's trials and hardships, but it sometimes seems like too much. In no way do I mean to dis the married folk. I have much respect for those who do it happily. Right now, I'm just not ready or willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the marriage thing is so incredibly hard. I mean, if you don't find just the right person for you...like down to the last detail, you're potentially screwed. Sure, some people can make it work. Some are even willing to settle and just deal. Not me...not for a second...I simply can't do it. My position comes&amp;nbsp;partly from the fact that I was married once. Being married made me want to be single in every aspect of the word. I'm sure my outlook will&amp;nbsp;change&amp;nbsp;if I meet "the one." For now though, I'm good. I may go on dates, but that is all it will be - a date. I am going to spend&amp;nbsp;my time doing things I love...and soaking up my single-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJIxzv9LYcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/N2C1BkkAMmE/s1600/Preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJIxzv9LYcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/N2C1BkkAMmE/s400/Preview.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3457375857146668732?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3457375857146668732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes-in-lattitudes-changes-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3457375857146668732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3457375857146668732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes-in-lattitudes-changes-in.html' title='Changes in Lattitudes, Changes in Attitudes'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TJIxzv9LYcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/N2C1BkkAMmE/s72-c/Preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2370424274636149982</id><published>2010-09-09T07:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:44:37.754-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Match.com Sexies</title><content type='html'>I feel a bit guilty about this post, so any comments stating what a nice person I am would be greatly appreciated. I would also like to issue a disclaimer stating that&amp;nbsp;my intentions are not meant to to degrade any of the people highlighted today. It's just that I've concluded it&amp;nbsp;best to share my laughter with my fellow bloggers.&amp;nbsp;Since these poor fruitcakes will never know anyway, here goes. Goodness Gracious Alive! I literally laughed out loud when I came across these profiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start with this guy. His profile headline is..."Looking For It All!"&amp;nbsp;He has a&amp;nbsp;Yorkie and&amp;nbsp;Cosby sweater...I think he already has it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIkkgLDyvYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Kt9v_9wbuZc/s1600/90331260B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIkkgLDyvYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Kt9v_9wbuZc/s400/90331260B.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next, we have this guy. Profile Headline: "Country Boy Looking For Country Girl." Clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIkmw2mow9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/X2zc3V-XxVg/s1600/32550057N.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIkmw2mow9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/X2zc3V-XxVg/s400/32550057N.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, and can I get a drum roll, please? Dude's user name is "Sexymexy."&amp;nbsp; Yes, you heard me right. Who wouldn't want a piece of that, really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIknMRaOP3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/J9IdjpxXMkI/s1600/19879867A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIknMRaOP3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/J9IdjpxXMkI/s400/19879867A.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's it for today. Please try to contain your jealousy. Sure, this is what I'm dealing with...I guess I'm&amp;nbsp;just a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2370424274636149982?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2370424274636149982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/matchcom-sexies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2370424274636149982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2370424274636149982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/matchcom-sexies.html' title='Match.com Sexies'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TIkkgLDyvYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Kt9v_9wbuZc/s72-c/90331260B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6566022390845691930</id><published>2010-09-01T04:10:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:10:08.567-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH5rOqdEOAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wlaaPiWKQKw/s1600/366px-Double_Venus_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH5rOqdEOAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wlaaPiWKQKw/s200/366px-Double_Venus_svg.png" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I honestly do not&amp;nbsp;know much about horoscopes and astrological signs, but I've never been a&amp;nbsp;believer. I&amp;nbsp;trust that&amp;nbsp;we are each responsible for our own intentions/ambitions/directions, rather than&amp;nbsp;the idea that we are prompted by the alignment of the planets or stars. I did, however run across the following&amp;nbsp;translation of my sign this morning and it seems rather accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your Venus is in Aquarius, you don't want to follow all the "rules" in love, preferring to love in your own way, unfettered by convention or what is "supposed" to be, or usually, done. You are future-minded, a tad unconventional (in love, anyhow) and there's an unmistakable "free spirit" in you that shows up most obviously in matters of the heart. This is not to say you cannot—or will not—fall in love. Infatuations happen easily, but true love can be a little elusive for you. When you do make a commitment, you are generally able to stick to it. The commitment you make generally has to be a little different in order to be tolerable to you, and you are proud of that difference. Following the beaten track simply doesn't sit well with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have an aloof air about you that others find attractive. If they are looking for a commitment from you at a later date, however, what was once considered charismatic might become annoying! It is easy for you to feel claustrophobic in relationships that are too close, too needy, or too demanding of your time. If you have the space to breathe a little, all the better. This is when you are at your best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a curious person and enjoy intellectual stimulation in your relationships. Although you are not someone who would be considered flighty, you do not tolerate stagnation very well. You need to feel like your relationship is heading somewhere. Your ability to detach yourself from a situation, take a step back, and look at it from a unique perspective is a tremendous strength. As willing as you are to stir things up if you are in the mood to enforce change, there is a wonderful calm surrounding you that can be most appealing to others. You are ahead of your time in matters of the heart, and you will be best off finding a partner who values your insight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check your own sign out &lt;a href="http://www.cafeastrology.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6566022390845691930?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6566022390845691930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-honestly-do-not-much-about-horoscopes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6566022390845691930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6566022390845691930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-honestly-do-not-much-about-horoscopes.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH5rOqdEOAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wlaaPiWKQKw/s72-c/366px-Double_Venus_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-610993341554267298</id><published>2010-08-31T08:01:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:10:50.189-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Positive Thought For Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;By offering the universe positive thoughts and intentions, I believe she offers a positive return. The universe is cool like that. Offer peace; receive peace. Offer harmony; receive harmony. Offer love; receive love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the moments when this concept seems demanding and uninviting...and it sometimes does, the following&amp;nbsp;thought is perfect for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I say... Change the way you see things and the things you see will change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH1Ia9xMgSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-UJUjCYRFnE/s1600/black,and,white,design,dove,inspiration,peace,picture-32edcc2e547c5c06550d1dc4d2fb7c1d_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH1Ia9xMgSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-UJUjCYRFnE/s200/black,and,white,design,dove,inspiration,peace,picture-32edcc2e547c5c06550d1dc4d2fb7c1d_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-610993341554267298?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/610993341554267298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-thoughts-for-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/610993341554267298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/610993341554267298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-thoughts-for-today.html' title='A Positive Thought For Today'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TH1Ia9xMgSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-UJUjCYRFnE/s72-c/black,and,white,design,dove,inspiration,peace,picture-32edcc2e547c5c06550d1dc4d2fb7c1d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8482841350148523293</id><published>2010-08-26T05:00:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:12:08.970-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Match.com Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/THaLyvdWrVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eODfEYwkx54/s1600/question-mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/THaLyvdWrVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eODfEYwkx54/s200/question-mark.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Match.com offers a couple of options that allow you to track who has viewed your profile. One particularly interesting&amp;nbsp;option is the "My Favorites" feature. Here members can file profiles they find appealing&amp;nbsp;away for safekeeping. Also,&amp;nbsp;every subscriber has access to view who has chosen&amp;nbsp;them as a&amp;nbsp;"favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found that most&amp;nbsp;individuals&amp;nbsp;simply communicate with&amp;nbsp;those they are interested in, I find this feature a bit disturbing. See, I have a couple of&amp;nbsp; really strange birds that have picked me. These guys are total creepers and view my profile on a daily basis. These people do not appear to have any similar interests with me, they are much too old for my age limit, and they have not&amp;nbsp;attempted to&amp;nbsp;contact me...(which is a very good thing.) This makes me wonder&amp;nbsp;exactly why they continuously view my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&amp;nbsp;I have one&amp;nbsp;specific&amp;nbsp;visitor that frequents my page each day. I'm sure the guy is a nice person, although his photos scare me a tad. I just don't get it...maybe I don't want to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8482841350148523293?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8482841350148523293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/matchcom-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8482841350148523293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8482841350148523293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/matchcom-weirdness.html' title='Match.com Weirdness'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/THaLyvdWrVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eODfEYwkx54/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2282689854633155095</id><published>2010-08-19T02:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:59:05.968-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGxIzddu_0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UUaH8cJWiUs/s1600/bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGxIzddu_0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UUaH8cJWiUs/s200/bird.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am currently reading the book "Eat, Pray, Love." A conversation just took place in the book that inspired me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see...I am an over analyzer. I&amp;nbsp;need to be in control most of the time.&amp;nbsp;I even&amp;nbsp;have a friend that jokes that about how&amp;nbsp;I always need an answer... "right now!" I love moments when&amp;nbsp;you can&amp;nbsp;view&amp;nbsp;life through an uncomplicated lens....moments when you receive simple, graspable&amp;nbsp;clarity...when you&amp;nbsp;realize the importance of letting go.&amp;nbsp;That's what happened&amp;nbsp;for me&amp;nbsp;in this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation takes place between the main character (Liz) and her friend (Richard-from-Texas) in regards to a particularly&amp;nbsp;difficult time she is having, including&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;feelings about a past relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What’s got you all wadded up?” he drawls, toothpick in mouth, as usual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t ask” I say, but then I start talking and tell him every bit of it, concluding with, “And worst of all, I can’t stop obsessing over David. I thought I was over him, but it’s all coming up again.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says, “Give it another six months, you’ll feel better.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ve already given it twelve months, Richard.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then give it six more. Just keep throwin’ six months at it till it goes away. Stuff like this takes time.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I exhale hotly though my nose, bull-like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Groceries [he calls her Groceries, how AWESOME is that?!],” Richard says, “Listen to me. Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing and you were in the best possible place in the world for it – in a beautiful place of worship, surrounded by grace. Take this time, every minute of it. Let things work themselves out here in India.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But I really loved him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don’t you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching. I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that’s just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That’s just limited little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. Heck, Groceries – you have the capacity to someday love the whole world. It’s your destiny. Don’t laugh.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’m not laughing.” I was actually crying. “And please don’t laugh at me now, but I think the reason it’s so hard for me to get over this guy is because I seriously believed David was my soul mate.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He probably was. Your problem is you don’t understand what that word means. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it. Your problem is, you just can’t let this one go. It’s over, Groceries. David’s purpose was to shake you up, drive you out of your marriage that you needed to leave, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you had to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master and beat it. That was his job, and he did great, but now it’s over. Problem is, you can’t accept that his relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby – you’re just lickin’ at the empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But I love him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So love him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But I miss him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it. You’re just afraid to let go of the last bits of David because then you’ll be really alone, and Liz Gilbert is scared to death of what will happen if she’s really alone. But here’s what you gotta understand, Groceries. If you clear out all that space in your mind that you’re using right now to obsess about this guy, you’ll have a vacuum there, an open spot – a doorway. And guess what the universe will do with the doorway? It will rush in – God will rush in – and fill you with more love than you ever dreamed. So stop using David to block that door. Let it go.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But I wish me and David could —“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He cuts me off. “See, now that’s your problem. You’re wishin’ too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome conversation. I love Richard-from-Texas.&amp;nbsp;I think it is funny how we&amp;nbsp;humans complicate&amp;nbsp;things when answers are usually&amp;nbsp;staring us straight in the face. He says to just let go and have faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;nbsp;offers clarity. That is inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2282689854633155095?