<?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-13351541</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:12.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nanaimobeauty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113881254575959901</id><published>2006-02-01T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:49:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor said......</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe what she just said to me......&lt;br /&gt;Could you please repeat that?&lt;br /&gt;I think my head is about to explode....&lt;br /&gt;My hearing has gone...&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to faint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michelle, if there are things in your life you would like to do before you die, I think you should consider them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113881254575959901?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113881254575959901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113881254575959901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113881254575959901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113881254575959901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2006/02/doctor-said.html' title='The Doctor said......'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113719494679285422</id><published>2006-01-13T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:08:31.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's resolutions</title><content type='html'>How many people make a resolution only to have it collapse before the first couple days are over in January? I generally won't make resolutions because I know I won't follow through. This year was different because at the stroke of midnight I was sleeping (not from too much alcohol or too much partying), I was sleeping because I had been suffering from the flu for 2 days. During those long 60 hours I thought of many things and how crappy I really felt. Then the heavens opened up when I finally had an epiphany (damn I hope that is the right word)......it is time I started living my life for me and nobody else. Pretty sad when a 40 yr old woman has to realize that she has lived her life for everyone but herself. But I did and I do. It's now almost the middle of January and I am settling into the living my life for me and no body else. I guess it will really mean something if next month at this time I can say the same thing.......wait and see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113719494679285422?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113719494679285422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113719494679285422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113719494679285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113719494679285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113449406715479349</id><published>2005-12-13T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:14:27.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Christmas Chaos to Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>Why does the Christmas season bring out the worse in a lot of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the stress of figuring out what to buy each person on your list?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the stress of venturing through the crowded malls?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the stress of having to deal with relatives that piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is GET OVER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year comes every year at this time, if it stresses you out you have had the last 11 months to figure out how to fix it.  The holiday season is about sharing with people you care about.  It's about giving to those who don't have as much as you.  Yes, I have family members who piss me off to no end but why let them ruin my time, and no I don't drink so being drunk isn't an option for me to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do to lessen the stress of the Holiday Season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to the stores about a month earlier than you are doing now.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can and realize you aren't super human and delegate.&lt;br /&gt;Take some time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Help out for an afternoon at the local soup kitchen or at the local Charity Organization to gather and sort out presents and food for the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Take your foot off the acceleration, speeding through the traffic isn't going to get you there any time sooner.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!  (many of us have lost someone to the dangers)&lt;br /&gt;Invite a friend who doesn't family around or a place to go into your festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is a time of the year to celebrate, be good to each other and to strangers.....&lt;br /&gt;Pay it forward......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113449406715479349?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113449406715479349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113449406715479349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113449406715479349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113449406715479349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-christmas-chaos-to-christmas.html' title='From Christmas Chaos to Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113398648195200822</id><published>2005-12-07T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:14:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven....</title><content type='html'>When we reach Heaven, will all those people we love be there?&lt;br /&gt;Is it another life up there or do we just keep getting reincarnated and brought back down to keep giving to each other? When we reach a certain age it seems that more people are leaving us than are coming into this world.  In the end I don't want a service to celebrate my life and what I brought to it, I want one heck of a party when I reach those pearly gates.  The invitee's list will be fairly long, I want all those people that meant something to me to be there and all those people that I lost touch with in my Earthly life that have since passed to be there too.  John Lennon will be invited as well as Elvis, Lucille Ball, Dale Earnhardt, Tommy Douglas, and anyone else that would bring some excitement to my party.  There will be lots of music, dancing and food.  There won't be alcohol or drugs because too many people in my life had problems with them.  But then again it is Heaven, I doubt whether there is any addictions up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Garry, I am sorry we lost you yesterday but I know you will be one heck of an addition to Heaven's celebration......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113398648195200822?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113398648195200822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113398648195200822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113398648195200822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113398648195200822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/12/heaven.html' title='Heaven....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113329422456281518</id><published>2005-11-29T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:57:05.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topics coming soon to a blog near you....</title><content type='html'>Gun control....hunters and policing forces&lt;br /&gt;Drug use...should pot be legal?&lt;br /&gt;Reality T.V.....why?&lt;br /&gt;Hockey....why it's Canada's favourite game&lt;br /&gt;Turning 40....the good, bad and ugly&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing a teenager...is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship counselling....is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Vibrator's.....pro and con&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113329422456281518?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113329422456281518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113329422456281518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113329422456281518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113329422456281518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/topics-coming-soon-to-blog-near-you.html' title='Topics coming soon to a blog near you....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113216387869408956</id><published>2005-11-16T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:57:58.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to Lunch.....</title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything to write about.  I can't even think of anything to contribute to Alison's and Scott's "He said/She said" blog.  Too many things to do around the house right now, painting and Fall cleaning being my least favourite things.  It's the time of year to shop for Christmas, and I really hate shopping.  I am looking for any suggestions to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wise I am out for an extended Lunch Break............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113216387869408956?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113216387869408956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113216387869408956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113216387869408956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113216387869408956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/out-to-lunch.html' title='Out to Lunch.....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113149316245224359</id><published>2005-11-08T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:39:22.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the demons</title><content type='html'>We all have our Demons to face and the best thing we can do is to face them head on.  This week I have had the opportunity to face one of my biggest Demons, and have to pat myself on the back for doing such a wonderful job of it.  It's taken me 15 years to be able to face him but given the opportunity in the 7-11 yesterday I did it.  I did it with grace and dignity and didn't let him know how much he really did impact my life.  I gave him respect for his opinions and left it at that.  Today I woke up feeling much lighter in spirit and not so afraid of the past.  I feel sorry for that Demon and have to honestly say I am glad that the road went the way it did.  Honesty and Integrity always wins out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113149316245224359?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113149316245224359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113149316245224359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113149316245224359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113149316245224359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/facing-demons.html' title='Facing the demons'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113096522250917809</id><published>2005-11-02T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:28:59.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa Resolution....</title><content type='html'>Today I sit and watch the celebration of life for Mrs Rosa Parks. Up until several years ago and into my adulthood I never knew who Mrs Parks was or the effect that she had on the American Civil Rights Movement. Many times during this celebration I have found tears in my eyes due to the words that these many people have had for this woman. I have to honestly say that I once felt Reverend Al Sharpton was just a blowhard but after today I have respect for what he has to say. Mr Lowry, who I still am not sure who he is, has many powerful words and the actions to back it up. He is a man who I would like to know more about. Mrs Park's simple action to sit down on a bus and not give in to the racist actions of those around her gave birth to the movement of giving people the rights they should have had in the first place. I hope her words and legacy never fade away and that we keep teaching our children and our grandchildren what the world should be about and not let the few with their small minded views and actions lead our world into a darker place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113096522250917809?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113096522250917809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113096522250917809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113096522250917809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113096522250917809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/11/rosa-resolution.html' title='Rosa Resolution....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113078487950079351</id><published>2005-10-31T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:54:39.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween....</title><content type='html'>Like the bears and the bikini's I think I have gone into Hibernation mode....&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was soccer day, and of course like 4 out of the last 5 games it was raining like hell was waiting for me and the wind was going to blow me there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?&lt;br /&gt;Who cut the communications line between my mouth and my brain?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the gym seem to have moved 500 miles away and still be in the same place?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do with my Halloween costume?&lt;br /&gt;When will I wake up?&lt;br /&gt;And why did Dr Dreamy choose his wife over Dr Gray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113078487950079351?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113078487950079351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113078487950079351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113078487950079351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113078487950079351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113052590942090622</id><published>2005-10-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:58:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Times</title><content type='html'>Certain times of the year are more lethal than others.  No I am not talking about Hurricanes or Flooding or even Earthquakes, I am talking about flu season.  The one reason I love living where I do on the West Coast is the lovely seasonal changes.  The colours in the Spring and the Summer just take your breath away as well as the different ways that the sunrise changes throughout the years.  Before some of you fall asleep from my boring banter I best start on with what I decided to talk about, and before I friggin' well forget what it was I wanted to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year almost everyone gets sick, whether it be the flu or just the seasonal cold.  Time to attack with echan something and Vitamin C.  That is where I sit right now, I have that cold coming and then going but always sitting right there threatening to kick my ass.  When I feel that bug coming I usually try to sweat it out but for some reason this time I have been sitting on my ass and wallowing in it.  Right now everyone has something going on, babysitting or getting ready for a holiday or working and me I am doing nothing and wanting to do nothing.  So yesterday where do I find myself.........In front of the Television under a warm blankie with the Soaps on......GASP.......yes, I was totally disappointed and shocked with myself to be there......When I was working I used to tape quick a few of the soaps and watch them at night but for the last 4 or 5 years I haven't had any desire to get dragged back into the world of intrigue and lust....hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;I watched One live to Live, General Hospital, As the World turns and All my Children.  It's sad to say but after about 30 minutes I was able to see where the characters were from when I watched them so long ago..........please say a prayer for me so I can find something better to do with my time instead of watching them...........Damn crooked American politicians have overtaken As the World turns today but they better be gone by the time General Hospital starts in 3 minutes...................This isn't what I wanted to blog about today, my attention span lasts about 3 minutes, I must start recording these ideas so they are as good as they seemed in those first 30 seconds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113052590942090622?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113052590942090622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113052590942090622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113052590942090622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113052590942090622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/dangerous-times.html' title='Dangerous Times'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-113028258423339646</id><published>2005-10-25T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:23:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Google</title><content type='html'>Having a lazy day, wanting to act like a slug and just sit in front of the computer with a cup of tea and a muffin?  Be afraid, very afraid because this action could cause some really bad things to happen. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will do Google searches to see who in the world has the same name as people I know, or if people I know are really psycho killers in disguise.  The latest searches has discovered that this woman who I really can't stand has been married several times and has another child I didn't know about.....biatch&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I sell real estate in Las Vegas, that I am a vice president of a huge company, and I have a Phd in some kind of human studies.&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking of these searches recently exposed my daughter as a Porn Star!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell off my chair when I started reading what my daughter did in a secret life. I took great lengths to name my child, to make sure she didn't have PMS initials, that her name couldn't be made fun of.......DAMMIT anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would suggest to you all that you do a Google search on the ones you love and check out their mystery lives.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-113028258423339646?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/113028258423339646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=113028258423339646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113028258423339646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/113028258423339646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/dangers-of-google.html' title='The Dangers of Google'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112990974893215394</id><published>2005-10-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:49:08.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braindead</title><content type='html'>I  can't think of anything to write, I am too pre-occupied with getting my 15 yr old daughter back to school.  