<?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-31429028</id><updated>2011-08-29T22:17:57.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi's Stream of Consciousness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-4323246130603564661</id><published>2007-12-07T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:24:55.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must say this is quite true</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 165, 178);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-4323246130603564661?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/4323246130603564661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=4323246130603564661&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/4323246130603564661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/4323246130603564661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-expert-kisser-youre-kissing-pro.html' title='I must say this is quite true'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-2918774965274274505</id><published>2007-10-27T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:39:54.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>I found an old knock, knock joke book I had when I was young. Here is just a sampling of the wonderful humor that is the knock knock joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda the chain. I wanna come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little old lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little old lady who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you could yodel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Knock, knock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys can be that you're home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Knock, knock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a TON more and perhaps I will post more later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-2918774965274274505?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/2918774965274274505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=2918774965274274505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2918774965274274505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2918774965274274505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/10/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-7052519156476382248</id><published>2007-10-21T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:24:47.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmwqpHsMExg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmwqpHsMExg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-7052519156476382248?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/7052519156476382248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=7052519156476382248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/7052519156476382248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/7052519156476382248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-7201525206424165168</id><published>2007-10-13T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:34:30.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my aunt could be facing a Stage 4 colon cancer diagnosis. My mom told me today. Her other sister, who is a nurse, thinks that if it's true, she may not last through the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how much cancer is around these days. Seems like everyone has it. A woman I work with, her cousin has Stage 2 Breast Cancer and is 7 months pregnant. They've decided to take the baby by C-section and then 2 weeks later, start treatment for the cancer. Then, my boss is currently dealing with Breast Cancer that has spread to her lymph nodes. She's a tough bird. She has Chemo every Thursday and comes in on Friday no matter what. She's only missed one day because of not feeling well after the treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex's dad just survived colon cancer over the past couple years. My mom told me he didn't look so good the one day that she saw him and his wife in the bank. A few months later, he was looking better and he said that he was feeling better. Hopefully, it never returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this sickness popping up all over the place, it makes me wonder, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all these people getting Cancer? Is it because of how they live? Where they live? What they eat? What they don't eat? Did they ignore the symptoms that might have caught the cancer before it was too far along? It just blows my mind to think of all the whys, and hows of cancer. I guess I should take comfort in knowing that there are better treatments out there and hopefully, one day, either a vaccine or possibly a 100% success rate cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, please keep all those stricken with this terrible disease in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-7201525206424165168?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/7201525206424165168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=7201525206424165168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/7201525206424165168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/7201525206424165168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/10/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-3568470197787698584</id><published>2007-07-07T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:09:17.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>One of my friends got married today. It was a beautiful ceremony as they usually are and the reception was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just don't like going to weddings anymore because they are never mine. It's not that I'm in love with the idea of having a wedding, I really just want to find my one and only. The one who's going to love me, care for me, and be with me for as long as God lets us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I get on this topic a lot....actually quite a bit, but it is something that weighs heavily on my mind. Will I ever meet "the one?!" Have I already met him and passed him by? Am I to wait until I'm 40 to meet this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one who likes the unknown. As a child, after I stopped believing in Santa, I would find where my parents hid our presents and look at all of them. I'd know which ones were for me and which were for my siblings, yet I was still always excited on Christmas morning when I opened them.....because I knew exactly what they were and knew I'd LOVE them. So, when I don't know what's going to happen, I get anxious....very anxious. I don'[t know if it's a control thing or what. I just need to know what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, this not knowing when I'll find my other half is killing me! I know, I know! It will happen when you're least expecting it. Well I've pretty much given up hope on that one. Why is it so easy for some people to find their loves, know for sure that it is for real and live happily ever after (of course with all the ups and downs of life, but they get through it together)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I need to take charge of my life. Stop moping around and waiting for my knight in shining armor. Toss aside the notion that he exists and all I have to do is sit patiently and wait for him. I've waited long enough I think and if he's not going to come to me, then by God I guess I need to go to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one problem. I have NO idea where to look for him. I've tried looking on this thing here where a few of my friends have found their spouses, but I just don't have any luck. Am I too picky? Perhaps. Should I just try dating guys just to