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2282689854633155095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2282689854633155095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2282689854633155095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGxIzddu_0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UUaH8cJWiUs/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5427288616426171235</id><published>2010-08-17T05:09:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T05:25:01.116-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian-Shirt-Man-With-Baby</title><content type='html'>Hawaiian-Shirt-Man-With-Baby totally contacted me on Match. Wow...that is all I can really say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely do not mean to be rude, but geez...somebody help this man out! If my father, brother, cousin, uncle, friend, or any other man that I know dressed like Hawaiian-Shirt-Man-With-Baby, I would give him a good smack back in to reality...even if it was 1982. Judging from his photo, I'm guessing it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder...in searching for a potential partner, wouldn't one choose a photo from the same decade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message reads.&lt;em&gt;.."What are some aspects of life that are really special to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Really dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sure hope I can refrain from contacting this one...he's on fire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGqyNqY26mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A7MkeI4RfgQ/s1600/47732761Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGqyNqY26mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A7MkeI4RfgQ/s320/47732761Z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5427288616426171235?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5427288616426171235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/hawaiian-shirt-man-with-baby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5427288616426171235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5427288616426171235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/hawaiian-shirt-man-with-baby.html' title='Hawaiian-Shirt-Man-With-Baby'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGqyNqY26mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A7MkeI4RfgQ/s72-c/47732761Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8119024871251379126</id><published>2010-08-13T01:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:52:47.955-11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Hard One</title><content type='html'>Today is a hard one. My friend is moving away and I'm sad. Her husband will be attending a seminary,&amp;nbsp;which means&amp;nbsp;they are relocating to Kentucky. It's not like she will be gone forever. She will actually be back for&amp;nbsp;a week each month, but still...it's not quite the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blacktagdiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt; when I started my job&amp;nbsp;last year&amp;nbsp;and we have become great friends. The girl is awesome...like really, super awesome.&amp;nbsp;She loves the Lord, she is thoughtful, smart, pretty, creative, and hysterical. She makes me laugh harder than anyone else can....like the pee-in-your-pants or snort-through-your-nose&amp;nbsp;kind of laugh. Oh, and she is the best girl in the world to share inside-jokes with....we have like 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you how sweet Julia is...she is moving&lt;em&gt; and she got me a gift&lt;/em&gt;. Who even does that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Survive Without Julia Kit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKzedIus6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IoCxwl-j2mI/s1600/DSC03877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKzedIus6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IoCxwl-j2mI/s400/DSC03877.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kindred Spirits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGK2Os0w9mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5e_3DcfdEUU/s1600/Christmas+Party+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGK2Os0w9mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5e_3DcfdEUU/s400/Christmas+Party+018.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although I am sad to see her move, I will be forever grateful for the friendship we have formed. I will be sending much love, best wishes, positive thoughts, and prayers to&amp;nbsp;Julia and Lance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will be eagerly anticipating our monthly Chipotle lunch dates. I'll miss you, Baldface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8119024871251379126?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8119024871251379126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-hard-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8119024871251379126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8119024871251379126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-hard-one.html' title='It&apos;s A Hard One'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKzedIus6I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IoCxwl-j2mI/s72-c/DSC03877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3212195052019971275</id><published>2010-08-12T03:35:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:58:54.993-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Match.Com - Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGQFQEeB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IXenL0XWNeE/s1600/match-732144.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGQFQEeB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IXenL0XWNeE/s200/match-732144.png" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&amp;nbsp;I decided to do it. I rejoined Match.com. I am going to try to maintain a positive and optimistic attitude during this online dating adventure. I quickly become frustrated with the&amp;nbsp;drama, games, and&amp;nbsp; uncertainty that&amp;nbsp;dating often&amp;nbsp;induces, but we'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my goal is to meet someone that I like...and can possibly&amp;nbsp;envision some type of a&amp;nbsp;future with. I cannot lie, though...I am a little excited about collecting some humorous stories to share. I am realizing that part of the fun in dating is laughing at the schmucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I figured out my profile headline. It was actually easier than I thought it would be. I just went with my sign from this &lt;a href="http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/matchcomadvice-needed.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt; The headline reads..."Seeking attractive male that is freakin' awesome." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3212195052019971275?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3212195052019971275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/matchcom-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3212195052019971275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3212195052019971275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/matchcom-update.html' title='Match.Com - Update'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGQFQEeB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/IXenL0XWNeE/s72-c/match-732144.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-217716988459775510</id><published>2010-08-11T03:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T03:05:03.031-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Chic</title><content type='html'>I went to the coolest place last weekend....&lt;a href="http://www.partychic.net/"&gt;Party Chic&lt;/a&gt;. It is a sweet cafe nestled in the historic district of my town. This place is precious - from the&amp;nbsp;decor to the&amp;nbsp;desserts. Hayley, my neighbor, and I went over on Sunday morning for a mid-morning treat...dessert is okay for breakfast, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on&amp;nbsp;a cute&amp;nbsp;balcony overlooking shops, restaurants and&amp;nbsp;people exploring the streets. It was&amp;nbsp;so perfectly peaceful and relaxing.&amp;nbsp;I settled on a mimosa and the peach marmalade/pecan shortcake. It was amazing...really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make it by this place, seriously do it. It will not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our yummy desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peach Marmalade/Pecan Shortcake, Coconut Cream Pie, Espresso Brownie...(and some potato soup for Hayley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKrf73aAkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Jv0g3BHHO7k/s1600/DSC03872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKrf73aAkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Jv0g3BHHO7k/s400/DSC03872.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKr5VnaFuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oD9P_D2uFMI/s1600/DSC03876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKr5VnaFuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oD9P_D2uFMI/s400/DSC03876.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is this place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKsCY117cI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GM5UagVE97Y/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKsCY117cI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GM5UagVE97Y/s400/7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-217716988459775510?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/217716988459775510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-chic.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/217716988459775510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/217716988459775510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-chic.html' title='Party Chic'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TGKrf73aAkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Jv0g3BHHO7k/s72-c/DSC03872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4876261897265194246</id><published>2010-08-03T02:55:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:14:54.055-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Morningside Farmers' Market</title><content type='html'>I am all about eating organic food and supporting local farmers. I headed downtown on Saturday morning to grab some goods at the Morningside Farmers' Market. I love this market...it is super cute and offers an array of items from over ten local farmers. Best of all, produce must be certified organically grown to be sold there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little history on the Morningside Farmer's Market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Morningside Farmers Market has its roots in a farmer cooperative that started with Cynthia Hizer's herb garden at the old Atlanta Waterworks in the late 1980's. In 1995 the Georgia Grown farmers were asked to bring extra produce for a market that would share with the public the same abundance they were offering the chefs. By the second week it was so successful the farmers wanted to start doing the selling themselves. Now, fifteen years later, some of the same farmers and partners are still with us, proud to be serving the community with fresh, organic produce.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I picked up some tomatoes, okra, basil, blueberries, carrots, lavish crackers and an olive loaf. Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Shopping at the market...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgdXlQVcEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8oCHQrb-pHE/s1600/DSC03869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgdXlQVcEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8oCHQrb-pHE/s400/DSC03869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Mmmm....veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgeGguUlvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LKypqULo5X8/s1600/DSC03864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgeGguUlvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LKypqULo5X8/s400/DSC03864.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lots of peppas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgeUG8ZMFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mCGqXLIEKeY/s1600/DSC03865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgeUG8ZMFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mCGqXLIEKeY/s400/DSC03865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing like some fresh, organic produce...it's so good! If you're ever in the area, check&amp;nbsp;it out. You can find them &lt;a href="http://www.morningsidemarket.com/index"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Support local farmers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4876261897265194246?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4876261897265194246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/morningside-farmers-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4876261897265194246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4876261897265194246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/08/morningside-farmers-market.html' title='Morningside Farmers&apos; Market'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFgdXlQVcEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8oCHQrb-pHE/s72-c/DSC03869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2141652208693640829</id><published>2010-07-28T03:55:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:15:50.102-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Match.com...Advice Needed</title><content type='html'>I want a boyfriend. I know the saying...."You&amp;nbsp;will find&amp;nbsp;him when you stop looking."&amp;nbsp;But, it is&amp;nbsp;hard to stop looking when you feel ready. With this in mind, I have been contemplating the idea of rejoining Match.com. I may be going out on a limb here, but I am hoping that more than two&amp;nbsp;people actually read&amp;nbsp;this blog and will be willing to offer an opinion...a little dating advice, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have tried online dating, you can understand what I mean when I say it is often exhausting. Do I have the patience to weed through the array of weirdo's? Then again,&amp;nbsp;if I don't put myself out there, am I limiting potential&amp;nbsp;options? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Match.com profiles have a little headline...some are great, some are lame. Here is an&amp;nbsp;example: "Director of Awesome." If I do rejoin, I will need to post a clever headline for myself. If you are in favor of me reinstating the membership, any and all witty headline suggestions&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;greatly appreciated. (Of course I will let you know which one&amp;nbsp;I choose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help Blogland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFBA3LifLwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JmlUI8cWnqc/s1600/DSC03859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFBA3LifLwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JmlUI8cWnqc/s400/DSC03859.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Single Mugshot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2141652208693640829?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2141652208693640829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/matchcomadvice-needed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2141652208693640829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2141652208693640829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/matchcomadvice-needed.html' title='Match.com...Advice Needed'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFBA3LifLwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JmlUI8cWnqc/s72-c/DSC03859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8121256465065430020</id><published>2010-07-21T03:12:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T03:19:12.133-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TEb8V0hayDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zPggzg2W2MU/s1600/Veggie+Burger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TEb8V0hayDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zPggzg2W2MU/s200/Veggie+Burger.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been craving veggie burgers. Not the frozen, store-bought burgers....real homemade deliciousness filled with beans and veggies. I am not a huge fan of cooking, partly because I don't think I am good at it and partly because it makes one more mess that I have to clean up. Oh yes...and because I have an extremely picky 9-year-old eater that&amp;nbsp;prefers to&amp;nbsp;only consume&amp;nbsp;mac'n'cheese and goldfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been trying to get creative in the kitchen because I know the health benefits and money savings are well worth&amp;nbsp;my efforts. So...I'm going to experiment and make some veggie burgers. I found a recipe online that looks pretty great.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully I can create the Ultimate Veggie Burger and even coax my daughter into eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my veggie burger cooking endeavor. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8121256465065430020?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8121256465065430020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/veggie-burgers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8121256465065430020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8121256465065430020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/veggie-burgers.html' title='Veggie Burgers'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TEb8V0hayDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zPggzg2W2MU/s72-c/Veggie+Burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8035234294671175067</id><published>2010-07-15T02:11:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:17:05.887-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I could not be more thankful for the laughs I receive from my 9-year-old daughter on a daily basis. Yesterday she calls me at work and tells me that she needs me to stop at the store on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: Hey. Are you going to the store on the way home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. What do you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: I need you to pick me up some eyleliner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: For what? (The girl is only 9...geez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayley: To look pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking. On top of that I got a call back a second later reminding me to also grab mascara. I'm not ready for this stuff...and I don't think this pretty girl needs make-up anyway. Girls.