The teachers of B.C. have been on strike for 2 weeks and it is slowly driving me around the bend, down the road and wanting to take the ferry.  Teenagers need to be in school, away from their parents for that 6 hours a day just so each gets a break.........But it does look like the teachers and the slimy Liberal government will be coming to some kind of agreement thanks muchly to Vince Ready.........I have my fingers crossed and anything else that I can cross!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112990974893215394?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112990974893215394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112990974893215394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112990974893215394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112990974893215394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/braindead.html' title='Braindead'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112922343243850644</id><published>2005-10-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:10:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad little ditty...the pink bunny</title><content type='html'>The story starts out with a instrumental version of the Beverly Hillbillies...........&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I tried to make a limerick out of it but all I could get was a lass who was a pain in the ass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as the story goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the year 19**, and we were all young and stupid which is generally what all teenagers are.  Michelle was a naive and fairly innocent girl who trouble seemed to follow in more ways than one.  It was Halloween night and Michelle and her friend Krista were going out for some Halloween fun.  Krista was the girl that all the guys wanted to do, and she liked it that way.  Michelle on the other hand was just stupid enough to follow Krista into some of the adventures that always ended up bad, for Michelle anyway.  Krista was dressed up like a Black Cat and Michelle was dressed up like a pink bunny.  Krista went the sexy black cat in a tight spandex  while Michelle went for the fuzzy pink jammies that had feet attached.  The girls drive up in Michelle's 1969 Montego to Krista's latest boyfriend's house, who was a prick to put it politely and never did like Michelle because Krista kept her around to keep Krista out of too much trouble.  Being a late bloomer at 17 Michelle had never drank before that night but decided to get through the night she must drink the 40 pounder of Rye that they had brought with them.  One swig after another in the car and then drink after drink in the house of the Prick, she was going to get through this night without the Prick's nastiness bothering her.  Needless to say that only about an hour later she found herself in the Montego with the other people going to a party, if memory serves her right there was Krista, the prick and a couple of his nasty Prick friends.  The darkness of being very drunk was setting in, and as Michelle tried to get out of the car she couldn't do it, the doors seemed locked from the outside.  Voices were calling for her to climb out of the window....why was she supposed to climb out of the window and why was it so hard to actually move across the back seat to get to the window on the passenger's side?  Climbing out of the window and reaching the ground?  As she was led across the street she looked back and saw her priced Montego in the ditch...on the road the ditches were like gulley's and her baby had been parked too close to the side and had slid into the ditch....Mistake #2 of the night&lt;br /&gt;The cold marble of the entranceway was the next thing Michelle remembered, voices and people trying to get her to the bathroom....But these idiots at this party wouldn't let this drunken fool just stay at the entranceway or even in the bathroom to die in peace, No they had to pull her outside onto the front lawn...Mistake #3&lt;br /&gt;Michelle tries to figure out why she is so cold, why she feels so wet when she knows she has warm fuzzy jammies on, why she keeps hearing loud noises in her ears, why she feels her ribs getting booted....Mistake #4,5,6&lt;br /&gt;Drifting in and out of conscienceness she discovers that she is alone and nobody is there, of course her friend is off with her Prick and his Pricky friends, out in the back seat of her Montego that had since been pulled out of the ditch....why wasn't she dead by now?&lt;br /&gt;The next alertness brings forth too much heat, Michelle is in front of a fireplace feeling like she is burning up...Ding Ding, wake up assholes these jammies Michelle has on are highly flammable....Mistake #23 by now&lt;br /&gt;It's not until Michelle screams out in pain that she is moved from the fire and everything goes dark...........................&lt;br /&gt;The next day arrives and Michelle is miraculously waking up in her own bed, but when she looks in the mirror all she sees is her hair stuck to her face and a body that looks like she has been in a to the death fight.  Krista had stayed sober the previous night and driven them home.  Michelle was lucky to be alive and until Krista saw all the bruising on Michelle's body she thought everything she had done the night before was funny.  She explained to Michelle the various adventures she had had, that Michelle had been pulled outside onto the lawn and hosed down, that people had been lighting off firecrackers all around her and been shooting at her from the sundeck with a BB gun, and when the night was almost over her jammies had been lit on fire at the cabin down the dark road....at least she didn't have to drop before she was rolled to put out the fire....&lt;br /&gt;This was Michelle's first episode with alcohol, enough to kill most people, not enough to stop her from drinking and not near enough to stop Krista from hanging out with Pricks who liked to abuse Michelle........&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      THE END...or is it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112922343243850644?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112922343243850644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112922343243850644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112922343243850644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112922343243850644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad-little-dittythe-pink-bunny.html' title='A sad little ditty...the pink bunny'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112896768112058450</id><published>2005-10-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:08:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering nothing</title><content type='html'>During the week I wake up and take my daughter to school then come home get a cup of tea and sit in front of the computer to get the daily update.  I check my email and then I go through the Hockey sites, the Nascar sites, the gossip sites, the blogs  and the News sites, not in that particular order but that is generally the norm for my surfing.  After reading what the world has to offer I generally just shake my head at the ignorance of the world and wonder why I am not doing something more productive.  I remember the old saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all", that usually stops me from posting a lot on some of the blogs I read.  I try to figure out why when I have the best and strongest spam protection I still get some crap in my email about Viagra or Mortgages?  I don't take drugs and I don't have a Mortgage, for crying out loud leave me alone.  Yes a lot of people hate me when they find out I am a 40 yr old single woman who has no mortgage but I just stick my tongue out at them and say "neener neener neener", hard work and having some rich cronies that have died made me as fortunate as I am today.  A couple of guys could have had all my money at different times in my adult life but lucky for me I always fall for the men who are unattainable.  My best thoughts and ideas always come at night when I am far away from my computer or just too damn tired to get up and type them up.  By morning the ideas are gone and I stammer on like I am doing today.  Today is Thanksgiving in Canada and my daughter and I are going down to the Salvation Army and help feed those less fortunate than we are.  Pay it forward.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112896768112058450?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112896768112058450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112896768112058450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112896768112058450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112896768112058450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/remembering-nothing.html' title='Remembering nothing'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112835351091595912</id><published>2005-10-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:36:52.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say....but probably true</title><content type='html'>Which Tarot Card Are You?&lt;br /&gt;You are the Fool card. The Fool fearlessly begins the journey into the unknown. To do this, he does not regard the world he knows as firm and fixed. He has a seemingly reckless disregard for obstacles. In the Ryder-Waite deck, he is seen stepping off a cliff with his gaze on the sky, and a rainbow is there to catch him. In order to explore and expand, one must disregard convention and conformity. Those in the throes of convention look at the unconventional, non-conformist personality and think What a fool. They lack the point of view to understand The Fool's actions. But The Fool has roots in tradition as one who is closest to the spirit world. In many tribal cultures, those born with strange and unusual character traits were held in awe. Shamans were people who could see visions and go on journeys that we now label hallucinations and schizophrenia. Those with physical differences had experience and knowledge that the average person could not understand. The Fool is God. The number of the card is zero, which when drawn is a perfect circle. This circle represents both emptiness and infinity. The Fool is not shackled by mountains and valleys or by his physical body. He does not accept the appearance of cliff and air as being distinct or real. Image from: Mary DeLave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Fool Card" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Koshari/1072670251_rotTheFool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112835351091595912?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112835351091595912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112835351091595912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112835351091595912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112835351091595912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/10/hard-to-saybut-probably-true.html' title='Hard to say....but probably true'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112792882822912272</id><published>2005-09-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:33:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am listening to.....</title><content type='html'>At this moment on my computer/ipod I am listening to...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Knows it but me-Tony Rich Project&lt;br /&gt;Mama- Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me-Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Imagine- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Luv me Luv me- Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Give Peace a chance- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Angel- Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Fat Bottomed Girls- Queen&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Mistake- Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;Hot Child in the City- Nick Gilder&lt;br /&gt;Stand by Me- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;The Stroke- Billy Squire&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night- Bay City Rollers&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom Blitz- Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Heaven- Uncle Kracker&lt;br /&gt;From this Moment On- Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;Revolution- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Love?- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Angel- Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;How- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;God - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Modern Love- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Mother- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Retarded- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Woman- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Kryponite- 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;You Shook me all Night Long- AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Boy- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Starting Over- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Californication- Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;I will Remember You- Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112792882822912272?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112792882822912272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112792882822912272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112792882822912272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112792882822912272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-am-listening-to.html' title='What I am listening to.....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112741623393110237</id><published>2005-09-22T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:10:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/bertHead.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/bertHead.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Bertuzzi is the man!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112741623393110237?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112741623393110237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112741623393110237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741623393110237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741623393110237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/todd-bertuzzi-is-man.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112741620364343992</id><published>2005-09-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:10:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/tony.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/tony.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony's smokin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112741620364343992?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112741620364343992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112741620364343992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741620364343992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741620364343992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/tonys-smokin.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112741617116695501</id><published>2005-09-22T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:09:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/dale%20jr.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/dale%20jr.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I like Nascar and am one of the millions of Junior fans&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112741617116695501?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112741617116695501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112741617116695501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741617116695501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741617116695501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112741647734408467</id><published>2005-09-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:14:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down....</title><content type='html'>I love Nascar but I have to say that my heart belongs to Hockey....&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til October 5th when hockey is on television once again.  As hard as the NHL/NHLPA strike was it really has made the league better.  Teams that were once hurting financially have been given the chance to make it work.  Canada has lost several teams due to this problem and I hope that we won't have to lose anymore.  Nascar Nextel Cup only has 9 races left so in November it won't be such a loss since I can spend my nights watching hockey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112741647734408467?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112741647734408467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112741647734408467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741647734408467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112741647734408467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/counting-down.html' title='Counting down....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112725823303210598</id><published>2005-09-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:17:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You?</title><content type='html'>Are you stuck in Stupid?&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think creates a state of Stupidness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112725823303210598?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112725823303210598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112725823303210598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112725823303210598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112725823303210598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you.html' title='Are You?'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112672626389436332</id><published>2005-09-14T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:31:03.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing lives</title><content type='html'>Yesterday or whenever it was I finally talked about my Anxiety Disorder....this is something that is very hard for me to talk about...Having any kind of Disorder is a sign of weakness as far as my own brain is concerned, only my own not anyone else's....&lt;br /&gt;Discovering in my mid 30's how weak I really could be was not only frightening but very hard for me to accept.  We all live our lives waiting to be able to accept ourselves for who we are.  I always treated myself way worse than I would my worse enemy.  Then I got sick and had to start all over again, learning about myself and my strengths and many weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I wrote the other day, my illness resulted from Hypnotherapy that went wrong.  I could never figure out while under Hypnosis why I couldn't see anything in my mind but a dark, bottomless hole?  This happened for the 4 or 5 sessions that I had.  I always thought it was something to do with me because I was having major emotion but could never see anything.  It wasn't until I had to see a psychiatrist the following year that I learned that even the Psychiatric body never used Hypnotism anymore due to the small percentage of people that got screwed up....Well Thank you, where the hell were you last year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will never deny that I had a hard time growing up and came across many broken bridges that I had to swim across instead of walking over.  