date? Um...I'll have to think about that one. I'm just tired of getting the messages from guys who are not even close to what I am attracted to. Then I think, "is that my problem? Am I too hasty in my judgement of these men?" But I just don't see the point of getting to know someone when you have NO common interests. Yes, opposites have attracted some times, but I'm just not so sure it will with this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I meet guys a lot. And they are just wonderful men. Witty, intellectual, not to bad looking, snazzy dresser, and great to be around. There's just one small, tiny problem....I don't think their wives/fiancees/girlfriends would like to share them with me. Although I've never asked them, but I'm just assuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of being lonely. I don't mind being alone. I actually quite like being by myself. It's just that I would like to know that when I don't feel like being so isolated, there's someone who will wrap his arms around me and make me feel safe and loved. Friends can only do so much for your soul and I truly treasure my friends and the time they spend with me. I just feel that something is missing in my life. Something BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has told me that I do have guys who are interested in me. Yes, that's true. But I have no interest in them. I just don't feel how I think I should feel. You know, butterflies in the stomach. Waiting to just catch a glimpse of him. Smile whenever I think of him and know that he's thinking of me and smiling too. So, where are you?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;*SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-3568470197787698584?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/3568470197787698584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=3568470197787698584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/3568470197787698584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/3568470197787698584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/07/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-268364806187376737</id><published>2007-07-03T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:30:13.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I always wondered.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" id="role_document"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;color:black;" &gt;someone  has been able to photograph&lt;br /&gt;the pot at the  end of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RosTa_FvUFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anraMtNQ1tE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RosTa_FvUFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anraMtNQ1tE/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083177958750769234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;color:black;" &gt; But no one is sure that the pot is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-268364806187376737?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/268364806187376737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=268364806187376737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/268364806187376737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/268364806187376737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-always-wondered.html' title='I always wondered.....'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RosTa_FvUFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anraMtNQ1tE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-4448166191479507654</id><published>2007-04-28T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:02:43.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Spinsterhood</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a birthday party for my friend's son. He's now three. The family was there as well as our mutual friends with their spouses and children. Watching all of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RjPSEGkqqUI/AAAAAAAAABA/3o8-TpATXQU/s1600-h/old+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RjPSEGkqqUI/AAAAAAAAABA/3o8-TpATXQU/s320/old+lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058617774392912194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them interact, kids and adults, made me realize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what it feels like to have a child growing inside of me. To feel all the weird feelings you get when you're pregnant. I only know of these since most all of my friends have gone through pregnancy and subsequently, giving birth. But I may never get the chance to experience them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all these children, I feel two different ways. I feel that I would LOVE to be a mom and have someone to take care of, to nurture, to mold into a wonderful human being. Then I feel that I really don't want the "hassle" of raising children. Of having that same person being completely and totally dependent on me. I couldn't just pick up and leave at a moment's notice. Or just sit around the house b/c I didn't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having children completely changes your life and for the better....or so I've seen and been told. I do hope and pray that some day I'll get to experience parenthood. And part of me really doesn't care if it's for my natural child or not. There are so many children out there who desperately want someone to love them unconditionally and that someone could be me. I always said that if I never did find this guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RjPSRWkqqVI/AAAAAAAAABI/62aYJW5S27o/s1600-h/j0407415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RjPSRWkqqVI/AAAAAAAAABI/62aYJW5S27o/s320/j0407415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058618002026178898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would possibly adopt or at the very least, become a  foster mother. You hear of all these horror stories of foster parents that I would like to know that there is at least one place where children can feel and be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could very well be my house......someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-4448166191479507654?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/4448166191479507654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=4448166191479507654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/4448166191479507654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/4448166191479507654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/04/facing-spinsterhood.html' title='Facing Spinsterhood'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RjPSEGkqqUI/AAAAAAAAABA/3o8-TpATXQU/s72-c/old+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-5187750783693888276</id><published>2007-04-08T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:58:07.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a very Happy and Blessed Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christianodyssey.org/easter/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.christianodyssey.org/easter/easter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-5187750783693888276?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/5187750783693888276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=5187750783693888276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/5187750783693888276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/5187750783693888276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-2291332831398353483</id><published>2007-03-10T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:07:42.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you smell that????