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4T4XL_zAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JSwZTRqFhdE/s1600/Hayley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4T4XL_zAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JSwZTRqFhdE/s400/Hayley.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8035234294671175067?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8035234294671175067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-thursday_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8035234294671175067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8035234294671175067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-thursday_15.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4T4XL_zAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JSwZTRqFhdE/s72-c/Hayley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6640342463835748934</id><published>2010-07-14T08:11:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:30:57.603-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake</title><content type='html'>This may not be a big deal to some people, but it's pretty huge to me. I'm even feeling a little elite today. ;) Why...because I totally met Drake last night! You know that feeling you get when you meet a celebrity that you think is so cool? That is the feeling I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's boyfriend, Andy&amp;nbsp;and I were at the airport&amp;nbsp;picking up&amp;nbsp;my daughter and sister from a trip. We&amp;nbsp;were sitting on a luggage cart by the baggage claim (tired and soaked from rain)...waiting on the delayed flight. Andy is like, "Dude, that was Drake that just walked by." Of course I was like, No way!" We walk outside after him and sure enough it&amp;nbsp;was Drake! I snapped a couple of pictures with my phone and lingered for a minute before mustering the courage to say hello. Then I did it. I walked right up and told him that I loved his music. As a matter of fact, I was listening to it on the way to the airport. He totally shook my hand! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so super cool to meet an artist&amp;nbsp;that I love. I wish I had a photo of me and Drake, but that was a no-go since I didn't bother to wear make-up to the airport...and I was tired and soaked from rain. Still an awesome experience! Courtney + Drake = BFF's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cute side note, I told Hayley about my celebrity encounter when her flight arrived. She was disappointed that she missed him, but says, "Which hand did he shake? Give me a high five with it." I did and asked why....she says, "because I want a little Drake on my hand." How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4K95u3pwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VC9Ey5O1jtc/s1600/Drake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4K95u3pwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VC9Ey5O1jtc/s320/Drake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6640342463835748934?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6640342463835748934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/drake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6640342463835748934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6640342463835748934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/drake.html' title='Drake'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TD4K95u3pwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VC9Ey5O1jtc/s72-c/Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7206479992084376774</id><published>2010-07-07T09:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:15:25.765-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TDTqEeVmEfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5EXBDWTGYxw/s1600/bird-silhouettes-3-tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TDTqEeVmEfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5EXBDWTGYxw/s200/bird-silhouettes-3-tn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a three-things post circling around blog land. I decided to join. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, Court, and Mom. Some friends/co-workers also refer to me as C-Dizzle. I don't know why. They just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three places I have been:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never traveled outside of the United States, although I am eager to. I have been to Canada once, but some say it doesn't count. Anyway, I have been to Niagara Falls, Disney World, and Ocracoke Island in Outer Banks, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Favorite Drinks:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love water. I drink it&amp;nbsp;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We all know I love wine. Pinot Noir is my very favorite. &lt;br /&gt;Starbucks triple venti soy late. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three jobs I have had:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at Billy Bob's Pizza when I was a teenager (think Chucky Cheese). I was a "party hostess" and once had to dress up in&amp;nbsp;a Barney suit. It was humiliating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDR, aka Internal Data Resources. It was the most horrible job I have ever had in my life The 40-year old&amp;nbsp;owner left his wife for the 22-year old Human Resources manager. Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollyanna's Flowers. This was a little flower shop in my hometown and the best job I have ever had. My family knew the owners, so I worked there for a summer. I&amp;nbsp;worked creating flower arrangements or delivering bouquets. Literally, everyone was always happy to see me. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three&amp;nbsp;TV shows I watch:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch much TV. As a matter of fact, these are really the only shows I do watch...Grey's Anatomy, American Idol, and Glee. (Side note - I am almost convinced that I could quit my day job and join Glee to&amp;nbsp;sing only Lady Gaga songs. More on this later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three places I would like to visit:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many, but I will go with Napa Valley,&amp;nbsp;the yoga farm (in Costa Rica...&lt;a href="http://www.yogafarmcostarica.org/"&gt;http://www.yogafarmcostarica.org/&lt;/a&gt;), and somewhere in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three favorite retro TV shows:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate &amp;amp; Allie&lt;br /&gt;Family Ties&lt;br /&gt;The Facts of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Places I have lived:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conyers, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Covington, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Roswell, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;So not exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things I am looking forward to&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love, continuously growing as a person ,and making memories with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three people I am tagging:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetalesfromthefairydust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blacktagdiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://infjonthetrail.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7206479992084376774?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7206479992084376774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7206479992084376774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7206479992084376774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TDTqEeVmEfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5EXBDWTGYxw/s72-c/bird-silhouettes-3-tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4277702806821971086</id><published>2010-07-01T02:35:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:35:02.219-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for good friends and delicious food. My friend-since-6th grade, Caroline came to&amp;nbsp;visit last&amp;nbsp;Saturday night. We made a trip to Whole Foods to pick up some vegetables and a bottle of wine&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;headed home to cook dinner. I&amp;nbsp;have to be honest...Caroline did most of the cooking while I focused most of&amp;nbsp;my attention&amp;nbsp;on the wine. We ended up with a pretty amazing dish...pasta with broccoli, squash, zucchini,&amp;nbsp;lettuce,&amp;nbsp;beets, scallions,&amp;nbsp;sweet potatoes, green beans, asparagus, and scallions....so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Caroline preparing dinner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtF_I_ex4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Mjsp75PCWWg/s1600/DSC03837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtF_I_ex4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Mjsp75PCWWg/s320/DSC03837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the porch, listened to reggae music, ate a healthy meal, sipped red wine, and laughed. I believe that&amp;nbsp;good friends,&amp;nbsp;wholesome food, and&amp;nbsp;savory wines are good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at how yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtGMiiB7LI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qGw8_PY5418/s1600/DSC03839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtGMiiB7LI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qGw8_PY5418/s320/DSC03839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtGQ9maUHI/AAAAAAAAATA/dwcZDWHRvq0/s1600/DSC03838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtGQ9maUHI/AAAAAAAAATA/dwcZDWHRvq0/s320/DSC03838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Caroline, for being a great&amp;nbsp;friend... and cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4277702806821971086?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4277702806821971086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4277702806821971086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4277702806821971086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCtF_I_ex4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Mjsp75PCWWg/s72-c/DSC03837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1828683488284394838</id><published>2010-06-28T03:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:16:48.999-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night With My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday's mother/daughter date night was a success. When I got home from work, I told Hayley that I wanted to have a special dinner - just the two of us. We quickly decided to go to one of our favorite local restaurants, Aqua Blue. The food,&amp;nbsp;the atmosphere, and the wine list are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCivBeEk4VI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JNDB3qAyTW8/s1600/aqua+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCivBeEk4VI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JNDB3qAyTW8/s320/aqua+blue.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a nice time relaxing on the patio with my&amp;nbsp;girl. Here she is digging into the delicious bread basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCivVBbxxjI/AAAAAAAAASY/kASN0vBgZ3w/s1600/DSC03830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCivVBbxxjI/AAAAAAAAASY/kASN0vBgZ3w/s320/DSC03830.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am having some vegetarian sushi. It was sooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCiv9Q5R6iI/AAAAAAAAASg/i6Ir1AsEaBw/s1600/DSC03831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCiv9Q5R6iI/AAAAAAAAASg/i6Ir1AsEaBw/s320/DSC03831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most importantly, Hayley got her treat.. She did opt for Chick-Fil-A ice cream, instead of&amp;nbsp;a milkshake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCiwq-jANHI/AAAAAAAAASo/1LunZcl5Z30/s1600/menu_ice_cream_cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCiwq-jANHI/AAAAAAAAASo/1LunZcl5Z30/s320/menu_ice_cream_cup.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love spending time with my sweet girl. She is the best date ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1828683488284394838?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1828683488284394838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/06/date-night-with-my-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1828683488284394838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1828683488284394838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/06/date-night-with-my-girl.html' title='Date Night With My Girl'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCivBeEk4VI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JNDB3qAyTW8/s72-c/aqua+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6156145163209510227</id><published>2010-06-25T10:01:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:17:43.622-11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCUY7pGVxBI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZdcynYoXSA0/s1600/milkshake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCUY7pGVxBI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZdcynYoXSA0/s200/milkshake.jpg" width="87" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not quit my blog. I've just been busy. Really busy. Any and all spare time is spent focusing on my classes. My school seems to think it is cool to cram what one would normally accomplish in&amp;nbsp;4 months into a summer semester of 1.5 months. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share a cute conversation that I had with my 9-year-old daughter today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley: "Mom, do you get paid today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley: "Dang it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley: "Because I really wanted to get a milkshake when you get off work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We will get you a milkshake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet child thinks I am too poor to buy her a milkshake. No worries, though. I'm not and she is getting a big ol' chocolate milkshake tonight after our girls date. I'm pretty excited about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6156145163209510227?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6156145163209510227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6156145163209510227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6156145163209510227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TCUY7pGVxBI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZdcynYoXSA0/s72-c/milkshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-737369299464921966</id><published>2010-05-20T05:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:24:42.586-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S_ViHbveYyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRqGPCW6Nm8/s1600/pillows-dampening-300-100-300-70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S_ViHbveYyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRqGPCW6Nm8/s200/pillows-dampening-300-100-300-70.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for my pajamas and my comfy bed. Suffering from Georgia alleriges is awful. I will be in my pj's and heading to bed as soon as possible after work today. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-737369299464921966?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/737369299464921966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/737369299464921966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/737369299464921966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday_20.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S_ViHbveYyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mRqGPCW6Nm8/s72-c/pillows-dampening-300-100-300-70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3146549526556761630</id><published>2010-05-14T04:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:23:04.788-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday - A Little Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love my Toms. They are golden and they will help a child in need. I am so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the shoes and read about their One For One Movement here...&lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/"&gt;http://www.toms.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-1sxVu3x5I/AAAAAAAAARw/OQ2TJQqLir8/s1600/toms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-1sxVu3x5I/AAAAAAAAARw/OQ2TJQqLir8/s320/toms.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span id="goog_846939645"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_846939646"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3146549526556761630?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3146549526556761630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday-little-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3146549526556761630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3146549526556761630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday-little-late.html' title='Thankful Thursday - A Little Late'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-1sxVu3x5I/AAAAAAAAARw/OQ2TJQqLir8/s72-c/toms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5783231155896432461</id><published>2010-05-13T05:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:22:54.970-11:00</updated><title type='text'>MASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Hayley asked me to play a game...a game called Mash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the&amp;nbsp;long, lost classic came flooding back. I'm pretty sure that every girl plays this game with the same&amp;nbsp;eagerness and excitement, anticipating the presage of their future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even play online these days.