Much violence did my young eyes see.&lt;br /&gt;Some how some way my brain was brought back to a time in my life where things were very hard for me emotionally.  This is my assumption.&lt;br /&gt;What made things much worse was the couple years afterwards where Doctor after Doctor tried to prescribe those magic drugs that would make my life revert back....needless to say there wasn't a drug that did anything but make matters so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers and children aren't the only patients that need to be cautious about suicidal tendencies while on anti-depressants or anti-anxiety drugs.  I was misdiagnosed as Bi-Polar and put on a round of high potency drugs, then I was taken off those and put on a series of anti-anxiety/depressants, where the dosage just kept going higher and higher until early last year I believe  where I had to take control and say NO MORE.  At the time where I went cold turkey I was near an overdose state and not able to leave my house.  Each of these drugs played havoc with my mind and my body.  Weight gain, agoraphobia and memory loss hampered my life, this along with trying to raise my teenage daughter without her thinking her mother was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning my family thought I was faking it, which made it that much harder for me to deal with.  It wasn't until the symptoms were not going away that finally my Mom realized that this was not an act.  My friends left me because of a couple reasons, they didn't understand and they couldn't deal with me in such a drug induced state.  They believed that many people go through similar symptoms why can't you find a drug that works?  They were the same thoughts as I had in my head.  What was wrong with me that I couldn't get better?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until early last year or late 2003 that I started reading about people that just could not find the right drug, and that it wasn't them that were the problem.  Reading about adults who also felt suicidal taking the same drugs as I took. I then realized that I wasn't the only one.  I also decided that maybe I would never get back what I lost but I didn't need to lose anything more.  I went off the drugs and started venturing out past by comfort zone.  These times were extremely difficult and many anxiety attacks prevailed.  People were still ignorant about the whole process and many just didn't care enough to stick with me...but in hindsight it's their loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still drug free and venturing out beyond my comfort zone.  Talking about it on this public forum is very difficult for me but if I can help one person to know they aren't alone in their own ordeal is worth it to me.  My memory is shot, I have very little short term memory and my long term is very small, which makes me sad because there are a lot of moments of my daughter's growing up that I dont' remember anymore, I have a short attention span, I cannot read unless my anxiety level is low and I do have moments where I can't go out alone.  These are all situations that I know will not go away but they are situations that I will learn to live with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to ask me any questions that arise, as ignorance is the worse attitude someone can have regarding those people with any type of Disorder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112672626389436332?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112672626389436332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112672626389436332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112672626389436332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112672626389436332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/changing-lives.html' title='Changing lives'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112662728852874299</id><published>2005-09-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:01:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of this and a little of that</title><content type='html'>This weekend I kept thinking about what I would write down in my blog.  Many thoughts emerged but just as many were gone by the next day.  I watched Terry on tv this weekend and so many memories and thoughts came to mind.  Terry Fox was a great Canadian and a great human being, I can't say enough about this man.  He is still missed even 24 years after his death.  We don't have enough people in the world who care as much as he did.  If you know nothing about Terry, please search out information on him as it will certainly bring much to your life.  School started again and my daughter was looking forward to it.  I don't think there are many 15 year old's who look forward to school, but Sam was so bored near the end of Summer holiday's that she was happy to return to the routine. &lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I don't know if anybody knows about an illness that I have been suffering with since 2001.  I have Acute Anxiety disorder and some days I am totally paralysed with the affliction.  Please don't ever get Hypnotherapy done by someone who hasn't done it for long.  I was a thriving, outgoing individual before deciding in early 2001 to allow my personal trainer to hypnotize me.  She thought it would help with those extra 20 pounds I wanted to get rid of.  I had been working out hard for a couple months and was just gaining weight....duh muscle weighs more than fat....anyway, I let her do the procedure because she had said it worked for her.&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't seem right but I thought it was just me that was doing something wrong.  About 2 months after I started having major anxiety attacks at work and had to go off on disability.&lt;br /&gt;I will talk more about this at a later time....too much spent on this and a little of that posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been glued to the terrible situation in the Gulf coast.  Things seem to be getting a little better down there, but that isn't saying much when thousands and thousands of people have lost everything and will continue to live in shelters for months and months.  I have given to Red Cross and the Salvation Army to help with the feeding and sheltering of these displaced people. I hope they are able to still have hope that their lives will return to normalcy one day.  We have to remember about the longer term situations of the people of the Gulf Coast.  Six months down the road the rebuilding will have to start, and that will also need much help.  Please remember to give then too, Habitat for Humanity will be there to help.  The animals also need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had way more ideas in my head but at this time I can't remember a single one.....figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112662728852874299?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112662728852874299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112662728852874299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112662728852874299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112662728852874299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-of-this-and-little-of-that.html' title='A little of this and a little of that'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112554493122276988</id><published>2005-08-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:22:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers and Wishes for those in the Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>Watching since Katrina hit and devastated the Gulf Coast has really depressed me but I keep watching for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Today I remembers a couple of guys that I used to chat to in the HardPornLounge site, Bart aka Trab and Ken Bean aka ThatPorchDawg, both of these men lived in the New Orleans area, Ken with his dog and Bart with his family...tonight my prayers are with these men and their families and my hopes that they are all okay.  Ken was moving to Houston supposedly last year but I lost touch with him so I hope that he did make the move and wasn't witness to the destruction Hurricane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the media is blasting those individuals who are taking the law into their own hands with looting and causing chaos in the New Orleans area and some in the Biloxi area.  When I first heard about it I condemned those individuals also, but after watching today I realized that's what I would probably do too if I was in their shoes....A lot of these folks are poor and never had any way to escape Katrina, or they had sick family members and did not want or could not leave them.  Now the desperation is setting in with no sign of help for these people, so looting an already destroyed store is occuring.  I don't condone those idiots who are using guns and violence, because I am firmly against the gun laws of the U.S....freedom to bear arms my Ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I was poor and stuck with no water, no sewer, my house destroyed and water at least knee deep all around me I can't say I wouldn't be doing the same thing they are with the looting...I would do everything I could do to make sure my family had the essentials to survive.&lt;br /&gt;It's fine to say that help is on the way, but that's only because we who are watching the news can access that information....these poor people in the flooded areas do not probably have access....&lt;br /&gt;And what is this bullshit about the prisoners in the prison's getting help to leave when law abiding citizen's are dying on the sides of the roads???...that's just crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn the Television off and the computer and the newspapers and just live in my little bubble and not see the sadness and despair that these thousands of people are living with since Katrina but I can't....&lt;br /&gt;I got the opportunity after the Tsunami to assist Habitat for Humanity in Sri Lanka and I hope that at some point in time in the next year I will get the chance to head down south to help also.&lt;br /&gt;Please do your part any way you can, donate to the American Red Cross, or the Salvation Army or look up on the internet the other Organizations that are helping out the victims of Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where in the World you are, a victim is a victim regardless of the Country they are in and they all need our help.....We are one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112554493122276988?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112554493122276988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112554493122276988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112554493122276988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112554493122276988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayers-and-wishes-for-those-in-gulf.html' title='Prayers and Wishes for those in the Gulf Coast'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112535052433714560</id><published>2005-08-29T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:22:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>While waiting for the repairman today I have been watching CNN and the catastrophic results of Hurricane Katrina.  My thoughts and prayers go out to those who are affected by this natural disaster.  When are people going to learn that you don't play with Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Up here on the west coast of Canada, we don't get Hurricane's, or Tornado's, just the occasional Earthquake and a dreary wet Winter, but I know for sure if a Hurricane was going to be heading my way I would certainly do everything in my power to get the hell out of the way.  There isn't any material's in my house that aren't replaceable, other than my photo-albums everything else can be rebought.  I saw pictures of people sitting in their homes waiting out the storm, do they not realize that they could have just as easily died?  I have had friends who have lost their homes in these disasters but they still have their lives.  What is more important? &lt;br /&gt;With these natural disasters it brings out the good and the bad in people.  Crazy media people out in the Hurricane, someone give them a smack in the head.  People helping people, it is at times like this that humanity has to shine through. Looting was rampant in parts of some cities and price gouging had also started.  I hope these bastards realize what comes around goes around.  The scarey part of the day for me was watching the President address his country about the disaster and realizing why some people voted for him, the father figure syndrome....&lt;br /&gt;Again, my thoughts and prayers are with those who are effected by Katrina....Good Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112535052433714560?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112535052433714560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112535052433714560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112535052433714560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112535052433714560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/mother-nature.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112533071598485163</id><published>2005-08-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:51:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant day: Ignorant Smokers</title><content type='html'>Attention all ignorant Smokers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get that 30% of the population pissed off at me, I did say ignorant smokers not all smokers.......even though I think Smokers stink&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road I see those "ignorant" smokers flick their still lit butts out the windows,  there are those few arsenic laced butts that roll into the dried grasses on sides of the roads and ignite...."Poof" a fire erupts and that ignorant smoker just keeps going down the road flicking his or her butts out the window....This makes me so mad I want to ram those selfish bastard's vehicles and take them by the hair and make them pick the butts up...sort of like what you do with a puppy when they have done their business on the floor, put their noses close to the floor....Yes, I have smoked at a time in my life but only when I drank and was at the bar.  The time was not long and every morning I woke up stinky and my lungs ached from the poison's I had inhaled.  Kissing a smoker is like licking a dirty ashtray, no if's and's or butt's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Really, most smokers are selfish, as they don't care if they blow second hand smoke into my air.  If you don't care about your own health that's fine, your friend's and family will have to worry about that when you die of some smoker's related death but I don't care to have your shit in my lungs or your poisoned butt's in my environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112533071598485163?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112533071598485163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112533071598485163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112533071598485163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112533071598485163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/rant-day-ignorant-smokers.html' title='Rant day: Ignorant Smokers'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112490054195883800</id><published>2005-08-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:22:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men rings or something</title><content type='html'>I think there should be a law out there that dictates a man who is married, engaged, seriously involved or is just a player should have to wear some kind of warning system so that women can get an early caution.  No more of this SOME married men wear a ring, ALL MARRIED MEN should have to wear one.  The early warning system could go off with loud alarms when a man says he isn't seeing anyone or that his girlfriend and him aren't together anymore...."LIAR LIAR LIAR" would be a great alarm sound ....Now that isn't to say some women don't care, but some women just aren't that swift when it comes to men and relationships...Whether passing out in a man's shower and then him yelling at you while unconscience, "you can't stay on the floor like that my wife will be home in a few hours", or "so if I did tell you I was married would you still let me spend the night" or "please I need someone to talk to, you are the only one I can talk to and my girlfriend and I aren't together anymore"....Something has to be done before more innocent and naive women befall the wrath of the unfaithful man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Early warning signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be home before 10 pm&lt;br /&gt;You only have his work number and his cell number&lt;br /&gt;He only calls you from work, or a corner pay  phone&lt;br /&gt;If he does call from home he suddenly has to go "real quick"&lt;br /&gt;He says he is separated but talks to his wife everyday&lt;br /&gt;He lives with his wife but they don't sleep together&lt;br /&gt;He can only see you during the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like what's his name from Hill Street Blues used to say "Be Careful out there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: the author of this piece is in no way a professional concerning this topic and will deny that she knows anything about it&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112490054195883800?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112490054195883800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Less dark times...around 1984</title><content type='html'>this is dedicated to someone that i really feel a great deal about....&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how he will feel but here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i lay awake i look over at you&lt;br /&gt;sleeping so young and innocently&lt;br /&gt;the shape of your face is shadowed by a flickering candle&lt;br /&gt;such distinct features;&lt;br /&gt;    a nose of perfection&lt;br /&gt;    the eyes and lashes of an infant&lt;br /&gt;you hold me tightly&lt;br /&gt;letting me forget all that is wrong&lt;br /&gt;so secure and warm you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn to touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;to feel the tenderness and love you show me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers feel the bristle of a days unshaven face&lt;br /&gt;even they seem to soften to my touch&lt;br /&gt;as i run my hand over your face&lt;br /&gt;its silky as a baby's skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as i gaze as my sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be no worry in his face&lt;br /&gt;just thoughts of his boyhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;which at one time filled his growing mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize&lt;br /&gt;this sleeping face is one of a boy&lt;br /&gt;an innocent child&lt;br /&gt;who must become a many everytime he wakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passing time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years have passed, ones of which I longed for you each day.