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cortesisland.com/tideline/gallery/gallery_113/crocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cortesisland.com/tideline/gallery/gallery_113/crocus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SPRING'S COMING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-2291332831398353483?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/2291332831398353483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=2291332831398353483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2291332831398353483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2291332831398353483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-smell-that.html' title='Do you smell that????'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-6937496222964081488</id><published>2007-02-06T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:58:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.utexas.edu/inside_ut/postcards/graphics/large/holiday/fountain-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.utexas.edu/inside_ut/postcards/graphics/large/holiday/fountain-snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I've let this thing just slip to the back of my mind.....or completely out for that matter. The sad thing is that it wasn't due to my very full schedule. On the contrary, my schedule is anything but hectic. The most I do is work. The least I due is sleep! I guess all this cold weather hasn't helped much. It's been really cold and it makes me not want to do a thing except cuddle up in a blanket and watch tv or movies all day. Maybe have a nice fire in the fireplace too. Oh and someone to cuddle up with wouldn't be too bad either! (so I think that kinda answers your question about me being whisked away by my knight in shining armor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/Rckj7j8K3YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K90KWQPgiZg/s1600-h/410486_knight_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/Rckj7j8K3YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K90KWQPgiZg/s320/410486_knight_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028589965102734722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my little update. I can't promise that there will be tons more in a short amount of time, but I do promise to post something, sometime whenever the mood strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yopyop.com/citizens/images/uploads/Snowman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.yopyop.com/citizens/images/uploads/Snowman.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-6937496222964081488?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/6937496222964081488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=6937496222964081488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/6937496222964081488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/6937496222964081488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/02/brrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrr'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/Rckj7j8K3YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K90KWQPgiZg/s72-c/410486_knight_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-2718173474371387363</id><published>2007-01-12T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:13:50.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year....New Mimi??</title><content type='html'>Another year has come and gone and am I the wiser? Happier? Healthier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the answers to those questions are great big NO'S. It seems that when the old year ends and the new year begins, we are supposed to take stock of our lives, remember the lessons learned from our mistakes and pledge to never make those mistakes again. Does that really work? Do people actually do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to live my life the best I can....actually, strike that. I haven't lived my life at all. There are so many things that I regret not doing and others I regret doing. I feel that I am in neutral, or as my great friend described herself at one time, "treading water." My life is just passing me by and I can't help but to just sit back and watch it go. I feel I have no control, nor know how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; control of my life. I've tried before, but have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my friends and it's as if they are so far in front of me, they are just small specks on the horizon. All are married and have children now. I am still single, without a boyfriend or any prospects either. I don't know why I'm not datable. All my friends tell me that I'm not ugly by any means, I am great to be around, and they're just as dumbfounded as I am as to why no guy has swept me up and taken me off the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I've dated....not much though. One serious relationship spanned 5 years (off and on), and ended with a broken engagement 8 months prior to the wedding day. What is interesting is that the month prior to him calling it off, I heard my little, tiny voice inside my head say "You really don't want to marry him." But I quickly hushed that voice and never heard from it again. Yet, when he did tell me he didn't want to marry me, I was crushed. I missed three days of work b/c I couldn't get out of bed. I was just so devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, my rebound happened. A friend of mine from college looked me up and called me two weeks after my engagement ended. So, we went out as friends, then started dating a few months after that. However, he ended the relationship 8 months after he called me so he could date and then marry someone else.....with my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've gone on a couple first dates, but nothing more. I've even tried the dating sites on the web. I now know two who have met their current spouses on those sites, so why can't I even get a date? I must be way too picky. Actually, some of it is that those who contact me are nothing of what I'd look for in a potential partner. A good reason to date someone isn't "because we live close to each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just this past fall, I tried a different site and had two men contact me. One was quite older than me and the other was my age. The younger one stopped e-mailing me once I asked for a picture.....even though he'd seen mine on the site and I hadn't. The older one quit e-mailing me when I told him that I was thinking of moving out-of-state....sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's my friend who has feelings for me but lives far away. I think about him a lot. I wonder if he may be the one for me? I plan on going to visit him this year...maybe even twice! When he told me he loved me...in a friend way...I thought to myself that he meant as more than a friend. I've known intuitively that he's liked me since we've met. But that was shortly after the rebound so I was in no way, shape, or form looking for someone to date. That and he seemed quite younger than me. He is four years younger than I am, which is no big deal now, yet seemed like a huge issue when we met (at least for me that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep replaying the night he kissed me over and over. I can still feel his hand on the side of my face and his lips on mine. Does that mean something? If he were still here, would we date? My biggest fear is losing him as a friend because none of my relationships have ended amicably where we're still friends. However, somehow, he can still be friends with some of the girls he's dated. I don't know how people do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never wrap my head around the idea of "just dating." I've known of girls who have casually dated guys (and casually done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; things with them). I just can't do that. There has to be something there. I don't believe in the growing to love someone philosophy. I believe in a spark between two people that grows into a raging fire and never dies down. I thought I had that with my first love. There was something inside of me that thought "This is the man I will marry!" To my dismay, he wasn't. I'm ok with not marrying him because he wasn't good enough for me. Really, he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just never thought I'd be in my 30's, single, still living at home, and feeling like such a loser. I thought I'd be married and be done having children by now. I know it's "ok" to not be married by now nor have children either since apparently you can have them well into your 50's and 60's! Yet, I always pictured growing "up" with my children and not being "old" with them. And who knows? I may never have children. At least natural ones anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years and experiences (and lack thereof), I still find myself wondering that if I do find someone who will date me, will I think I'm falling for him just because we're dating and not because I truly love him? I wonder this about my friend. At times I feel that we could really be great together and then others I think that I'm just feeling it because there are no other potential suitors at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to another year of questions without answers. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-2718173474371387363?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/2718173474371387363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=2718173474371387363&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2718173474371387363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/2718173474371387363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-yearnew-mimi.html' title='New Year....New Mimi??'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-3756891553831031619</id><published>2006-12-25T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:46:38.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RZAOckTGEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ft8ts4LpxJU/s1600-h/snowmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RZAOckTGEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ft8ts4LpxJU/s320/snowmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012522269206254098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RZAOckTGEiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Noyf5yNThtA/s1600-h/snowmen+sledding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RZAOckTGEiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Noyf5yNThtA/s320/snowmen+sledding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012522269206254114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-3756891553831031619?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/3756891553831031619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=3756891553831031619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/3756891553831031619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/3756891553831031619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtjoOIoMCMQ/RZAOckTGEhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ft8ts4LpxJU/s72-c/snowmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-5568697989544173234</id><published>2006-11-28T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:45:53.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eastenders-west.com/Content/BBC%20News/images_bbc%20news/Time-Flies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.eastenders-west.com/Content/BBC%20News/images_bbc%20news/Time-Flies.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's been a long time since I posted. It seems that time just keeps moving faster and faster!! Does anyone know how to slow it down a little? Just a little....enough to be able to catch my breath. Relax. Maybe plan a trip to somewhere warm. Read a good book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find&lt;/span&gt; a good book to read! Spend more time living life than watching it slip by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that as we get older, &lt;a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/2006/06/time-flies.html#links"&gt;time flies&lt;/a&gt; away? I remember being a young girl and wishing I was older because then I could do this or do that. Now that I am older, I wish that it hadn't gone as fast. I went to sleep one night and woke up 10, 15, 20 years older the next morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-5568697989544173234?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/5568697989544173234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=5568697989544173234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/5568697989544173234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/5568697989544173234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-116336531212415907</id><published>2006-11-12T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time waster</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Christmas is Most Like: A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/a-charlie-brown-christmas.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, you really get into the spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Which is much more important to you than nifty presents.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourchristmasmostlikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romatic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/pisces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Pisces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and intuitive, you are perfect for a Pisces that lives to love you.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive enough to appreciate and explore the deep emotions of a Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Pisces will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous and totally giving in relationships, something Pisces demands.&lt;br /&gt;You are also dreamy enough to get lost in fantasy with Pisces, but realistic enough to stay grounded.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 74% Passionate, 26% Compassionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/love-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust.&lt;br /&gt;You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/"&gt;Is Your Love Style Passionate or Compassionate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 69% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing isn't a casual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip to lip action makes your heart sing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1950s Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priscilla Regina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/"&gt;What's your 1950s Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 37% Male, 63% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you generally drive like a typical female.&lt;br /&gt;You are a careful, skilled driver. And you are patient in sticky driving situations.&lt;br /&gt;You may get aggressive from time to time, but normally you're a cool, collected driver.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF8C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mood Ring is Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/purple.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sensual&lt;br /&gt;Clear mind&lt;br /&gt;Purpose is known&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/"&gt;Mood Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 48% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't exactly open minded, but you have been known to occasionally change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're tolerant enough to get along with others who are very different...