&amp;nbsp; Of course my co-worker-friends and I had to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wj1G3IW4I/AAAAAAAAARA/P4n3JK1UrzM/s1600/MASH.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wj1G3IW4I/AAAAAAAAARA/P4n3JK1UrzM/s400/MASH.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live in a mansion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wllg4sOVI/AAAAAAAAARI/AVMLWUe0jLo/s1600/luxury_mansion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wllg4sOVI/AAAAAAAAARI/AVMLWUe0jLo/s400/luxury_mansion.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will drive a black minivan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wmEEhouNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ht0Pb88ZjaY/s1600/minivan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wmEEhouNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ht0Pb88ZjaY/s400/minivan.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will marry Alan from the Hangover. We will form&amp;nbsp;a wolfpack with our 11 children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wnHZZdJ0I/AAAAAAAAARY/L3GYoOSH6RI/s1600/alan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wnHZZdJ0I/AAAAAAAAARY/L3GYoOSH6RI/s320/alan.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be a professional acrobat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wnv0py5jI/AAAAAAAAARg/XK7uSmvCEIY/s1600/acrobat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wnv0py5jI/AAAAAAAAARg/XK7uSmvCEIY/s400/acrobat.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live in Bora Bora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-woBPqhl0I/AAAAAAAAARo/KohkOOXulGo/s1600/bora2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-woBPqhl0I/AAAAAAAAARo/KohkOOXulGo/s400/bora2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I am being honest, pretty much everything about&amp;nbsp;my MASH&amp;nbsp;life scares me, except for Bora Bora. That part, I can handle. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can forcast your own life &lt;a href="http://www.mashgame.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5783231155896432461?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5783231155896432461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/mash.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5783231155896432461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5783231155896432461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/mash.html' title='MASH'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-wj1G3IW4I/AAAAAAAAARA/P4n3JK1UrzM/s72-c/MASH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3701612542459001341</id><published>2010-05-11T05:18:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T05:39:34.859-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo # 2</title><content type='html'>I got my tattoo! As of last Friday, I can cross "get my second tattoo" off my 30 by 30 list! I'm so excited...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the idea for my new tat for quite some time now. The tattoo is&amp;nbsp;lyrics from&amp;nbsp;the Dashboard Confessional song, Don't Wait. The lyrics have been something of a saving grace for me. They have&amp;nbsp;inspired me&amp;nbsp;in moments when I've felt&amp;nbsp;I couldn't go any further. I am thrilled to have&amp;nbsp;this constant reminder of hope with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Don't wait. The lights will flash and fade away. The days will pass you by. Don't wait to lay your armor down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCQwRICbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XG6adB-l9Vs/s1600/DSC03678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCQwRICbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XG6adB-l9Vs/s400/DSC03678.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCgDVwetI/AAAAAAAAAQw/whqdk0Veepc/s1600/DSC03685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCgDVwetI/AAAAAAAAAQw/whqdk0Veepc/s400/DSC03685.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting Inked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCntrG0DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9yU3Jw1BQHY/s1600/IMG00013-20100508-1737%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCntrG0DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9yU3Jw1BQHY/s400/IMG00013-20100508-1737%5B1%5D.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3701612542459001341?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3701612542459001341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoo-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3701612542459001341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3701612542459001341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/tattoo-2.html' title='Tattoo # 2'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-mCQwRICbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XG6adB-l9Vs/s72-c/DSC03678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3196881911607040307</id><published>2010-05-09T11:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:35:54.214-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was an awesome Mother's Day. Hayley did a great job making my day special. It was the sweetest thing to see her so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked her up from school on Friday, she had a Mother's Day card in hand. It is precious and hilarious, and even has pop-out hearts . It reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Happy Mother's Day. I love you so much that I can't ever not be with you. I think for a mom that you are the best mom on the planet to me. I love you. You can never, ever, ever, ever get away from me&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny is that! I love that she loves me so much that she can't ever be away from me - never mind that I am her sole provider. She kind of sounds like a cute little stalker too - you can never, ever, ever, ever get away from me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-cy5bWZJpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Pn0R63dH-Bg/s1600/DSC03697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-cy5bWZJpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Pn0R63dH-Bg/s320/DSC03697.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the best card in the world, I got a delicious breakfast delivered to me on the porch this morning - french toast, fruit, orange juice, and a latte. She also brought me flowers and a snow globe that says, "God couldn't be everywhere, so he created mothers."&amp;nbsp; Mother's Day was perfect. I am so thankful for my sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0nBVUkUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/blsBVX0bpH4/s1600/DSC03703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0nBVUkUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/blsBVX0bpH4/s320/DSC03703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0qx-GGyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n4sGTK74GbQ/s1600/DSC03702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0qx-GGyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n4sGTK74GbQ/s320/DSC03702.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0xMKxqVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XfUHMJUG0RA/s1600/DSC03699+%282%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-c0xMKxqVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XfUHMJUG0RA/s320/DSC03699+%282%29.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Thanks to my neighbors who helped Hayley put her plan into action.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3196881911607040307?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3196881911607040307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3196881911607040307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3196881911607040307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-cy5bWZJpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Pn0R63dH-Bg/s72-c/DSC03697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4737503024672589370</id><published>2010-05-06T08:49:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:55:29.053-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am super thankful for porch-time. I love sitting on a porch&amp;nbsp;in pretty weather, drinking&amp;nbsp;good wine, chatting about life, listening to music, and watching crazy dogs play. I think porch-sitting is one of the best ways to take a load off and relax. So often too, these are times when friends are gained and memories are made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-McLAcD9EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_X_tRxBJ6zk/s1600/DSC03653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-McLAcD9EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_X_tRxBJ6zk/s400/DSC03653.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my neighbor, Dan&amp;nbsp;on a porch night. He&amp;nbsp;may have&amp;nbsp;the best porch of anyone I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4737503024672589370?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4737503024672589370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4737503024672589370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4737503024672589370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S-McLAcD9EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_X_tRxBJ6zk/s72-c/DSC03653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7823407920783543311</id><published>2010-04-29T04:01:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:02:02.671-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am very thankful for my sister. She has a kind, special heart like no one else I know. We have endured our share of trials and I regret not being a better sister to her when we&amp;nbsp;were growing up. I treasure the precious relationship we have developed&amp;nbsp;as we have grown older. She will always be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, she came to visit from college. The weekend went by way too fast and I cried when she left, but I am thankful for the time we spent. Our time together&amp;nbsp;is always special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mc-mCGQbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BiS4iP9K-n8/s1600/DSC03631%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mc-mCGQbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BiS4iP9K-n8/s400/DSC03631%5B1%5D.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mdGOJB43I/AAAAAAAAAPw/JM8zHkPl08w/s1600/DSC03644%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mdGOJB43I/AAAAAAAAAPw/JM8zHkPl08w/s400/DSC03644%5B1%5D.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mdMXUpwfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JoG9zl1TJuQ/s1600/DSC03648%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mdMXUpwfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JoG9zl1TJuQ/s400/DSC03648%5B1%5D.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate delicious food, drank a lot of wine, napped from drinking so much wine, laughed a lot,&amp;nbsp;analyzed relationships, got pedicures, watched The Runaways, sang in the car, went to a bar - twice, and got lost downtown. So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7823407920783543311?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7823407920783543311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7823407920783543311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7823407920783543311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday_29.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9mc-mCGQbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BiS4iP9K-n8/s72-c/DSC03631%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5130511259106033804</id><published>2010-04-28T02:54:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:54:29.845-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview With Hayley</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be cute to inteview Hayley and get her perspective on me. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something your mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;Clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;When her kid and dog spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;When she acts like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;A smart, pretty, good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom's favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Probably go shopping at Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mom became famous, what would it be for?&lt;br /&gt;Being a good person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;Answer 1. I don't really know what you're good for. Pause. Answer 2. Cooking dinner and making sure her kid has a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do for a job?&lt;br /&gt;Uses a computer for doing resources for plastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Probably spaghetti or pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;She helps me out all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mom was a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;Garfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;Go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;We look alike and we like to do kind of the same things, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we'll do different things. My mom reads books all the time and I mostly watch t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;Because she cares about me and she says she loves me and kisses me every day when she drops me off at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it and love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9g937o07VI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YdY2VmbqQkM/s1600/22732_1076307286024_1776492451_147662_98223_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9g937o07VI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YdY2VmbqQkM/s320/22732_1076307286024_1776492451_147662_98223_n.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5130511259106033804?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5130511259106033804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/interview-with-hayley.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5130511259106033804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5130511259106033804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/interview-with-hayley.html' title='Interview With Hayley'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9g937o07VI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YdY2VmbqQkM/s72-c/22732_1076307286024_1776492451_147662_98223_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6519628786122246532</id><published>2010-04-22T03:29:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:29:22.097-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for breakfast with my friend, Sara. We meet a couple of times&amp;nbsp;each month to grab a bite and catch up. This lovely lady is one of the kindest, smartest, funniest people I know. She is always understanding and has&amp;nbsp;a unique ability to help me&amp;nbsp;put things in perspective when I can't see clearly. I am extremely blessed to have her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9BcsJRe-lI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zfk5I00EfQQ/s1600/DSC03609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9BcsJRe-lI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zfk5I00EfQQ/s400/DSC03609.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not ask for a better friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6519628786122246532?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6519628786122246532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6519628786122246532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6519628786122246532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday_22.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S9BcsJRe-lI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zfk5I00EfQQ/s72-c/DSC03609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2905433570875470901</id><published>2010-04-20T03:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:30:44.988-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I live in a&amp;nbsp;cute, 2-bedroom apartment. It is not just&amp;nbsp;any living space, it is&amp;nbsp;my precious&amp;nbsp;home. It is a place filled with love, laughter, and memories.&amp;nbsp;My home is incredibly special to me because it is a reflection of who&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;things I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82yUTHmdyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lxu5cz0P7YE/s1600/home4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82yUTHmdyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lxu5cz0P7YE/s320/home4.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82y6cSgUrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_h-MP6qbHWY/s1600/home2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82y6cSgUrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_h-MP6qbHWY/s320/home2.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love my huge, comfortable bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82zLsojd9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N98nbEn65Zk/s1600/home5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82zLsojd9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/N98nbEn65Zk/s320/home5.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this reminder to seek peace wherever I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82zxbym5_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/SD2mtiTg3oY/s1600/home3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82zxbym5_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/SD2mtiTg3oY/s320/home3.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love&amp;nbsp;the stacks of books waiting to be explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S821DUkDdII/AAAAAAAAAOg/7yEdX95OIo4/s1600/home10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S821DUkDdII/AAAAAAAAAOg/7yEdX95OIo4/s320/home10.