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the happiness you made me feel that made me want you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;It had its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Me and the world around have grown slightly but you and yours seem to have remained the unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would be better off if I could get you out of my thoughts but then would my life be the same?&lt;br /&gt;You taught me manys things Sir,&lt;br /&gt;It was you to actually taught me how to care for someone.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was something you really didn't want to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even know at the time that you were&lt;br /&gt;I was very mixed up and emotionally distraught when you grabbed a hold of me&lt;br /&gt;It caught me off guard and swept me away&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had ever held me like you did&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like I did when I was with you&lt;br /&gt;I in turn guess scared you because you realized that I hadn't taken it as a game like you&lt;br /&gt;You will always be special to me, even though to you I will only make bad things happen and bring back terrible memories&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if it was a different time and a different place we could have cared for each other...&lt;br /&gt;but like I said only maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember I&lt;br /&gt;as the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;will forever live because&lt;br /&gt;as you know&lt;br /&gt;dreams and the dreamer never die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment of laughter...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the tears that I had earlier cried&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed and at ease&lt;br /&gt;Once again opened up for a happier moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the curtain fell&lt;br /&gt;The scene was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the players masks removed&lt;br /&gt;They were not as they seemed&lt;br /&gt;We were not as we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;You were not as I wished you'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance had achieved it's goal&lt;br /&gt;Personal success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play over...&lt;br /&gt;It had made me laugh but now I cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything must have a beginning and an end...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words though flow from one sentence to the other resulting in a thought or a feeling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my words flow forever in and out of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my favourites and my not's...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just remember:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the hated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I truly love you much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112424880577999006?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112424880577999006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112424880577999006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112424880577999006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112424880577999006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/less-dark-timesaround-1984.html' title='Less dark times...around 1984'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112424789443002659</id><published>2005-08-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:04:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More poems found....early 80's dark times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cares or KNows....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone and unloved, what is she to do?&lt;br /&gt;All grown up and still no one to turn to...&lt;br /&gt;Her life seems so meaningless why is she here?&lt;br /&gt;Why not end it now before it gets any worse?&lt;br /&gt;One less person now in the world, and still no one knows or cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burning Tears....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears that so often flow through my beatened and battered soul;&lt;br /&gt;Only these tears bring pain...&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I always seem to attain, it bores into the emptiness of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is bitter and sharp, it leaves the outside the same....&lt;br /&gt; Empty and throbbing feelings which cut deeply into my hollow soul....&lt;br /&gt;The burning sensation and scraping fear drain into my hardened expression.&lt;br /&gt;These invisible scars will forever remain because of these tears that eternally flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Trusted Friend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent many a day together but those days were mainly in the minds of each other.&lt;br /&gt;The times we spend with the secrets we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Lest we not forget the laughter that brightened our days and the good times that we hoped and made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;But now as time goes on my friend it seems we drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;It brings a tear to my sullen eye for the thoughts we told are so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts now seem to be shared with those I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Without you dear friend the world is one angry place, there is no one to help me in my times of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was feeling down, it was you who got me up and told me to smile and not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who always listened to my troubles though they seemed so little indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I always had hoped that you in turn could come to me whenever you were feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my trusted friend, please don't fade away for as we grow the thoughts we share mean that you and me will always be there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night escape...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying still afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;the only feeling is pain&lt;br /&gt;it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;tearing away at my body and mind&lt;br /&gt;release me&lt;br /&gt;let me loose&lt;br /&gt;i must defend my honor&lt;br /&gt;it's not supposed to be this way&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to feel only pleasure and never wanting it to end&lt;br /&gt;but no!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm yelling for help!!!&lt;br /&gt;please, help me i'm dying&lt;br /&gt;i'm being quickly robbed of myself&lt;br /&gt;treated like dirt&lt;br /&gt;an object&lt;br /&gt;worse a thing of no existance&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like that&lt;br /&gt;please believe me&lt;br /&gt;they've made  me look this way&lt;br /&gt;taken advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the battle is over&lt;br /&gt;the pain i'm told will cease to exist&lt;br /&gt;but for me it will remain&lt;br /&gt;scar me for life&lt;br /&gt;stored in the memory of my soul&lt;br /&gt;rescuing me from feeling for anyone&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember the pain and anguish&lt;br /&gt;the feelings of being used and violently tossed aside&lt;br /&gt;alone to mend my wounds&lt;br /&gt;it will harden my feelings for life and living&lt;br /&gt;lock away my emotions for the dreamer and romantic within&lt;br /&gt;somewhere inside my battered soul.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dreamer...&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;i'm now living a nightmare, one that will last until I wake.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I wake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mask...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mask to which most of us wear,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be something we're not,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting though that the only person you can't fool or hide from is yourself,&lt;br /&gt;As thick as the make-up or as hollow as the eyes you are still there,&lt;br /&gt;Something has to hold up the mask,&lt;br /&gt;Someone the strength to put it on in the morning and take it off at night,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, sleep knows of no masks,&lt;br /&gt;The sub-conscience sees only through the eyes not the slits that are cut wide enough to see out but no one to see in.&lt;br /&gt;To see in would show another face,&lt;br /&gt;The one that bleeds when cut and cries when hurt,&lt;br /&gt;No, this mask is made of sadness and anger,&lt;br /&gt;And held together by the many tears which fell upon it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112424789443002659?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112424789443002659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112424789443002659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112424789443002659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112424789443002659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-poems-foundearly-80s-dark-times.html' title='More poems found....early 80&apos;s dark times'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112416352564220637</id><published>2005-08-15T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:38:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First attempt</title><content type='html'>I have been tearing apart my house looking for my book of stories and poetry.  All I have found so far is dog hair and paper with doodling on it.  I have been writing for many years mainly short stories and poetry.  I also wrote some pretty hot exotic stories that a few years ago were published along with some poetry.  But of course I can't find them when I want them.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my first attempt at poetry when I was in Junior High School, it was a short poem about my Dad dying when I was 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young you were always there,&lt;br /&gt;As I got older the thoughts we shared,&lt;br /&gt;But then you had to go away...&lt;br /&gt;You Loving memory will always stay,&lt;br /&gt;Now is now, the Past is past should Childhood Dreams forever last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112416352564220637?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112416352564220637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112416352564220637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112416352564220637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112416352564220637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-attempt.html' title='First attempt'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112355490093316773</id><published>2005-08-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:35:00.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Drug Czar vs Marc Emery</title><content type='html'>So the big wig American DRug Czar comes to Canada to spew his venom and while he is blowing his horn our very own Marc Emery is in the crowd cat calling his speech...this upsets Mr Big Wig very much so he goes home and cries to his fellow blow hards and WHAMMO the American Idiots (not the band) come full cocked into Canada and arrest Mr Emery for selling pot seeds over the internet.  You would think that Mr A.D.C would have enough problems in his own country with crack cocaine and chrystal meth but once again the politicians who can't solve problems within their own borders go out and take the focus off their own and put it onto a lesser weaker foe.  It makes me just hurl.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way you can't automatically have a marjiuana grow op by buying pot seeds over the internet.  You have to know which plant is male and which plant is female, germinate them, spend thousands of dollars and many blown brain cells on equipment....growing marjiuana is not an easy task as I learned when I was a teenager.  My mom liked the plants, so I got some seeds from a friend's brother and stuck them in the ground....they grew but they were harmless green trees, not one ounce of pot could be cultivated...but my mom had her nice green plants she liked and I discovered that grow-ops just weren't my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later when I actually want to waste my time on the idiots in power and not on the important things going on in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112355490093316773?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112355490093316773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112355490093316773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112355490093316773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112355490093316773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/08/american-drug-czar-vs-marc-emery.html' title='American Drug Czar vs Marc Emery'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112287643160712590</id><published>2005-07-31T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:07:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great movies while pmsing</title><content type='html'>Tonight I watched a couple great movies, these movies have to be watched while feeling the pangs of pms, so you can cry, laugh and cry some more.........The movies were The Garden State and Nottinghill.  The Garden State was written and directed by Zach Braff from "Scrubs", it was a really great movie about self discovery.  Nottinghill is a great chick flick with Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant.  I just love Julia, her smile just lights up the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112287643160712590?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112287643160712590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112287643160712590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112287643160712590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112287643160712590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-movies-while-pmsing.html' title='great movies while pmsing'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112282629755324205</id><published>2005-07-31T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:11:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops pardon me....I'm sensitive</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny that throughout our lives we either fit in or we don't.  The crappy part of it is when we actually care if we don't keep everyone happy and wanting us to be around.  My blog isn't of the caliber of some of them out there and really I never promised you a rose garden but when people purposely slam you it just goes to prove how insensitive people out there can be.  I don't post comments on other's blog's so that the world can see that I was there, I post comments so that the person who's blog I have taken an interest in can see that and know that I care about what they are thinking.  I guess it's my own fault for being so sensitive, I guess I need to desensitize myself to the ignorant people in the world who really don't give a crap about anybody but their own little world.  That's not the kind of person I am, I am here to make the world a better place through helping out anyone who needs a hand, whether I do it through humour or just plain kindness.  The reason I started blogging was there was a guy who's blog I found really amusing and thought it would be interesting to see if I could do it too, not to his standard of excellance because he is of course a writer but just the same the challenge was there.  As soon as I started up this blog I thought he would read it and give me some expert opinions, well to this day I haven't seen a comment that he has even bothered, and he knows I am here.  People think everyone always has a alterior motive for befriending people or for being around, well SURPRISE people sometimes people are just truly interested in other's in the world and just want them to be happy and enjoy their lives.   True, I am not perfect and do make mistakes along the way but quit fucking slapping me when I do, a simple excuse me Michelle please don't do that would suffice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112282629755324205?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112282629755324205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112282629755324205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112282629755324205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112282629755324205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/oops-pardon-meim-sensitive.html' title='oops pardon me....I&apos;m sensitive'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112223768096289670</id><published>2005-07-24T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:41:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Photo_2005_7_24_20_39_59_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Photo_2005_7_24_20_39_59_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967 sailing down the river with my Dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112223768096289670?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112223768096289670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112223768096289670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223768096289670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223768096289670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/1967-sailing-down-river-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112223755055245881</id><published>2005-07-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:39:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Photo_2005_7_24_20_37_21_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Photo_2005_7_24_20_37_21_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only Golden Gate Bridge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112223755055245881?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112223755055245881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112223755055245881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223755055245881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223755055245881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-and-only-golden-gate-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112223738145611460</id><published>2005-07-24T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:36:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Photo_2005_7_24_20_33_56_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Photo_2005_7_24_20_33_56_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967 and bathtubbing with my Dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112223738145611460?