&lt;br /&gt;But you may be quietly judgmental of things or people you think are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You take your own values pretty seriously, and it would take a lot to change them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Passion is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/pink-passion.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and naive, you approach sex with a virginal mindset.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to enjoy teasing and flaunting much more than actual sex.&lt;br /&gt;You're a notorious flirt, and you can pick up anyone you desire.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, your reputation is a lot steamier than your real sex life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Passion?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Bumper Sticker Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbumperstickershouldbeonyourcarquiz/sticker-12.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do whatever my Rice Krispies tell me to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbumperstickershouldbeonyourcarquiz/"&gt;What Bumper Sticker Should Be On Your Car?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Godfather Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/the-godfather.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone crosses you, and they'll end up with a scoop of this in their bed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your New Year's Resolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/newyears.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a pet hedgehog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat less onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel to Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Study witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Get in shape with whitewater rafting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyournewyearsresolutionbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your New Year's Resoluton Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are a refined lady with excellent manners.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to relax and not get too serious about etiquette&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the confidence to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Surrealism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/surrealism.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own.&lt;br /&gt;It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy.&lt;br /&gt;You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Art Movement Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Stuffing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpartofthanksgivingareyouquiz/stuffing.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.&lt;br /&gt;People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpartofthanksgivingareyouquiz/"&gt;What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Explorer SportTrac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-explorer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough and supercharged, you have some rather extreme driving practices.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to intimidate a few drivers. You rule the road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/logic.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic&lt;br /&gt;While you don't have perfect logic, your logic is pretty darn good&lt;br /&gt;Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(225, 225, 225);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/infj.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative health practitioner&lt;br /&gt;Architect&lt;br /&gt;Environmental lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Librarian&lt;br /&gt;Magazine editor&lt;br /&gt;Museum curator&lt;br /&gt;Novelist&lt;br /&gt;Nutritionist&lt;br /&gt;Photo journalist&lt;br /&gt;Playwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to give more than take in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;color:black;" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#99DDFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ADDAFF"&gt;60% Austin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2D6FF"&gt;55% Atlanta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D3FF"&gt;55% Las Vegas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBCFFF"&gt;55% Miami&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;55% San Francisco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichamericancitiesbestfityouquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-116336531212415907?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/116336531212415907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=116336531212415907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116336531212415907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116336531212415907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-waster.html' title='Time waster'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-116295097829085342</id><published>2006-11-07T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you choose the right candidate when neither is good enough? Do you choose the lesser of the two evils, if that's even possible, or do you just not vote? Let's just say it was a toughy tonight. Hopefully I chose the right one and the right one wins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-116295097829085342?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/116295097829085342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=116295097829085342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116295097829085342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116295097829085342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-do-you-choose-right-candidate-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-116148777136489558</id><published>2006-10-21T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to the confusion</title><content type='html'>From one of my &lt;a href="http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-just-not-that-into-youam-i.html"&gt;earlier posts&lt;/a&gt;, I told you about my friend who would like things to be more between us. I talked to him on the phone recently and before we hung up he told me "I love you." In a weird sixth sense kind of way, I knew it was coming, but it still caught me off guard. After a bit of a pause, searching for the words to say, I just said "You do?" To which he replied, "Yeah. I love all my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on this, he just found out the day prior that one of his friends was killed. I've actually met her and thought she was just an awesome person. So vibrant, friendly, loving, caring. She made everyone feel accepted and I felt as if I had known her forever. Anyway, he left a voice mail telling me about it, so I called him and we talked for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had to go since he was at work, so that's how our conversation ended. Now, I'm thinking that he just wanted me to know how he felt about me since life can change in an instant and you just might not have the chance to say to someone what you need to say. But still, I have a feeling that he meant it in the way that he loves me as more than a friend. I'm still unsure what I feel for him and I think it is difficult to figure out since he does live so far away. I see him very seldom so it's truly hard for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at knowing how I feel. That might be difficult for you to understand, but after loving one man only to have him shatter my heart into a million pieces quite a lot, I question and second guess my feelings now. I can't trust them...or rather don't trust them. I don't know how to move beyond this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep down I really do want to see what would happen between us, but one BIG hurdle would be the distance. I'm not in the position to move that far and he can't move here. Another obstacle in the way is my fear. Fear of losing him as a friend, fear of giving my heart to someone again, fear of being rejected after he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; gets to know me, and fear of failing....