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love the comfortableness of this space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S821jKTl9rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/alMMKHxWk3s/s1600/home11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S821jKTl9rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/alMMKHxWk3s/s320/home11.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love the sweet&amp;nbsp;child that sleeps here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S822FWuJQYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QUw1tF0J7hE/s1600/home6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S822FWuJQYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QUw1tF0J7hE/s320/home6.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love this home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2905433570875470901?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2905433570875470901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2905433570875470901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2905433570875470901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-place.html' title='My Place'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S82yUTHmdyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lxu5cz0P7YE/s72-c/home4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6059031489313116633</id><published>2010-04-16T07:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:07:01.493-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things About Me</title><content type='html'>A couple of friends shared "about me" posts on their blogs. I thought I would join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;RIGHT NOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;Am- a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;I Have- a daughter that brings me joy.&lt;br /&gt;I Wish- I could travel more.&lt;br /&gt;I Want- to become a more involved animal &amp;amp; environmental activist.&lt;br /&gt;I Fear- getting older.&lt;br /&gt;I Hear- The Raconteurs singing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I Search- for ways to live a more simple life.&lt;br /&gt;I Wonder- who I will marry.&lt;br /&gt;I Regret- that my parents don’t live closer.&lt;br /&gt;I Love- sleeping-in, wine, and yoga.&lt;br /&gt;I Always- kiss my daughter before she goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I Usually- read before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not- mellow enough. This is something I need to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;I Sing- A LOT. Music is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;I Never- watch scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;I Cry- when I laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Always- as patient as I should be.&lt;br /&gt;I Need- my morning coffee before I can function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play along and re-post.... I&amp;nbsp;want to learn some things about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6059031489313116633?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6059031489313116633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6059031489313116633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6059031489313116633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-about-me.html' title='Things About Me'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3919823858741242630</id><published>2010-04-15T07:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T02:22:45.095-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Hello there, Thankful Thursday. I've been missing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for concerts. Music is like&amp;nbsp;religion to me; it makes my spirit happy. Last weekend I saw one of my favorite artists perform live and it was amazing. David Gray has been on my "bands to see before I die" list for many years and&amp;nbsp;his show was brilliant. I am so grateful I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to get any clear photos of the stage because of the lighting, but&amp;nbsp;below is one of me and my friend, Ryan.&amp;nbsp;Look at&amp;nbsp;how happy we are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, David Gray for an excellent show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8dhBjbcISI/AAAAAAAAANw/wSsjYGmwnkM/s1600/24693_1255378510486_1410277378_30573292_6310951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8dhBjbcISI/AAAAAAAAANw/wSsjYGmwnkM/s320/24693_1255378510486_1410277378_30573292_6310951_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3919823858741242630?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3919823858741242630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3919823858741242630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3919823858741242630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8dhBjbcISI/AAAAAAAAANw/wSsjYGmwnkM/s72-c/24693_1255378510486_1410277378_30573292_6310951_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6014775769785419100</id><published>2010-04-14T08:03:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:25:10.961-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I went on a hike with some friends and my dog. The hike holds meaning for me for a couple of reasons. &lt;em&gt;Number&amp;nbsp;1&lt;/em&gt;. I get to strike a line through an item on&amp;nbsp;my 30 by 30 list. &lt;em&gt;Number 2&lt;/em&gt;. I am reminded of&amp;nbsp;how much walking is a meditation; a&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;for personal reflection. I am intrigued by the following thought&amp;nbsp;from Rebecca Solnit that she shares in her book, Wanderlust. "The subject of walking is, in some sense, about how we invest universal acts with particular meanings. Like eating or breathing, it can be invested with wildly different cultural meanings, from the erotic to the spiritual, from the revolutionary to the artistic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we often&amp;nbsp;forgo chance and hinder meaning as we drive around in our cars, always in a rush. We overlook experiences and abandon outlets&amp;nbsp;when we do not walk. Soren Kierkegaard wrote, "In order to bear mental tension such as mine, I need diversion, the diversion of chance contacts on the streets and alleys because association with a few individuals is actually no diversion. It is the accidental and insignificant things in life which are significant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YTV_rPDlI/AAAAAAAAANg/PBcEn0AEbuk/s1600/24693_1255378750492_1410277378_30573294_2759965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YTV_rPDlI/AAAAAAAAANg/PBcEn0AEbuk/s320/24693_1255378750492_1410277378_30573294_2759965_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YOcpKTFoI/AAAAAAAAANY/RBpqu9_wKK8/s1600/24693_1255379470510_1410277378_30573299_6541044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YOcpKTFoI/AAAAAAAAANY/RBpqu9_wKK8/s320/24693_1255379470510_1410277378_30573299_6541044_n.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YTo9xtQEI/AAAAAAAAANo/NzHFcTGAgBA/s1600/24327_395039398472_733178472_4033313_3211704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YTo9xtQEI/AAAAAAAAANo/NzHFcTGAgBA/s320/24327_395039398472_733178472_4033313_3211704_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I can roam, wander, and choose to pursue a certain course. I love the option of chance, the unplanned and the unforeseen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for my next walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6014775769785419100?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6014775769785419100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6014775769785419100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6014775769785419100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/04/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S8YTV_rPDlI/AAAAAAAAANg/PBcEn0AEbuk/s72-c/24693_1255378750492_1410277378_30573294_2759965_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2336457385976098734</id><published>2010-03-25T08:07:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:07:22.426-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that self-tanning lotion is not permanent. This is what I have done to myself. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6uw6gaqqbI/AAAAAAAAANI/sgTABkfHMeg/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6uw6gaqqbI/AAAAAAAAANI/sgTABkfHMeg/s200/photo.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is that I am right-handed...meaning&amp;nbsp;the left arm looks fine...the right, not so much. It has been determined that I&amp;nbsp;will now be called "toasty arm" because I sprayed a small spot in the shape of a piece of toast. Mmmm...arm toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6u0JxycWkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AlhBdyKVMaM/s1600/toast1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6u0JxycWkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AlhBdyKVMaM/s200/toast1.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2336457385976098734?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2336457385976098734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2336457385976098734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2336457385976098734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6uw6gaqqbI/AAAAAAAAANI/sgTABkfHMeg/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6486619061873636235</id><published>2010-03-19T09:08:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:12:52.812-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30 List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6PYgj8dJII/AAAAAAAAAM4/upbay4AFLZo/s1600-h/30-sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6PYgj8dJII/AAAAAAAAAM4/upbay4AFLZo/s200/30-sign.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;need to do some things before I&amp;nbsp;turn 30. Some are big tasks, others small - all important to me. Here are 30 things I will do by 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Buy a pair of Toms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Get my second tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Adopt a pug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Take a knitting class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Knit a scarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Read at least one book per month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Expand my music collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Continue with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; See Dave Matthews Band perform live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Find a church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Volunteer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Go on a hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; Watch The Lord of the Rings dvds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; Take a guitar lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Visit San Francisco and/or New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; Watch all of the Harry Potter dvds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; Do lots of yoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; Continue my annual trip to the Georgia wineries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; Strive to be a&amp;nbsp;better parent&amp;nbsp;every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; Go to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;21.&amp;nbsp; Attend some cool concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;22.&amp;nbsp; Go to an outdoor festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;23.&amp;nbsp; Pay off debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24.&amp;nbsp; Spend quality&amp;nbsp;time with friends &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;family.&lt;br /&gt;25.&amp;nbsp; Add some funky jewelry to my stash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;26.&amp;nbsp; Send someone flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;27.&amp;nbsp; Have a family photo shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28.&amp;nbsp; Go roller skating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;29.&amp;nbsp; Go to the drive-in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;30.&amp;nbsp; Participate in the Muddy Buddy race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"I don't want to get to the end of my my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it, as well."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;-Diane Ackerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6486619061873636235?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6486619061873636235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-30-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6486619061873636235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6486619061873636235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-30-list.html' title='My 30 List'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6PYgj8dJII/AAAAAAAAAM4/upbay4AFLZo/s72-c/30-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5695800157873684404</id><published>2010-03-19T05:54:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:35:31.830-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have haphephobia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6OruQ099lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZCJxIGPZUXk/s1600-h/phobia.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6OruQ099lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZCJxIGPZUXk/s200/phobia.png" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have just diagnosed myself with haphephobia. I have it...I'm sure of it. See description of diagnosis below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haphephobia is an intense, irrational fear of being touched. The person coping with this phobia may also exhibit an overwhelming fear of touching others. Some haphephobic individuals are fearful of their personal space being encroached upon, while others may be fearful of contamination through touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am freakishly&amp;nbsp;frightened&amp;nbsp;by germs. I hate being touched by someone I don't know...it gives me the willies. I am terrified that someone will invade my personal space/time. Crap, maybe this is why I'm single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5695800157873684404?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5695800157873684404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-haphephobia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5695800157873684404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5695800157873684404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-haphephobia.html' title='I have haphephobia.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S6OruQ099lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZCJxIGPZUXk/s72-c/phobia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3667252759756224094</id><published>2010-03-15T05:22:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T05:23:25.205-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S55NJIm8LpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/72jQ44OHfdI/s1600-h/books-042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S55NJIm8LpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/72jQ44OHfdI/s200/books-042.jpg" vt="true" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a portion of my twenties in a bad relationship; a relationship that forced me to give up many things that I love. I have always loved to read and I gave it up because I was consumed by&amp;nbsp;a person&amp;nbsp;that required all of my attention. He is no longer in my life and I am thrilled that&amp;nbsp;I finally have the chance to do things I love again. I have spent a lot of time catching up on my reading this year and&amp;nbsp;that makes me truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a&amp;nbsp;little review on what I have read so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Distant Land of My Father by Bo Caldwell&lt;/strong&gt;. Great book about a girl growing up in Shanghai, China and&amp;nbsp;her relationship with her&amp;nbsp;father. I recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen&lt;/strong&gt;. Story of a girl admitted to a mental institution. Very interesting - definitely makes you think. Maybe we are all crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club: True Tales from a Magnificent and Clumsy Life by Lori Notaro&lt;/strong&gt;. Cute short stories. Maybe a little too crude for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precious by Sapphire&lt;/strong&gt;. A winner, but hard to read. Deals with the mental/physical/sexual abuse a young girl endures&amp;nbsp;from her parents. I watched the movie over the weekend - the book is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started a new book - Wanderlust: A History of Walking by Rebecca Solnit. I absolutely love it so far. I can't wait to keep reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3667252759756224094?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3667252759756224094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3667252759756224094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3667252759756224094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S55NJIm8LpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/72jQ44OHfdI/s72-c/books-042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1224719689829367689</id><published>2010-03-12T05:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:53:17.278-11:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Work-out Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5pwqX97drI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8ICPnfZF7Hw/s1600-h/fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5pwqX97drI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8ICPnfZF7Hw/s200/fan.