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112223738145611460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112223738145611460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223738145611460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223738145611460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/1967-and-bathtubbing-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112223475613128301</id><published>2005-07-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:52:36.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtubbing</title><content type='html'>This weekend in Nanaimo is the World famous Marine Festival featuring our unique bathtub race.  Check out this guy's site to see what bathtubbing is really about-------&gt;ht&lt;a href="http://members.shaw.ca/jmwells/bathtubbing.html"&gt;tp://members.shaw.ca/jmwells/bathtubbing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first began in the 1960's several wild and crazy guys would jump in these bathtubs and ride the waves over to Vancouver approximately 32 miles away.  Over the years the bathtubs have become more powerful and maybe a little bit more comfortable.  Nanaimo has always had a wild reputation as a party town and I think it all began with what happened in this town during the third weekend in July.  One weekend in the 1980's we had a huge riot downtown after all the drunks left a dance and the many shop window's were destroyed.  I think after that weekend the RCMP had to build a new office to make sure they had enough room in the drunk tanks for all the idiots.  When I was younger, there used to be 2 dances on the weekend and it was an extremely drunken weekend but of course the animals ruined that for us by causing too much trouble so the dances were cancelled because they couldn't have enough security.  Now it is mostly a family affair with fireworks on Saturday night, a parade and a street party during the day.  We went to the fireworks last night and there was still the drunken idiots in the crowd but not near the lack of intelligence as there used to be....hmmm could that be cause I don't drink anymore...some people would have to think about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great week away on the west coast of Vancouver island and I posted a couple pictures that we had taken with my webcam, I have another couple rolls in my regular camera that I will have to get developed.  The island over the years has really exploded with each area becoming more and more populated.  Twenty years ago property up on the west coast would be selling for maybe 20000. dollars and now they are going for probably close to 400000.  Property in Nanaimo isn't much different, when I bought my waterfront house in 1988 I paid 40000. and now I could get over 300000. dollars for it.  Those are the joys of living in paradise I guess.  I will try to post some more over this week but I have a sick Grandma in the hospital so my attentions are in other places right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112223475613128301?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112223475613128301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112223475613128301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223475613128301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112223475613128301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/bathtubbing.html' title='Bathtubbing'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112200349095750368</id><published>2005-07-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:38:10.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%2023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%2023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouse at the end of the Wild Pacific Trail&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112200349095750368?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112200349095750368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112200349095750368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200349095750368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200349095750368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/lighthouse-at-end-of-wild-pacific.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112200323237059354</id><published>2005-07-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:33:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%204.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%204.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset view from our cabin's deck&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112200323237059354?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112200323237059354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112200323237059354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200323237059354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200323237059354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunset-view-from-our-cabins-deck.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112200314611308590</id><published>2005-07-21T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:32:26.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%2025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Pacific Trail in Ucluelet, on the west coast of Vancouver Island&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112200314611308590?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112200314611308590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112200314611308590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200314611308590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200314611308590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/wild-pacific-trail-in-ucluelet-on-west.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112200305903994975</id><published>2005-07-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:30:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%2034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%2034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Beach on the west coast of Vancouver Island...who needs California&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112200305903994975?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112200305903994975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112200305903994975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200305903994975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112200305903994975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-beach-on-west-coast-of-vancouver.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112137004259367058</id><published>2005-07-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:40:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years ago today</title><content type='html'>I was laying in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm wondering how my new baby was....&lt;br /&gt;Today is my daughter's 15th Birthday, Happy Birthday Samantha!!!&lt;br /&gt;These years have gone by so fast, once you have kids the years speed by....&lt;br /&gt;The last week hasn't been too eventful for me, I have been going to the gym and just enjoying the summer weather.  Next week we go away to Ucluelet to enjoy the west coast of Vancouver Island.  I am most looking forward to body surfing and then laying in the jacuzzi and watching out the window at the surf.  I don't have much to say today, but I have a lot to do as my daughter wants to have her friends sleep out in the backyard in a tent....the lawn needs to be mowed and weed-eated, the garden needs to be weeded and pizza needs to be picked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112137004259367058?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112137004259367058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112137004259367058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112137004259367058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112137004259367058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/15-years-ago-today.html' title='15 years ago today'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112098119109245501</id><published>2005-07-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:39:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tylenol 3's</title><content type='html'>If you have ever wondered what makes the extra strength extra in Tylenol and Advil and any other pain medication let me tell you what it is.........it's FRIGGIN' caffeine&lt;br /&gt;I am highly susceptible to caffeine, it makes me stay up for hours. Now if I was male staying up for hours might be fun, but since I am nursing a sore mouth from the dentist appointment from hell on Wednesday staying awake for hours is not sitting pretty right now.  Not that these Tylenol 3's are really helping cancel out the pain but for crying out loud I want to go to sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112098119109245501?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112098119109245501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112098119109245501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112098119109245501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112098119109245501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/tylenol-3s.html' title='Tylenol 3&apos;s'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112040521862730197</id><published>2005-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:40:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Michelle%20at%2040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Michelle%20at%2040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosiac me this morning at 40&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112040521862730197?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112040521862730197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112040521862730197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112040521862730197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112040521862730197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/mosiac-me-this-morning-at-40.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112040452640633412</id><published>2005-07-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:28:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hangover's</title><content type='html'>The only good thing about not drinking anymore is the hangover's I don't have to nurse.  I miss having my many margarita's and Long Island Iced Tea's.  I had to stop drinking about 5 years ago because the medication's that the quacky doctor's had me on at the time would send me to unreturnable places with alcohol.  So the drinking stopped and finally after a couple years the med's stopped, two things I am very thankful for.  Yesterday's Birthday milestone was fairly non eventful.  I got cards and wishes from people I didn't think I would hear from, I got nothing from people I thought would remember.  I am sending those people some bad Karma, and when it comes from me it usually means that the shit will hit the fan.  I know people are busy in their lives and most of the time they don't give a crap about anybody but themselves, but there are times in our lives that we should be giving out wishes to those that we care about.  Even my sister who I never hear from except for when she wants something called me several times before she got a hold of me.  We aren't sure though if it was simply to make sure she could get an invite to dinner, so I never talked to her until after we got back from dinner at my Mom's.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kim gave me flowers, and my new friend Lynn who was away for the weekend with her friend's at the gay pride weekend thought enough of me to send me an email card.  Good Karma is being sent out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like a cow, but I guess it's because I always have it in my head that you treat people like you want to be treated.  There are times that you refrain but for the most part you should always keep some love in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112040452640633412?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112040452640633412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112040452640633412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112040452640633412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112040452640633412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-hangovers.html' title='No Hangover&apos;s'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112031934843652319</id><published>2005-07-02T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:49:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.....</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear meeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day has arrived.......&lt;br /&gt;I am now 40, I really didn't think this day would arrive, I thought the world would collapse and that the skies would darken.  Oops my mistake that was Tom Cruise's latest romance scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am too old for those in their 20's but am still young for those in their 40's and 50's.  I just have to remember that I look great for my age and can still rock a man's world in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112031934843652319?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112031934843652319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112031934843652319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112031934843652319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112031934843652319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112023218115514247</id><published>2005-07-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:36:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours and counting</title><content type='html'>In less than 24 hours my thirties will be gone forever..........&lt;br /&gt;Now I am still working on the not being depressed thing, but I have my weak moments where I want to go hide under my blankets for a couple months.  But the first thing I think of is "damn that lawn outside won't co-operate, it will be 10 feet long and what a bitch to cut"&lt;br /&gt;Not much else comes to mind right now, I am sure the teenager in the house won't notice for a couple days and hopefully she will feed the dog and put her outside.  If this was mid winter in the rain I would certainly do that, but being summer time and my love for light I can't stay in the dark for long.  It has always sucked being a July 2nd baby because everyone is doing something for Canada day on July 1st and the day after is usually a gone camping, hangover living, or just forgetting my birthday.  I am not complaining because I really am not the big party type of person anymore.  On my 23rd birthday I went with friends to a bar to listen to the band I was promoting at the time and drank 23 shooters, ended up under the table listening to the music...those milk based shooters don't sit well, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;On my 25th birthday I was getting ready to give birth to my daughter, I could only lay in the lounge at my parents pool, couldn't get up or roll over, just lay.  This year it seems everyone is busy with camping or baby's first birthday's.  On the west coast during the summer months it's almost a must that you pack everything up and camp every long weekend.  It will be interesting to see who remembers this year, I have remembered everyone's birthday's so far this year, luckily for me it doesn't make me bitter just bitchy.......damn I want to do a *o* right now but am still refraining from the "word"&lt;br /&gt;ONce my daughter rolls out of bed we will go down to the waterfront and enjoy some July 1st Canada Day activities and then head up to Parksville for the fireworks tonight.  Tomorrow we will see what happens as I am sure you will all hear about my day, regardless if you want to or not.  Happy Canada Day and Happy Independence Day to my American friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112023218115514247?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112023218115514247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112023218115514247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112023218115514247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112023218115514247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/07/24-hours-and-counting.html' title='24 hours and counting'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112019871085840771</id><published>2005-06-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:18:30.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Doreen</title><content type='html'>Today I was reading the obituaries and found out that a lady I used to work with passed on June 15th.  It was very sad because she was a woman who was full of life and always an experience to be around.  Sometimes she was a pain in the ass but you could always get a laugh when she was around even if it was at her expense.  I hadn't kept in touch with Doreen since she retired a few years back but she was always in my heart, I will miss knowing she is somewhere on this earth.  Doreen worked at the Credit Union when I first started in 1984, I was the kid and she was the more experienced teller who worked beside me.  She hated doing anything that didn't involve just simple transactions, so whenever she would get anything that involved more than 30 seconds of work or actually thinking how to do it she would transfer them over to me.  She always had a way of doing it that the customers never knew she was passing them off..."She will help you over here dear", always with a dear here or a dear there...Many people knew of her passing off game so they would avoid her, then I arrived, the green student who she could get to do all her dirty work.  Every wicket I would move to there would be Doreen on one side or the other and me never the wiser to it.  She was an old fashioned lady who never really clued into stuff, or if she did she was a wise old fox who fooled us all.  Almost everyday at about 4:45, 15 minutes before closing Doreen would saunter off to the bathroom for about 10 minutes, she would come out just in time to close down and go home.  It would drive some of the tellers crazy, but most of the time I just laughed at her.  There was a couple times that she would come out of the bathroom with her skirt tucked into her panty hose, and once or twice she would miss sitting down on her stool and land on the floor.  I remember once we were on the ferry coming back from a shopping trip and she was so busy chatting that she swallowed the wrong way and started choking, I got up behind her and administers the heimlich and out popped a piece of food and her false teeth.  She was so embarrassed, it wasn't the choking so much as it was her teeth flying out onto the lady's food tray across the table.  Doreen loved her family and retired to help take care of her new grandchildren and make sure her husband who was soon going to retire was happy and healthy.  She also loved gardening, she would spend all her weekends out in her yard, she took such pride in it.  She always was quick with advice for this kid that she had thought she moulded and I wish she was here to see how well I had raised my little girl.  I am so sorry that you never got to grow old with Alex and you will be so missed but Heaven will be that much prettier now with you up there taking care of the garden's....I love ya Do and thanks for the memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112019871085840771?