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to my new gym yesterday. It was day two and I almost had to quit. I have a peculiar phobia of fans and the new gym has the largest fan I have ever seen in my life. It's like a helicopter propeller. I mean BIG. I don't really know what provoked my fan phobia, but I have always been scared of them. As a child, I would worry that the blades were going to fly off and chop me up in little pieces. To this day, a twirling fan makes me very anxious. Lucky for me, the fan was whirling about in a fairly slow motion. I was okay. If it would have been going any faster, I would have had to quit the gym (or risk being chopped up in little pieces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed strong and got busy on the treadmill. A couple of machines down, a chunky guy climbed up on a treadmill with a personal trainer by his side. A few minutes later, the chunky man had dropped to his side, arms flailing about, treadmill still going. I'm pretty sure he was making some kind of noise, but I couldn't hear him because my music was so loud. The trainer ran to his side and helped him up. I immediately turned my head, swallowed as hard as I could, and bit my tongue, attempting to control my laughter. Every female in my family has this problem - we laugh when people get hurt. It sounds awful, but it isn't because we think the injury is funny. It's the actions leading up to the injury and the reaction of the injured person that is funny. Either way, chunky guy was fine. And I got a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1224719689829367689?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1224719689829367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/eventful-work-out-session.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1224719689829367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1224719689829367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/eventful-work-out-session.html' title='An Eventful Work-out Session'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5pwqX97drI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8ICPnfZF7Hw/s72-c/fan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1462311040097851852</id><published>2010-03-11T05:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:40:38.520-11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday!</title><content type='html'>It is Thursday, a reminder to reflect on some things I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the gym. I joined yesterday! I am excited to spend my lunch breaks getting myself&amp;nbsp;in better&amp;nbsp;shape. I am also excited to lose the 10 pounds I have gained since Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kcrsqNndI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eJU2eBzHGjM/s1600-h/Gym.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kcrsqNndI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eJU2eBzHGjM/s200/Gym.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Forever21.com. Yesterday, I found the perfect dress for my 10-year high school reunion coming up in May. Check it out...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kbArbeFDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dab4e6RIb0g/s1600-h/dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kbArbeFDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dab4e6RIb0g/s200/dress.jpg" vt="true" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am thankful for American Idol. I appreciate the opportunity to break away from everything else&amp;nbsp;and enjoy watching Casey James rock it out. I think I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kczkOlV7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1eEUu8PiLGg/s1600-h/casey+james.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kczkOlV7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1eEUu8PiLGg/s200/casey+james.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1462311040097851852?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1462311040097851852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-thursday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1462311040097851852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1462311040097851852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5kcrsqNndI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eJU2eBzHGjM/s72-c/Gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7631296385855814535</id><published>2010-03-08T15:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:41:33.906-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on here. I missed Thankful Thursday again last week, but I have an excuse, actually a couple of excuses. Work has been crazy. We have acquired an intern from Germany and I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time helping him get situated. I also had a math test and psychology midterm due last Friday. I passed both, so I am feeling much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going amazing with One-Hat-Bill. We have been on a few more dates and I am totally into him. I am a little surprised at how much we have to talk about. It feels special to talk to someone for hours and not even realize that time has passed you by....that is good stuff. He has proven to be very kind by the little things he does. I need to write them because I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He always tries to help when I am overwhelmed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He went with me to take the German intern out to lunch and to get groceries on our second date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He took me to church on our third date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He usually brings a bottle of wine when he comes over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will not let me pay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He played Monopoly with me and Hayley for over an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is out of town for the week, but texts and calls often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He tipped the pizza delivery man $10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am still so excited about One-Hat-Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am late, I would like to say that I am thankful for my scientific calculator. (And my sister for letting me borrow it because they are expensive). This handy tool helped me pass my test and breeze through my homework tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5W3WhbFlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/DR2-JKW6E4Y/s1600-h/calculator.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5W3WhbFlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/DR2-JKW6E4Y/s320/calculator.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7631296385855814535?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7631296385855814535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7631296385855814535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7631296385855814535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S5W3WhbFlII/AAAAAAAAAMA/DR2-JKW6E4Y/s72-c/calculator.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-3513063043414215626</id><published>2010-02-25T09:31:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:39:50.860-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for laughter. I am incredibly blessed to be surrounded by people that make me laugh. In the past week, I have laughed until I've cried and almost peed in my pants a&amp;nbsp;lot. I have snorted countless times because that is what I do when I laugh really hard. My friends are&amp;nbsp;hysterical and they tell funny stories. I have heard about an&amp;nbsp;outrageous incident involving an airplane bathroom. I have heard about plummeting off of a ten foot ramp while skiing. I have heard a co-worker's account of jumping off a ladder and landing on a metal rod....it was funny, I promise - the irony, not the injury. Yesterday, I attempted to push my single friend/co-worker into a cute boy at lunch. She choked on her coke. That was funny. I have taken part in&amp;nbsp;numerous conversations/comments about being a baldface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that laughter really is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp;funny friends...being silly with you is priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4a3XRnXu2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfHVra4raCo/s1600-h/IfYouLaugh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4a3XRnXu2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfHVra4raCo/s200/IfYouLaugh.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-3513063043414215626?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3513063043414215626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3513063043414215626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/3513063043414215626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_25.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4a3XRnXu2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfHVra4raCo/s72-c/IfYouLaugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-6786541744261769041</id><published>2010-02-22T10:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:38:05.982-11:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Hat-Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4L20wY9z3I/AAAAAAAAALo/MGDVwWQq9ko/s1600-h/hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4L20wY9z3I/AAAAAAAAALo/MGDVwWQq9ko/s200/hat.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Friday night I went on a date with a man that is now called One-Hat-Bill. (Thanks Julia, for the creative label. I totally love it.) He earned his nickname because he likes to wear a black newsboy cap. Anyway, I happen to think One-Hat-Bill is pretty great. He is unique and creative, cultured and intriguing, and he has a determined love for God. We met at a Japanese restaurant for dinner. The food was good and the conversation was perfect.&amp;nbsp;I just love talking to One-Hat-Bill. It is such a nice change to meet someone who shares my values and beliefs. We have another date scheduled for this Friday. I cannot wait for Friday! I am trying not to get my hopes up too much, but that is hard when you think someone is so fantastic. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-6786541744261769041?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6786541744261769041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-hat-bill.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6786541744261769041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/6786541744261769041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-hat-bill.html' title='One-Hat-Bill'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S4L20wY9z3I/AAAAAAAAALo/MGDVwWQq9ko/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8944380357516733449</id><published>2010-02-18T08:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:43:08.131-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I missed Thankful Thursday last week. Lately I have been feeling overwhelmed in most areas of my life and could not find the inspiration to focus on my writing. This brings me to my topic for this Thursday. &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am thankful for yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My life is crazy. I am&amp;nbsp;usually busy making sure that all is taken care of.&amp;nbsp;Juggling&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;job, my nine year old daughter,&amp;nbsp;3rd grade homework, college homework, a hyper-active dog, dinner, showers, and chores&amp;nbsp;usually results in exhaustion.&amp;nbsp;Yoga&amp;nbsp;encourages me to take&amp;nbsp;a moment&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;concentrate on the present.&amp;nbsp;It allows me the opportunity to&amp;nbsp;be centered on my own mind, body, and spirit.&amp;nbsp;It has helped me to heal when life has&amp;nbsp;been too hard. I am so thankful&amp;nbsp;for the peace and clarity that yoga&amp;nbsp;gives to&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S32XR4O0dSI/AAAAAAAAALg/k67kZNJDUX8/s1600-h/breathe_magnet01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S32XR4O0dSI/AAAAAAAAALg/k67kZNJDUX8/s200/breathe_magnet01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8944380357516733449?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8944380357516733449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8944380357516733449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8944380357516733449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_18.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S32XR4O0dSI/AAAAAAAAALg/k67kZNJDUX8/s72-c/breathe_magnet01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-1566242163081447480</id><published>2010-02-16T10:03:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:03:32.777-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3sH4EFCMLI/AAAAAAAAALY/llubDNFcIzY/s1600-h/bird+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3sH4EFCMLI/AAAAAAAAALY/llubDNFcIzY/s200/bird+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day, I was sitting on my couch reading a book. Hayley was on the computer, most likely Facebooking. She turned around and asked, "Mom, do you think Mrs. Bassett is in her 20's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs. Bassett is her 3rd grade teacher and she is in her 20's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded that Mrs. Bassett is indeed in her 20's. Hayley turned to look at me again and said, "No offense Mom, but you look like you are in your 30's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I turned 28 less than a month ago. Thanks Hayley).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-1566242163081447480?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1566242163081447480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/mouths-of-babes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1566242163081447480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/1566242163081447480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/mouths-of-babes.html' title='The Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3sH4EFCMLI/AAAAAAAAALY/llubDNFcIzY/s72-c/bird+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4486641779504836421</id><published>2010-02-14T14:00:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:02:06.653-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine: a sweetheart chosen or complimented on Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my sweet valentine nine years ago and I have been in love ever since. My valentine makes me laugh and cry. My valentine makes me feel things that I have never felt before. My valentine makes me a better person every day. My valentine teaches me love, compassion, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I am so thankful for my favorite valentine. I love you Hayley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3ib6oH_hfI/AAAAAAAAALI/VeSaYj45snI/s1600-h/DSC03009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3ib6oH_hfI/AAAAAAAAALI/VeSaYj45snI/s200/DSC03009.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4486641779504836421?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4486641779504836421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4486641779504836421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4486641779504836421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-valentine.html' title='My Favorite Valentine'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3ib6oH_hfI/AAAAAAAAALI/VeSaYj45snI/s72-c/DSC03009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-4485861582754197932</id><published>2010-02-10T05:52:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:52:00.324-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Man</title><content type='html'>This is a funny story about a date I went on a few months ago. I did not see any humor in the situation when it happened, but I can laugh about it now....a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy on the online dating site. He was a successful pilot, and he was smart and funny. I was pretty excited. On date night, he showed up at my door with a bouquet of flowers. Good idea. We went to dinner at a&amp;nbsp;great restaurant and a had a&amp;nbsp;nice conversation. During dinner, I mentioned that my friend's band was playing in the area. He suggested that we go grab a drink and listen to the band. Another good idea. We snagged seats at the bar and ordered drinks. As we relaxed and&amp;nbsp;enjoyed the music, the unthinkable happened. The pilot totally ripped a fart...right there at the flipping bar! Really bad idea. I'm assuming that he was under the impression I couldn't smell anything because I had been suffering from sinus issues. It was one of those silent, but deadly moments and no such luck...I could smell. The flatulence continued throughout the evening. I was horrified and disgusted and finally said that I was tired and needed to get home. When we got out to the car, that crazy tried to kiss me. Gross! He dropped me off at my apartment and attempted the awkward lingering act. Again, I let him know that I was exhausted and ready for bed. He left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three minutes later, I get a text. "I am just so tired. I kinda wish you would have asked me to crash on your couch". Wow...guy has some serious balls. It wasn't like I forgot to invite him to stay...I promise you&amp;nbsp;it was intentional. I certainly wasn't looking to wake up in the night with a stinker trying to sneak into my bed. I didn't respond to the text or return any phone calls for a couple of days. I guess he got the hint because I didn't hear from him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: It's not&amp;nbsp;cool&amp;nbsp;when you are expecting a polished pilot and you get a gas man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3LkGxVRAoI/AAAAAAAAALA/1xZjtoQO2To/s1600-h/darth-vader-gas-mask-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3LkGxVRAoI/AAAAAAAAALA/1xZjtoQO2To/s320/darth-vader-gas-mask-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-4485861582754197932?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4485861582754197932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/gas-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4485861582754197932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/4485861582754197932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/gas-man.html' title='Gas Man'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S3LkGxVRAoI/AAAAAAAAALA/1xZjtoQO2To/s72-c/darth-vader-gas-mask-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7169851612285240939</id><published>2010-02-04T05:31:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:32:35.275-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I got the inpiration for Thankful Thursdays from my friend and fellow blogger, Julia. Each Thursday I would like to begin&amp;nbsp;recording something that I am thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I am thankful for birthday celebrations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I celebrated my 28th birthday last week. It was special&amp;nbsp; for me because it was spent with sweet family &amp;amp; friends. It was spent with people that make me laugh...people that inspire me. I&amp;nbsp;am so happy to celebrate the beginning of another year with&amp;nbsp;people that are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2rrt2X6NxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiX0wcZZzFs/s1600-h/ss1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2rrt2X6NxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiX0wcZZzFs/s320/ss1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Julia, Hayley, and I at Sips 'n' Strokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On birthday eve, we went to Melting Pot. Super delicious, even though we didn't get chocolate. No worries...we had wine &amp;amp; Reeses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2rr2OjZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H0GXVyHzxjg/s1600-h/birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2rr2OjZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H0GXVyHzxjg/s320/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lunch at Milanos with my&amp;nbsp;sis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mexican for dinner. Great atmosphere. Great band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7169851612285240939?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7169851612285240939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7169851612285240939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7169851612285240939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2rrt2X6NxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiX0wcZZzFs/s72-c/ss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5260593797673215613</id><published>2010-02-02T07:32:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:06:16.850-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher From Kentucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2huUEBKorI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0Zd4EgJUV68/s1600-h/220px-Question_mark_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2huUEBKorI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0Zd4EgJUV68/s200/220px-Question_mark_svg.png" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's true. Someone at&amp;nbsp;the dating site thought I was compatible with Christopher from Kentucky. Unfortunately the site will not allow me to save his photos, so you will not get the full effect of this&amp;nbsp;goon. Please trust me when I&amp;nbsp;tell you that&amp;nbsp;you are&amp;nbsp;missing out on a super-sexy, v-neck&amp;nbsp;shirt that accentuates some&amp;nbsp;attractive chest hair. Below I have copied the text straight from his profile for your reading. In red text, I&amp;nbsp;highlighted some specific topics that I felt were extra creepy. This is real.&lt;/div&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher – Louisville, Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I work at the post office I sort mail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*This should be two sentences. I don’t see a period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height 6 ’0”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicity: White, non-Hispanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most influential person in Christopher's life has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brothe he is smart with 22years of computer experience. &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I value his knowledge even though I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;feel he has much more than that to offer.&lt;/span&gt; He has a family that he puts his time into. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*He states that his brother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;is the most influential person in his life, but he doesn’t have much to offer besides computer experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three things which Christopher is most thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• haveing my own place and keeping it mostly in order have a roof over my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• haveing a job to maintain my lifestyle even though it is just me and not spectacularI and a bit boreing half the time I don't mess around &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I am not a player&lt;/span&gt; and do what I can to keep my priorities strait even though I feel so alone &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Please note…he is not a player. Imagine that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• going to the gym when I am a member it helps to distract me from being lonely and depressed about being alone with out a special love in my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of Christopher's best life-skills are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Being a good friend and companion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Finding pleasure and contentment in simple things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Managing my finances &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing Christopher wishes MORE people would notice about him is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sincear I usealy am how real I try to be. how eager to please people I feel conected to. I don't care for lies and or being fake. The farthest I go most of the time since my teens and before are white lies. I don't care for being dishonest/baldface lieing. I realy dislike baldface lieing. I want sincerity, honesty, some one trust worthy and open to being real, some one that is not a faker with their personality. how much &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;chemistry in a relationship not just sex, though I do want sex&lt;/span&gt; I want to be loved. I wish women would see how hard I look for true love and wish women would go on a date with me to see me I need help finding love. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*He is not looking for “just sex”, but he does want sex, in case you are interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things Christopher can't live without are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;• a job got to have something to pass the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;* Apparently he has a job to pass the time. I have a job to pay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• a roof over my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• the hope I will find a decent woman to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• my silly since of humor that is amuseing to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• love, I can only be a shell of a man with out it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing people notice about Christopher is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I am an talkative, that I am outgoing open. I try to be respectful maybe that I am chipper at time. That I have a warm and easygoing personality. I am good at small talk. Maybe from time to time I am nervous around new or beautiful women when getting to know them. I like to laugh I do that a bit but some times I am quiet when feeling alone or unappreciated or wanted. cause &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I am lonely my hornieness gets the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;better of me and at time's I may try talking dirty, or about sex and or relationship stuff. I get eager wanting to talk about sex, relationship, or talking dirty when I am alone with a woman, or around other unformilar people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*I’m not even sure what to say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some additional information Christopher wanted you to know is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want true love. I want a serious relationship. I do what I can to be real. I don't beleive in baldface lieing. I have not had many lovers/girlfriends, and want someone who has not had much more experience, or maybe less. I want a decent woman. I do what I can to be a decent man. lust is mainly important to feel wanted and cherished. I think thats the way for most everyone who wants to be wanted or desired, lust is not the only factor in a relationship, but it can be important at times. I am and have disired to being a hopeless romantic since my early to mid-teens, and live with heartach still looking for my own love. I am lost being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher typically spends his leisure time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.v., vidieo games, and getting out to the movie theaters. I don't realy play vidieo games any more. I no longer have any one to play with, very regular I haven't been going to my brother's much. For the last year to a year and a half I have been trying internet dateing with little to no luck. I got a motor cycle that I have had for 2yr's and have not riden it much just have not given myself much time 4 it. I do join a gym now and again when I push myself to find time for it. I would like to get out more being alone its hard to find fun doing things alone so much. I do what I can to be a decent man. I want to be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last book Christopher read and enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shanara books and some &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;dungeons and dragons&lt;/span&gt; nothing real deep. I just not much of a reader. just want to be more active lately have been thinking about wanting to get more into reading? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Yay...dungeons and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dragons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher's friends describe him as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Affectionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hard Working &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Loyal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Passionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that only Christopher's best friends know is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't realy have a best friend any more. The best friend I have moved away towards the end of high school. He live around a hundred miles away. I have gone to see him around ten times give or take in the last 10 years maybe more. He has only come to see me once cause he had some dance to go to? &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;He realy kindof&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;sucks as a best friend realy&lt;/span&gt;. since high school. I have worked to earn a liveing. I have moved around 6 times, and have changed jobs about a handfull of times to better my situation. I may have had about 10 jobs or so since late highshool not to many in the last 5 years or so. I have not been jobless for very long in between. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*Apparently his best friend sucks at being a best friend, so why is he your best friend????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;not a &amp;nbsp;heartless person and I truly&amp;nbsp;feel sad for this man. I just wonder how creepy one can actually be? And who the crap&amp;nbsp;thought I would be compatible&amp;nbsp;with Christopher From Kentucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5260593797673215613?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5260593797673215613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/christopher-from-kentucky.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5260593797673215613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5260593797673215613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/christopher-from-kentucky.html' title='Christopher From Kentucky'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2huUEBKorI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0Zd4EgJUV68/s72-c/220px-Question_mark_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-8085021507975563681</id><published>2010-02-02T02:58:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:58:58.049-11:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2dHUcbK1mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7OVvHgulfWc/s1600-h/Your-Bucket-List.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2dHUcbK1mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7OVvHgulfWc/s200/Your-Bucket-List.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I experienced a&amp;nbsp;sort of spiritual shift last Thursday....on my 28th birthday. It was the startling discovery that I am&amp;nbsp;an adult. This should not be an astounding revelation for me. I have a child; a&amp;nbsp;small being that is completely dependent on me. I have a job, an apartment, and bills that I am solely responsible for.&amp;nbsp;Still, something&amp;nbsp;feels different. It is the realization that it is time to&amp;nbsp;attain my hopes and dreams, rather than&amp;nbsp;view them as&amp;nbsp;future intentions. There are many&amp;nbsp;goals that I have planned to obtain at some point in the future. I am suddenly&amp;nbsp;struck by&amp;nbsp;the inevitable&amp;nbsp;certainty that time is flying by and aspirations must become achievements.&amp;nbsp;I am truly amazed&amp;nbsp;at how&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;28 years have passed. I have compiled myself a list of goals to complete this year. I am going put unconditional effort into accomplishing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will take a knitting class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will spend time volunteering&amp;nbsp;for causes that are important to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will travel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will spend more time with the people I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will pay off as much debt as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start my tiny 2010 bucket list! Many details to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-8085021507975563681?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8085021507975563681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8085021507975563681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/8085021507975563681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/02/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S2dHUcbK1mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7OVvHgulfWc/s72-c/Your-Bucket-List.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5302034562152215163</id><published>2010-01-22T05:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:15:21.502-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1jLMxJtApI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uD8b_lMTpfs/s1600-h/kindness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1jLMxJtApI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uD8b_lMTpfs/s200/kindness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am often amazed at how the universe works. I am especially in awe of the&amp;nbsp;joy I receive when&amp;nbsp;I can help another. I don't have a lot of money and my spare time is&amp;nbsp;limited&amp;nbsp;as a&amp;nbsp;single parent with a&amp;nbsp;full-time job, sometimes making me feel that&amp;nbsp;I have nothing left to offer anyone else.&amp;nbsp;I so love the moments&amp;nbsp;when I can. I&amp;nbsp;have been contemplating ways that I&amp;nbsp;may be able to&amp;nbsp;extend&amp;nbsp;some type of&amp;nbsp;service and realize that these precious moments&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;happen when least expected. I bought a sweater as a Christmas gift for someone. It didn't fit the recepient and they didn't seem seem interested, so I planned to return it to the mall. A couple of weekends ago, I stopped&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;convenience store&amp;nbsp;and noticed a girl about my age sitting in alone in the cold, except for her German Shepard&amp;nbsp;who sat&amp;nbsp;on top of her as a coat. She smiled at me and said hello. After we talked for a moment, I offered her the sweater from my car and she graciously accepted it. I don't know the girl's story or why she was sitting there. I know that I was not able to change&amp;nbsp;her life in any extraordinary way,&amp;nbsp;but I am thankful for the occasion to offer her&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;bit of&amp;nbsp;kindness and a&amp;nbsp;sweater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5302034562152215163?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5302034562152215163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5302034562152215163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5302034562152215163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweater.html' title='A Sweater'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1jLMxJtApI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uD8b_lMTpfs/s72-c/kindness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7471558946526016540</id><published>2010-01-19T04:20:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:36:31.061-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1XNUIRGIEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rHFOxftBXgU/s1600-h/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1XNUIRGIEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rHFOxftBXgU/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Idiocracy: the idea that people are getting dumber all the time. I sit and wonder if this theory applies to me. I was hoping to have a wonderful story about my date with the chiropractor, but I can hardly muster up the words to share. The date was fine. He was nice. That is about it. Dinner was good&amp;nbsp;and bowling was fun, but I mainly&amp;nbsp;felt empty. I felt that I wanted to be with someone else. Dustin. So, here&amp;nbsp;we have &amp;nbsp;a super cute guy that is smart, ambitious, and thinks I am great, and I feel nothing. Why do I have to be the girl that needs fireworks? Why can't I just play it safe and be happy? I don't know, but i can't. I have never been able to do it. I need to feel magic. Dustin makes me feel magic. Am I crazy? Am I becoming dumber each day? Am I completely insane to end the relationship with the chiropractor or is it&amp;nbsp;smart&amp;nbsp;to follow my heart? I think it may be hard, but maybe I need to take the risk. What is life without a few risks anyway? As James Morrison says, "Love is hard. If it was easy, it wouldn't mean nothing." I sure like that boy that makes my heart skip a beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7471558946526016540?