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112019871085840771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112019871085840771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112019871085840771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112019871085840771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-doreen.html' title='For Doreen'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-112010386049429292</id><published>2005-06-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:57:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%2021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-112010386049429292?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/112010386049429292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=112010386049429292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112010386049429292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/112010386049429292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/enough-said.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111997205383847791</id><published>2005-06-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:20:53.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/eagle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/eagle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbour at the beach&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111997205383847791?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111997205383847791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111997205383847791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111997205383847791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111997205383847791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-neighbour-at-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111989286606881646</id><published>2005-06-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:21:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry be happy</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those weekends, either from PMS or just sheer boredom, where all you do is think?  I had one of those weekends which was quite a disappointment after having such a productive week.  I was a lazy slug, other than mowing the lawn and going to my daughter's soccer game I mostly just puttered around the house.  Mine was mostly just PMSing, I know this because I want to eat everything in the house and bite off anybody's head that comes near me.  These moods aren't really fun one's to be in, as many people would adhere to, as nothing really keeps me satisfied or happy.  In this state I notice a lot of stuff that I wouldn't normally give a second glance to, whether it be people's ignorances, their laziness' or just a sheer not giving a crap about those people around them.  I also noticed my own TMI on this blog so I deleted several posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would really help this world would be if every single person would start thinking about other people and not just themselves.  If each day a person would have to take 30 minutes or an hour to do something that would bring a smile to another's face.  We are so focused on bringing our own opinions and beliefs to the world that we step on each other's.  Think about how your behavior affects those people around you, whether it be in your day to day living or something you have written online.  Treat every person you know whether intimately, or just casually as they were your best friend.  This in itself will bring a smile to their face or at least make the day a little brighter for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111989286606881646?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111989286606881646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111989286606881646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111989286606881646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111989286606881646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t worry be happy'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111964898846977916</id><published>2005-06-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:36:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free to be who I want to be</title><content type='html'>It's Friday andI am home alone...It's the weekend so my daughter is gone to a friend's house and who knows when she will be home cause it is summer holidays....The television is on to the Bud pole qualifying and the dog is laying at the front door wanting to go outside.  Where am I, at the computer of course, I am not sure what draws me to this thing but some days are worse than others for the amount of time I will spend on here.  I try not to spend more than 2 hours on the computer.  After about an hour my attention span needs something new to excite it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question for everyone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a person who is hetrosexual and a person who is homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;And why is a homosexual person treated so differently than a hetrosexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned the only difference between me and a gay person is who they are sleeping with.  I have many gay friends and I haven't noticed any boils or lesions on them that would take in account for the crappy way parts of society treat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111964898846977916?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111964898846977916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111964898846977916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111964898846977916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111964898846977916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/free-to-be-who-i-want-to-be.html' title='Free to be who I want to be'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111958970015715348</id><published>2005-06-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:08:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>When I wake up tomorrow it will be 8 days left until I turn 40..........&lt;br /&gt;As much as the idea makes me sick, I am warming up to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't look like I am old, people say I look like I am about 30.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't passed my sexual prime yet, though having anymore kids is probably out of the question...but if I had unprotected sex I could still get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will make my 40's better than my 20's and my 30's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your 20's you feel like you could do no wrong, even though you don't probably know your ass from adam.&lt;br /&gt;In your 30's you are wondering what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;In your 40's you can take all the experiences you have had and go for it............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111958970015715348?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111958970015715348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111958970015715348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958970015715348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958970015715348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111958912060647473</id><published>2005-06-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:58:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to die....</title><content type='html'>While I am on the ranting phase of the evening I thought why not keep blasting the idiot's in charge regarding the Right to Die.  Since when does the Government's in any country have the right to tell us how we should die? The recent case of Terry Schiavo was a pathetic example of how everyone thought they had a say in the woman's life.  The Government getting involved just gave the Christian fundlementalists the fuel they needed to shove their beliefs into our faces.  One Militia group in Michigan offered their services to the parents, to come down and take out Michael Schiavo.....someone tell me why that is good thing?  The Bush boys were in their glory that they could push their beliefs in the faces of anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Once again it is nobody's business or right to stick their noses into a situation that should be handled within the family unit.  When I die it will be hopefully with dignity.  If I were to get terminally ill I would hope that there is someone around to adhere to my wishes and not let me lead an artificle existance.  It was sad to see how Terry Schiavo had to spend her last few weeks on this earth, shrouded in spectacle of bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait til you read about my opinions of abortion and gay rights.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111958912060647473?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111958912060647473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111958912060647473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958912060647473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958912060647473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/right-to-die.html' title='Right to die....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111958846881618723</id><published>2005-06-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:47:48.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn</title><content type='html'>The Canadian Porn industry is up in arms over American laws that infringe on the Canadian Privacy Laws.                                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/national/story.html?id=f5bd38e3-0eaf-45ef-bbca-f183b6e52d77"&gt;http://www.canada.com/national/story.html?id=f5bd38e3-0eaf-45ef-bbca-f183b6e52d77&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anal retentive Conservative's want the world to look through the same rose coloured bi-focals that they squint through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for getting rid of the slimy bastards that exploit children.  Those dickless pricks need to be castrated and have their puny dicks shoved down their throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading that article I was thinking of all the sexually explicit pics I posted on the net over the years.  I know several people who run porn sites and none of them have under-age photo's.  The Porn industry needs to keep cleaning itself up, with regular testing of AID's and other STD's, banning those players who test positive, and ridding itself of drugs.  Some people might not agree about porn being a freedom of choice but as long as it's consentual and the players are legal age it's not hurting those Conservative's in the holy offices in Washington D.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111958846881618723?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111958846881618723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111958846881618723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958846881618723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111958846881618723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/porn.html' title='Porn'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111957806523536692</id><published>2005-06-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:54:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>I love that site where you can amuse yourself for days with all the different quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I found out that I am above intelligence, my stripper name would be Trixie, my penis name is Elvis, my porn name is Jenny Jiggles, my boobie's names are Love Muffins, my dad is like Mike Tyson, I am part expert kisser and part freaky kisser and there is only a 14% chance of me going to hell...............thank goodness for those quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;  it's a hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.    &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-------------this is all from answering some questions on animals....but it's so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also only act 19........that in itself was worth checking out the quizzes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111957806523536692?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111957806523536692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111957806523536692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111957806523536692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111957806523536692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111956392798374324</id><published>2005-06-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:58:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past lives of a chatter</title><content type='html'>Reading Tommy's critism's today made me think of a subject to write about....now bare with me as I try to rid myself of the LOL's and the hahahaha's, I just have to get that self esteem thing happening with my writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people chat or have chatted in past lives, I don't do it anymore but at one time in my life I was chatting at least 8 hours a day.  This caused many problems in my life as well as becoming an addiction.  I have a very addictive personality so chatting was easy to get into.  One of the main reason's people chat is because they are lonely and are in need of interaction.  Chatting for me began when a friend of mine introduced me to her world of chat.  The first chatroom I went to was called Kinkychat, an adult chatroom that was filled with adults with children's minds.  There I invented Seashell, the seductress who would flirt with everyone and take up with nobody.  This of course went over like stink, meaning the men loved Seashell but the women hated her with a passion.  I talk of Seashell in a third person as she was me but she was everything that I always had wanted to be but never had the balls to be.  I was still getting over my bad boy and men for me were strictly forbidden, except when I could put myself behind the computer and be protected.  Before going online I was a shy and reserved person who always had an opinion but kept it to myself most times.  After being online for awhile I was released from the shell and slowly became Seashell.  AFter I was chased out of Kinkychat for having a real life affair with a man from Chicago(who was having an affair with a woman from Texas at the same time) I went to HardPornLounge, another Adult site with child like mentalities.  There Seashell changed into TriNitY and Llehsaes but still the flirty girl.  One day I should write a book about my endeavors online, because they are so many and so many bizzare and demented things happened to poor Seashell and her alias'.  I just could not resist trying to flirt with a guy who was taken by another online, for me it meant nothing because it was just through the computer, you never meet these people and the chances of your life carrying on with them were very slim.  In HardpornLounge my ideas of online chat forever changed because I fell in love with a man from California.  Knowing my luck with men, he ended up being married and after 3 years of carrying on online and in real life, the cookie crumbled and the world stepped in.  I was then chased out of HardpornLounge for that reason and the past from Kinkychat was following me again.  It was after Chris broke my stupid heart that I realized I had been sucked into the world of chatting, it's too bad I couldn't have realized that earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years of chatting I have seen and done everything.  There are several pics where little clothing if any is worn on different sites over the web.  Some of the things I did I now regret but I don't regret the experiences that it brought me, the travel and the people I did meet in real life.  It was nice to realize that despite the times I have that I feel like my world is falling apart or that my brain is disconnecting from the rest of me there are always MANY MANY people chatting all over the world that are a MILLION times worse...take it from me I met quite a few of them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111956392798374324?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111956392798374324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111956392798374324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111956392798374324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111956392798374324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/past-lives-of-chatter.html' title='Past lives of a chatter'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111939158833322046</id><published>2005-06-21T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:06:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>As a tribute to my 40th Birthday there will be concerts all over the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.one.org"&gt;www.one.org&lt;/a&gt; and sign up to fight world hunger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site will also direct you to the Make Poverty History, it is the Canadian site in accordance with the One campaign....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a difference.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111939158833322046?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111939158833322046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111939158833322046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111939158833322046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111939158833322046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111939106624004383</id><published>2005-06-21T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:57:46.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/brad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/brad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111939106624004383?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111939106624004383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111939106624004383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111939106624004383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111939106624004383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111928767337016353</id><published>2005-06-20T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:14:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aging on...</title><content type='html'>After reading other people's blog's this weekend I was trying to figure out why I am not into reading deep and thought provoking books anymore.  I know the reason isn't due to lack of intelligence or lack of motivation.  The only reason I can come up with is that my life in itself is deep and thought provoking enough for my brain to handle.  At this point in my life I don't want to think anymore....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a mini novel of my life......."here comes the sob story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought after typing it all out, just reading it depresses the hell out of me and is too much of a sob story to depress anyone else....LOL&lt;br /&gt;Take my word for it my life is full enough and can't handle anymore thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to the gym, picking up my daughter from finals at school, then delivering some avon orders, going to see my Mom, coming home to finish weeding the front garden so I can plant my sunflower's and a couple roses, grocery shopping, making dinner and then if I am still alive mowing the front and back lawns before the rain comes on Wednesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might not sound like a lot to some super human go getters but it's more than I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be....