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7471558946526016540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/idiocracy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7471558946526016540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7471558946526016540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/idiocracy.html' title='Idiocracy'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S1XNUIRGIEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rHFOxftBXgU/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-5721583732210259645</id><published>2010-01-14T06:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:58:55.395-11:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a wino........</title><content type='html'>When I picked my nine year old daughter up from school yesterday, she eagerly handed me a piece of artwork made special for me. (See below.) The drawing included two glasses of red wine and read, "For you. Time to drink". I accepted the sketch with a a slight feeling of panic wondering if&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;teacher&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;witnessed the incriminating piece of paper.&amp;nbsp;I love wine. As a matter of fact, I love almost every type of wine that I have ever tasted and I usually enjoy a&amp;nbsp; glass or two on the weekends. But that is about it. I rarely&amp;nbsp;even drink it during&amp;nbsp;the week, but&amp;nbsp;I suddenly&amp;nbsp;felt a concern that the entire community could presume me an alcoholic. I did not want to make a big deal about this to my daughter, but suggested cheerfully&amp;nbsp;that we only draw pictures of wine at home. I&amp;nbsp;definitely received a laugh from her thoughtfulness and now I'm just hoping that I don't receive a phone call requesting a parent-teacher conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S09WuwtAoNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JG97xZg0GHU/s1600-h/Hayley%27s+Picture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S09WuwtAoNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JG97xZg0GHU/s320/Hayley%27s+Picture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-5721583732210259645?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5721583732210259645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-might-be-wino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5721583732210259645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/5721583732210259645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-might-be-wino.html' title='You might be a wino........'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S09WuwtAoNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JG97xZg0GHU/s72-c/Hayley%27s+Picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-463277042292102795</id><published>2010-01-13T07:40:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:10:21.447-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="cssfloat: right; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S04MIXI_bMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VORF3f_FcpU/s400/collage.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I thought I would make a fun list of some of my favorite things. They are nothing fancy, but&amp;nbsp;I enjoy them so much.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I don't know what I would do without them because they make me so happy. Sometimes it is all about the simple things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1. I adore these Converse ballet flats. They are probably my most favorite shoes ever, except mine are in metallic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.converse.com/"&gt;http://www.converse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2. I totally dig this Trader Joe's Moisturizing Body Lotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;http://www.traderjoes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. I am obsessed with Epsom salt. It doesn't matter if I am sick or sore, it works wonders. I think it is magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4. I am currently jamming to James Morrison. Amazing artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamesmorrisonmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.jamesmorrisonmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5. Middle Sister Wine. I discovered this little jewel at Target. My favorites are the Rebel Red Table Wine and the Smarty Pants Chardonnay. Totally delicious and inexpensive. About $10.99 a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/"&gt;http://www.middlesisterwines.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6. The Balance Collection by Marika. Best yoga pants.&amp;nbsp;They fit really well and look awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marika.com/"&gt;http://www.marika.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7. I love love love Nap Socks from Brookstone. I do not sleep a night in the winter without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brookstone.com/"&gt;http://www.brookstone.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8. Sips and Strokes may be the coolest place ever. Take your bottle of wine, or whatever you wish for that matter, and paint your heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sipsandstrokes.com/"&gt;http://www.sipsandstrokes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-463277042292102795?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/463277042292102795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/463277042292102795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/463277042292102795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-favorite-things.html' title='Some Favorite Things'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S04MIXI_bMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VORF3f_FcpU/s72-c/collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2157977619132968656</id><published>2010-01-12T08:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:30:10.991-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old. In with the new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0zPElmIWUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ndjSzlZqxJg/s1600-h/Facebook2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0zPElmIWUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ndjSzlZqxJg/s200/Facebook2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to fire Dustin a.k.a. New Years Break-up from my life. He is officially deleted from Facebook, which means no more cyber-stalking. I have developed a fresh attitude towards the loss. Instead of feeling gloomy and glum, I feel eager and enthusiastic. I am proud of myself for making a positive decision to let go of something that was unhealthy, even though I did like it a little. I have made a choice to focus on greater things in my life and I will be much more careful to recognize and&amp;nbsp;eliminate negative matters going forward. This may prove to be a full-time job for me. Nevertheless, I am letting go of the old and embracing the new and I believe amazing things are coming. I actually have a date this Friday, which I am super excited about. His name is Matthew and we met on the dating site. He is in chiropractic school, which is a huge plus! Our emails and conversations have gone extremely well, and he seems sweet, smart, and genuine. I am certainly hoping for the best. Do you think it would be terrible if I asked him to adjust me on our first date? Kidding. That would be entirely awkward. I am going to spend the rest of the week on promising subjects, including anticipating my date. Wish me luck with Mr. Chiropractor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2157977619132968656?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2157977619132968656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2157977619132968656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2157977619132968656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old. In with the new.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0zPElmIWUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ndjSzlZqxJg/s72-c/Facebook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-7777633136085845223</id><published>2010-01-07T13:05:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:43:50.701-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ab3nk1mrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W8BiS7ObIQA/s1600-h/heart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ab3nk1mrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W8BiS7ObIQA/s200/heart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424194181032942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to sharing with you some of my hopes/plans for the year and some excellent dating stories.  But not today. Today I am having a hugely hard time not calling the New Years Day Break-up. As I sit at my computer and read the emails that we have exchanged for the hundredth time, I wonder why I feel the need to torture myself.  His email is so sweet and he actually requested that I call him so that we can at least maintain our friendship. He won't call me because I asked him not to. I am desperately trying to remember that the call would only lead us even deeper in to an unhealthy relationship. I should just spare myself any more pain.  Of course I have resorted to stalking him on Facebook, and I am dying to know if he also views my profile 15 times each day. I know that our values do not align, but oh how I like him. He made me laugh. He was so much fun. I could talk to him about pretty much anything.  He is even a vegetarian like me. I am encouraging myself to look at the bigger picture and accept that we have some great things in common, but that does not mean the relationship is right. My, how hard it is. Today I want to call him, but I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-7777633136085845223?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7777633136085845223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/phone-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7777633136085845223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/7777633136085845223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ab3nk1mrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W8BiS7ObIQA/s72-c/heart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-2278450495033024708</id><published>2010-01-07T08:30:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:04:12.965-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ZLYdS5BUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YnYa6oRphHU/s1600-h/Empty+Coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424105684767147330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ZLYdS5BUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YnYa6oRphHU/s200/Empty+Coffee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some universal laws that we all must follow. Rules that everyone should understand and observe.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you drink the last cup of coffee,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a fresh pot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It is not a hard concept to grasp. As a matter of fact, it is a common courtesy and all coffee drinkers should be happy to comply. I have a daily routine when I arrive at work. A good routine. A routine that I enjoy. My morning normally starts out catching up on emails with a delicious cup of coffee in hand. Sadly, yesterday this was not the case for me. My productive schedule was interrupted by a person who drank the last cup of coffee and left the pot high and dry. What the crap man? (Please note: If I am the first person in the office, I will make the first pot. There is no expectation that someone else should make it first, but this is what always happens). Anyway, I made another pot and moved on to checking my emails and relishing my morning treat. The real shocker happened when I went back for my second cup and...nothing. Not a single drop left. This is the day that I became the coffee monster. I am not completely sure what I am going to do about this dilemma. I'm thinking of monitoring the break-room and handing out caution slips to offenders....3 strikes and you're out kind of thing? Julia suggested posting a sign in the break-room explaining the universal law. I think I will. I will take the positve approach and have faith in my fellow colleagues to do the right thing. I will be watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-2278450495033024708?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2278450495033024708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee-monster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2278450495033024708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/2278450495033024708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee-monster.html' title='Coffee Monster'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0ZLYdS5BUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YnYa6oRphHU/s72-c/Empty+Coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-404976962587860298</id><published>2010-01-06T14:13:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:36:13.865-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts &amp; Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0U1mzKqBRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WvZOS8m-H68/s1600-h/LimeMargarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0U1mzKqBRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WvZOS8m-H68/s320/LimeMargarita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423800266923836690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really excited about starting my new blog this 2010! The year honestly did not start out as well as I had hoped. I was seeing this guy for a little over a month and I broke things off on New Years Day. It seemed that we were going in different directions, so I decided that it was best for both of us to move on. Thanks to my bestie Shelly and the pitcher of margaritas that we shared, life on New Years Day was alright and my troubles were mostly forgotten. Don't get me wrong, I liked him. I apparently did not realize just how much I liked him because the next day it hit me. I spent the day in my bed sobbing and over-analyzing everything that went wrong. The rest of the weekend involved a bottle of red wine, way too much pumpkin pie, and a number of hot baths. I am doing much better now and currently resisting the urge to make the dreaded phone call to tell him hello. This is a good thing because my marvelous friend/co-worker, Julia would be really mad if I did. Right now I am hopeful that all of this will work out just as it should. Cheers to putting on big girl panties and being strong. And cheers to great friends who share margaritas when you need help doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-404976962587860298?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/404976962587860298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-really-excited-about-starting-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/404976962587860298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/404976962587860298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-really-excited-about-starting-my.html' title='Broken Hearts &amp; Best Friends'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0U1mzKqBRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WvZOS8m-H68/s72-c/LimeMargarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523701421382962236.post-552694940633044024</id><published>2010-01-05T13:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:50:18.887-11:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0PsUr0X69I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bc4AhsfPG8g/s1600-h/bird+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0PsUr0X69I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bc4AhsfPG8g/s320/bird+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423438216388144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you see, I joined a dating site to introduce myself back to the dating world after months of mending my broken heart from a bad break-up. Needless to say, it has not gone extremely well. And what better way to get my creative juices flowing than to compose my own public diary?! I hope to provide you with as much amusement as I receive pretty frequently from these characters, along with some other oddly captivating moments in my life. I unknowingly seem to be on a life mission to put myself in the most awkward situations possible. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523701421382962236-552694940633044024?l=mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/552694940633044024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/552694940633044024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523701421382962236/posts/default/552694940633044024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlydazedoftenconfused.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00510840349188820331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/TFAxKdvcx9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TGk_xCiOfNc/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5YLH2-P3r4/S0PsUr0X69I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bc4AhsfPG8g/s72-c/bird+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