&lt;br /&gt;... sitting outside reading a book and sipping on a cold iced tea....&lt;br /&gt;...listening to the hit's of the 70's and dancing around the room...&lt;br /&gt;...sailing on a boat...&lt;br /&gt;...driving down the highway on a road trip to anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;...going to the Jazz festival in Vancouver ...&lt;br /&gt;...taking my daughter and my dog for a walk along the beach or lake...&lt;br /&gt;...watching sexy Brad Pitt in Mr and Mrs Smith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess really it comes down to doing anything other than what I have to do....it sucks being an adult sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111928767337016353?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111928767337016353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111928767337016353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111928767337016353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111928767337016353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/aging-on.html' title='aging on...'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111902607501962844</id><published>2005-06-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:34:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming lost chances</title><content type='html'>Last night when I was trying to get to sleep my brain wouldn't shut off....I kept saying to myself just close your eyes and dream about doing Tony Stewart or Brad Pitt in an elevator in Las Vegas.......my brain was denying me that chance for a moment of woohoo's&lt;br /&gt;My brain then said to me, nope we are going to delve into your past and think about all the men that you should have said yes to instead of saying no thanks.  We aren't talking about sex we are just talking about men who were interested in me when I was younger but I wasn't interested in them because I was in love with the baddest boy in town.  Talk about lost chances, especially in hindsight when the baddest boy in town was all that and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are women attracted to bad boys?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we only want men that we know will treat us badly and leave us wounded for years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my bad boy destroy me for many years, the only good thing to come out of my relationship with him was my beautiful daughter, who is and will be the only good thing to come out of that family gene pool.  The other good things are that I was lucky enough not be stuck with him and that Tim has aged terribley and I haven't....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes around goes around, it's just you might not get the pleasure of seeing it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, 15 more days til the crust of the earth will well up and swallow me whole into that evil heartless age of 40............Please let 40 be the new 30 pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111902607501962844?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111902607501962844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111902607501962844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111902607501962844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111902607501962844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/dreaming-lost-chances.html' title='dreaming lost chances'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111872191913457160</id><published>2005-06-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:05:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school</title><content type='html'>The kids are counting the days until Summer begins and us parents are counting the days of freedom left....4 days left until I have to answer to a teenager......."sighs"&lt;br /&gt;Don't think my daughter has me wrapped around her little finger cause that is far from the truth but it just means that I have the next 2 and 1/2 months to have to deal with her "please mom" and "I love you mom" 's schemes to get her own way.....when I look around I see all the scarey 15 yr old kids and thank God everyday that my daughter has not yet gone down the wrong path, she has good friends who stay out of trouble and she hasn't gotten interested in boys yet.....One thing I have going for me is that she is still scared of her Mother, and her friends are all scared of my actions too.  I have lost friends because I have spoken up about their kids but I don't regret it because I look at those kids now and they are rotten little bitches...Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;My daughter had the potential to be one of the most rotten due to her blood lines, mine has some major flaws in it and her father's might as well be collapsed because of all the screwed up people......Thanking God once again&lt;br /&gt;We are not doing anything too major this summer, we will be taking a week or so and heading over to the west coast of the island to stay in this really cool resort....TerraceBeach resort it's called, they have a website if you are interested in looking at it.....one selling point was they are animal friendly so Daisy my second child is welcome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gym exercise is working out real well, I went 3 days last week and intend on going everyday this week.  I had forgotten how good you feel when you get on that treadmill and sweat like a pig...I have always been very flexible body wise and it was funny today trying to see who else there could do a back bend over the ball, there was even hot YOUNG girls there who couldn't do it....Me Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown to 40 is down to 19 days now, and depression is setting in...I really thought 20 years ago that my life would be different when I got to this point in my life.  I was always one of those old fashioned girls who thought I would fall in love, get married, have kids and live happily ever after...........so far I have fallen in love, fallen out of love, had a kid and live quite happily on my own with everything that I could ever need, who would have thought that a woman could actually be happy without a man........Me Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a busy day, morning appointments, noon gym time, afternoon lawn mowing, dinner time soccer game........I don't see one minute free for sex........."sighs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day I would like to blog about masturbation.......&lt;br /&gt;one day I would like to meet Brad Pitt.....&lt;br /&gt;one day I would like to get into a really expensive RV and travel throughout North America&lt;br /&gt;one day I would like to jump naked into Brad Pitt's arms and say "take me stud"&lt;br /&gt;and him reply "sure sexy"............&lt;br /&gt;one day I would like to write my memoirs...&lt;br /&gt;one day if I did do that I would have a lot of people sweating.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go sit out on the sundeck watch the beautiful evening with the blue sky and many colours of the sunset and gaze at the still water in the harbour and the channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111872191913457160?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111872191913457160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111872191913457160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111872191913457160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111872191913457160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of school'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111833343558332030</id><published>2005-06-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:10:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/scared.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/scared.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amusing picture found in my daughter's files....LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111833343558332030?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111833343558332030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111833343558332030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111833343558332030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111833343558332030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-amusing-picture-found-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111833304555414040</id><published>2005-06-09T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:04:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing gears</title><content type='html'>I had been wanting to link some other blog's to mine but discovered today that I would have to change my pretty picture up top...nah I don't think I want to change my harbour scene...&lt;br /&gt;Nanaimo where I live is a harbour city and it suits it perfectly...Thanks to Morris though for offering to help me out with it!&lt;br /&gt;I will keep plugging along with leaving comments at people's blog and hope that they will be interested enough to click my homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hit the gym for the first time since last year.  I didn't over do it, I only stayed for a little over an hour.  Today I don't want to eat the same kind of breakfast as I had yesterday and am looking forward to going back to the gym today.  A few muscles ache and my tail bone hurts like hell but I fell some time ago and hurt my tail bone so that will take a long time to heal.  I forgot what it feels like to sweat and I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111833304555414040?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111833304555414040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111833304555414040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111833304555414040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111833304555414040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/changing-gears.html' title='Changing gears'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111825086897883563</id><published>2005-06-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:14:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was chatting</title><content type='html'>hahahahhahaa...bad habits are hard to break&lt;br /&gt;I chatted online for so many years that I thought I could just do a good old brb and continue on....lol&lt;br /&gt;I haven't chatted for months as it caused too many problems in my life.  I was spending too much time doing it and I kept allowing those psycho people into my chat life and my brain couldn't handle their baggage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will have to tell the story of my chatlife, some people wouldn't believe how many undesirables I have come across.........LOL&lt;br /&gt;Time to go have a shower and then hit the gym, it was my friend on the phone by the way...&lt;br /&gt;Later taters, oops I guess I will feel that tater that I ate for breaky while I work out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111825086897883563?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111825086897883563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111825086897883563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111825086897883563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111825086897883563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-thought-i-was-chatting.html' title='I thought I was chatting'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111825036111928467</id><published>2005-06-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:06:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast thoughts and blogs</title><content type='html'>Sometime in the day I usually sit down at the computer and check out my favourite sites...they include some news sites like CNN and Canada.com, also sites like Msn and Yahoo for the entertainment, then of course I can't resist my racing sites like Nascar and Jayski's....After checking my email for the usual crap and the occasional juicy email I head off to blogger land.  The first blog I was  exposed to was fingerprintinc which is a blog by Jade Gurss and Mike Davis, originally created to let the millions and millions of Junior obsessed fans know what he is doing, now I look more forward to the other articles where Jade lets us know about music, and politics and just anything that strikes his fancy.  From that blog, I discovered Scott's Highly Sophisicated Rednecks, which at first I only read his entry about his Nascar weekend...I then started looking back and enjoyed his sense of humour so onto my Favourites list it went with Fingerprintinc.  Next was Alison's Outside Looking in, I was curious from reading her comments in Scott's blog, Alison was a fellow Canadian so I had to read what she was up to, I soon discovered she was an American living in Canada with a great sense of humour so she too landed on my Favourite's list...................You are all wondering why the hell I am writing about all these blogs, well one reason is that I haven't figured out yet how to link them all so bare with me.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;From there I have discovered several of Scott's friend's blogs that keep me amused during some long days....there is Brad's blog The Steam Vent and Morris's The Workman Cronicles, both of these gentlemen keep my interest with their funny blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops my breakfast thought was damn am I ever eating an unbalanced meal...&lt;br /&gt;For breaky this morning I had a fried up potato with 2 eggs and a piece of homemade bread toasted with peanut butter on it and a cup of team......carbs carbs and more carbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went swimming with my Mom who is recovering from a hip replacement.  The pool was heated but damn that wind was nipply.  I swam laps for about 45 minutes.  Last night I was so friggin' tired that I couldn't go to bed soon enough.  I HAD to watch Primetime Live last night as it was a whole hour on Brad Pitt.....YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sexier than a man who actually cares about the world and is willing to do something about it.  He along with Bono from U2 are involved in One.org a campaign to fight poverty, AIDS, hunger and promote education in Africa.  I had already signed up for this campaign several weeks ago but when I signed onto my email this morning I had a ton of emails from friends who had obviously watched the show and now wanted everyone to sign up.  Like I have said before anything a person can do to make this world a better place is worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Scott's and Alison's blog exchange today I am contemplating writing about all the men I have met online.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;Scott said I am an instigator so why not instigate some..........hehehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;Alison wrote about a Risk event, which I myself have never played (the game that is) but have had a Monopoly adventure as well as a Trivial Pursuit showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining today but luckily for me I mowed the lawn yesterday.  I am supposed to check out a new gym today.  My friend wants me to get into a work out program with her.  I haven't been to a gym since last September so I am sure after today my body will hurt. &lt;br /&gt;She isn't home, or at least not answering her phone so it's a toss up whether or not today will be our first gym day...brb phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111825036111928467?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111825036111928467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111825036111928467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111825036111928467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111825036111928467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/breakfast-thoughts-and-blogs.html' title='Breakfast thoughts and blogs'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111803345999185106</id><published>2005-06-05T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:50:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies....</title><content type='html'>Well I had every intention of watching some funny movies all weekend...I pulled all the bins out that contained approximately 200 VHS and 130 DVD's......and the winners were...."drum roll please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole collection of James Bond movies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I got a high fever and have slept more than I was awake this weekend. The worse part about that was when you aren't feeling well you have those bizarre dreams and when you awake you feel worse than you did when you fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I watched half of You only Live Twice, a part of Goldfinger, entire Dr No and when I was feeling really delirious Baywatch Hawaiian WEdding........hahahhhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;I had my weekly cry fest watching a rerun of Extreme makeover-Home Edition.&lt;br /&gt;I read as many people's blog entries as I could find.&lt;br /&gt;There were many thoughts in my head when I signed on but now they all seeped out and I haven't a clue what to say.........&lt;br /&gt;My daughter informed me that she only has 2 weeks of school left.&lt;br /&gt;It rained today.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw my 14 yr old daughter was disappointed in Star Wars 3 so I am waiting til it comes to video....&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to dream about Tony Stewart tonight.....cripes now I am getting delusional again I better sign off before I start yammering on about my sex toy collection.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111803345999185106?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111803345999185106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111803345999185106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111803345999185106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111803345999185106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/movies.html' title='Movies....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111791203294321183</id><published>2005-06-04T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:07:12.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/8313.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/8313.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask my daughter if she liked this cartoon cause it reminded her of me....luckily for me she said no&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111791203294321183?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111791203294321183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111791203294321183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111791203294321183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111791203294321183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-had-to-ask-my-daughter-if-she-liked.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111791184309004534</id><published>2005-06-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:04:03.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moods</title><content type='html'>I think I need to get laid or watch a day full of funny movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crown fell out last night so I am dealing with a toothache today as well as a teenager who doesn't want to spend time at home, the lawn is growing faster than I can cut it, I am fighting with my ex employer regarding some money they still owe me, I think I am pmsing (run people run) and the worse of it is I turn 40 in exactly 4 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my blogs from the last few days I am thinking I need to get some amusement in my darkening mooded life.  After the Busch race is over I think I will watch a funny movie, one that is totally fluff and you don't have to think for one moment while watching it.  So I would be looking for a movie that doesn't have dark overtones, doesn't include relationships, no good vs evil, etc etc.......damn what does that leave.........&lt;br /&gt;I will look into my vast DVD and VHS collection, one of which I could have opened my own friggin' store, find something and shut the world out.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey one happy thing is that my Sunflower seeds I planted last week have sprouted and the rest of my garden is growing great........LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111791184309004534?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111791184309004534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111791184309004534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111791184309004534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111791184309004534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/moods.html' title='Moods'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111790144787282602</id><published>2005-06-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:10:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily news</title><content type='html'>Frank McKenna our ambassador to the US says in the news today that we as Canadians need to quit being so smug and get the chip off our shoulders when it comes to our American neighbours....When I first read that I was pissed off, how dare he tell me I have a chip on my shoulder or that I am smug, but after reading the article I started feeling sorry for my Southern neighbours.  He went on to say that because of the horrific events of September 11th 2001 most Americans are obsessed with the threat of terrorism.  Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking on what irritates me about some American's....the government was first on the list, but after that the one main thing that bothered me was the majority of American's that I have met is their lack of knowledge when it comes to my country and the people in it...Like Frank McKenna also stated, the American's don't think of us much if any at all....why is that?&lt;br /&gt;In our schools we are taught about Canadian history as well as American history, we are taught about globalization and that we are a country among many.  Do the school's south of the Canadian border not teach about globalization? The US is one of the most powerful countries in the world but they aren't alone in the world.  Yes I detest the present US government but I have enjoyed every friendship and love affair I have had with my American neighbours.  I hope one day that the powers that be in the US decide to open up and teach their population about the rest of the world.  If that sounds smug then I don't understand what the word means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111790144787282602?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111790144787282602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111790144787282602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111790144787282602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111790144787282602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/daily-news.html' title='Daily news'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111786870538601708</id><published>2005-06-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:05:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night tv</title><content type='html'>What's a girl to do on a Friday night when she is home alone and doesn't want to go out and party.....well this was just such a night so I watched a movie, and then at 11 pm I turned on Sin Cities...it tours the world and checks out cities porn industries...you wonder why I was watching such a show when I am an innocent girl....well keep wondering....LOL&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight they were touring Barcelona, Spain and my oh my did they find an interesting contest going on....It's the "gang bang" contest, and yes for those of you thinking what exactly the contest is, it's exactly what your dirty minds are thinking about...It showed a small platform where some "woman" is on her back with her legs spread doing the deed with as many men as she can in a set period of time....there is a 30 second limit on each man to get a hard on or he leaves unfulfilled....LOL....for some guys that ain't hard and for some guys it ain't hard....hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;The world record is held by some chickie from the States with approximately 652 guys.  As they left the "show" a skank had banged over 500 but they shut the show down because the judges deemed she wasn't spending as much time with each guy as she should....LMAO&lt;br /&gt;They interviewed some Spanish guy who had banged the skank 3 times already and was getting back in line to do it again, another had waited too long and couldn't get it up.  To keep the men primed there were 3 or 4 "ladies" giving blow jobs to keep the men hard............I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it....hahahahhahahaha.....there was no mention about condom use...now that is a scarey thought............ewwwwwwww crusty smelly skank puss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go to bed now....sleep tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111786870538601708?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111786870538601708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111786870538601708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111786870538601708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111786870538601708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/late-night-tv.html' title='Late night tv'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111782668025762102</id><published>2005-06-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:24:40.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111782668025762102?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111782668025762102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111782668025762102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111782668025762102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111782668025762102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/daisy.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111782656515336514</id><published>2005-06-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:22:45.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pins and needles</title><content type='html'>That title in itself is hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;....one reason is that right now my pinky on my left hand has gone to sleep and I am having a heck of a time typing the a's as well as reading all the crap I have read today feels like I am getting poked by pins and needles...&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that I have the feeling back in my fingers I can start my rant and hope to hell that I will feel better afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person has their own likes and dislikes, their passions, their opinions and of course their ignorances.  I try real hard on a daily basis to give each person their right and freedom to express each of these regardless of how much I would like to knock them flat.  Some days are better than others.  I guess the hardest part about dealing with this sort of situation is when someone is so damn ignorant and they see no other way.  Dealing with the public and their money for 20 years I grew to have a very hard skin and quite a skill of defusing a situation.  I am great with kids up until they are about 17 and then again great with aging adults after the age of about 50...it's the in between ages that I need the work on...LOL&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep telling myself just because I strive to improve my knowledge and want to learn about the world around me doesn't mean Joe Blow cares about the same thing.  Just once I would like to ram that "holier than thou" attitude up someone's butt, but I don't think I have the bitchiness to follow through on it......yip yip yip I keep wagging my tongue about nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true I am a great Nascar fan....sorry to disappoint any of you but I love the need for speed.  I have been a racer of fast machines all my life and Nascar just encourages my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Dale Jr's and Tony Stewart's as well as older favourites like Mark Martin.  I find it amusing and disturbing though when I read about the millions of obsessed fans and their attitudes towards individuals such as Dale Jr.  Yes I have joined each of Jr's and Stewart's fan clubs once and admit to having belonged for a year to Pam Anderson's fan club.  The stuff was worth some dollars on Ebay especially Pam's signed g-string, I just couldn't keep it, something about having a woman's panties sort of made me cringe.  I will post about Pam another time but just know she grew up around here and I don't have anything negative to say about her.  Anyway getting back to the obsession of Nascar, the breaking story last night was about Shane Hmiel and his SECOND failed drug test, I couldn't believe the amount of people on sites dedicated to Nascar that were calling foul to poor Shane and dilemma!!!  Come on people wake up and smell the grass growing, this is his second offense and it's not like he was playing a sport where he wasn't in charge of a 3400 pound friggin' killing machine.....geeeez&lt;br /&gt;Reading the constant news of Dale Jr is like nails run across a chalkboard I feel sorry for the likes of Jade Gurss and Mike Davis who have to try to keep Junior from public saturation.  The media slams it down one's throat every chance they can get with either commercials or stories or what if's on a slow day.  The commercialism is enough to make a person hurl.  Yes I joined a couple fan clubs and enjoy watching the races every week and am a bit of a voyeur when it comes to knowing what's going on, but would I call myself obsessed...damn I hope not&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the story of Smoke, the bad boy of Nascar that as soon as the media found out that he was actually a nice guy they slam him and complain that he isn't the same guy...WAKE UP people you only see what you want to see, what the media circus wants you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I don't care about offending my American friends I will get into how I feel about their country and their present day government........LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to tell people is that yes there are some awful things going on in the world but all it takes is one small action or one act of kindness that can make the world a better place.  We tend to only come together when there is some catastrophic happening such as the recent Tsunami, this needs to become a common action, the kindness I mean not the catastrophic occurance.  There is hunger close to home, homelessness, environmental concerns, abuse of our fellow humans and animals and many other concerns to each of us.  Simply put start small and work your way upwards. &lt;br /&gt;Start with a smile as you are walking down the street at a stranger or  each of our neighbours could always use a hand, if we want to see the world change each one of us has to do our part.  FOR GOODNESS SAKES QUIT LITTERING AND QUIT THROWING YOUR FRIGGIN CIGARETTE BUTTS OUT THE CAR WINDOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Nothing worse than seeing the crap laying on the sides of the roads and highways!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm I do feel a little better for that rant, but now my ass hurts from sitting on this uncomfortable chair...and my elderly neighbour across the street needs her grass mowed....so time for me to go make the world a little bit nicer of a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later taters and enjoy your weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111782656515336514?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111782656515336514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111782656515336514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111782656515336514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111782656515336514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/pins-and-needles.html' title='Pins and needles'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111772590966955396</id><published>2005-06-02T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:25:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%209.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundeck view&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111772590966955396?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111772590966955396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111772590966955396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111772590966955396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111772590966955396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/sundeck-view.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111772569611381400</id><published>2005-06-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:21:36.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have it all set up, some pics in and now I have to figure out what the hell to say....&lt;br /&gt;I started a blog over on friendster but now I guess I have to start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Do I start out with writing about sex, or guys, or family or as simple as the weather.....hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Let's start out with introducing myself&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Michelle and I am a 39 yr old single mom who lives with my teenage daughter and my Scottish Lab Daisy.  We live on the west coast of Canada on Vancouver Island.  I have lived here most of my life and have not found any other place in my travels that measures up to the beauty I find here.  I have been online for about 10 years and the evil and demented things I have seen will last me a lifetime....LOL&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh and enjoy life, I tend to be easy going as it is pretty easy to please me but if you piss me off watch out cause I can be a psychotic bitch if I want to be....hmmm I wonder if that is why I am still single....LOL&lt;br /&gt;No I am still single cause I choose to be, raising my daughter is more important to me at this time in my life than having a regular piece of tail.  I haven't ever had very good luck with my choices of men, but lucky for me I find it out before it's too late and they are moved into my house.  There has only been a couple men who have taken me for a ride that caused me some scarring, yeah emotional not physical, not to say I wouldn't have wanted to use a dull paring knife on some of their more private parts....hehehehhe see what I mean about the capability of psychotic.....I live right across from the ocean and I love the morning sun rising up over the harbour.  We also have some beautiful lakes and mountains here that would certainly cause some people to never want to come indoors again.  I tend to go from one subject to another really quickly so keep a hold of your hat and don't fall off.  Politically I tend to be anti war but support those who choose to fight for their countries.  I love the fact that my country doesn't rock the boat and won't always follow the States into so called terroristic wars.  I keep up on worldly events and know at least a little about most things, and if I don't know I am not too proud to admit it.  People and places interest me, the more knowledge a person has the stronger they are.......how is that for a starter to have people interested or hate me.....LOL...c'est la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111772569611381400?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111772569611381400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111772569611381400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111772569611381400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111772569611381400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again....'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111768443068478315</id><published>2005-06-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:53:50.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/westwood2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/westwood2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful walking&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111768443068478315?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111768443068478315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111768443068478315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768443068478315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768443068478315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/beautiful-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111768435312194177</id><published>2005-06-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:52:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/640/Picture%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/6146/320/Picture%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111768435312194177?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111768435312194177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111768435312194177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768435312194177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768435312194177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351541.post-111768290433779827</id><published>2005-06-01T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:28:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>Blogging can be really funny or it can be boring as hell...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351541-111768290433779827?l=nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/111768290433779827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351541&amp;postID=111768290433779827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768290433779827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351541/posts/default/111768290433779827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaimobeauty.blogspot.com/2005/06/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05879598829733561908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