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been someone who dated just to date. I just thought that it was senseless. Why date someone if you didn't have the thought that it would go somewhere or that you felt some sort of connection with him? Maybe I'm being ridiculous, but it's how I've always viewed dating. I guess I get too attached instead of being able to keep it casual and just date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still need to figure out how I feel and then somehow, get the courage to talk to him about it. I know it won't be easy either way b/c I'm just not good at talking about my feelings....unless it's with my best friend. She loves me no matter what and won't end our friendship b/c of something I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just love to be able to be that free and trusting with a man. Maybe someday. Maybe with this friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-116148777136489558?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/116148777136489558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=116148777136489558&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116148777136489558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116148777136489558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/10/adding-to-confusion.html' title='Adding to the confusion'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-116104491353110476</id><published>2006-10-16T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for not posting as often as I should. Things have been quite hectic lately and I haven't had a lot of time for things. But I would much rather spend my time looking at your posts and find out what's happening with all of you than post nothingness on my blog. Also, just haven't had much to say. Hopefully there will be more to talk about and more time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with all of you! Take care!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-116104491353110476?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/116104491353110476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=116104491353110476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116104491353110476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116104491353110476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/10/apologies.html' title='Apologies...'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-116052302296829880</id><published>2006-10-10T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>it's a little early for this, but it was too cute to pass up!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Traditional Christmas Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatchristmastreeareyouquiz/traditional-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a good Christmas, you don't have to re-invent the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;You already have traditions, foods, and special things you bring out every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatchristmastreeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Christmas Tree Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-116052302296829880?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/116052302296829880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=116052302296829880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116052302296829880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/116052302296829880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/10/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115879990484909561</id><published>2006-09-20T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To hear or not to hear, that is the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aslschool.org/ASL_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.aslschool.org/ASL_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonite I caught a good portion of a documentary about being deaf a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd whether or not to get a cochlear implant. It focused on one family who are all deaf; mother, father, and theirthree children. The parents were deciding whether or not the implant was right for their 5-yr-old daughter. They spoke with their extended family and met with other families who decided to have their child get the implant. However, these families were "hearing families" who bore a deaf child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The deaf parents decided that an implant was not right for their daughter. They felt that if she were to hear, she'd become a different person, that she would lose part of herself. They were told by the "hearing parents" that the specialists wanted their daughter to NOT use sign language because she may come to rely on it too much and not learn how to speak well. The thought of the "deaf parents'" daughter being forbidden to use sign language did not appeal to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the parents of the father think it's horrible that they have decided to not have their daughter get the implant. They went to far as to say that it was abusive. The mother was trying to explain to her son that she saw what he had to go through growing up and she couldn't understand why they would want their daughter to go through it as well. The father's nephew was born deaf to hearing parents and they decided to have their son get the implant. Many of the deaf community were upset that they decided to do this. They feel that these parents are being cruel to their child by making him a hearing person instead of leaving him deaf. They don't see it as a handicap, but a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deafblind.com/Spectra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.deafblind.com/Spectra1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, the original parents decided against the implant for their daughter and also decided to move to Maryland where there is a large deaf community. There is also a great school for the deaf there. They felt immediately at ease especially when the mother went to a store and asked where the baby bottles were and the store clerk signed to her where she could find them. However, once they told the parents of the father they were moving, their reaction to is was negative. The gra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ndparents questioned whether or not their children were moving just to avoid the issue of the implant. That they were "building a fence" around their children by immersing and keeping them in a deaf world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, the debate is whether or not the implant is right. Do the deaf really want the technology? Should hearing parents who have deaf children immediately run out and have an implant placed in their child? Should deaf parents deny their deaf children the right to hear for fear that their children will forget their deaf world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115879990484909561?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115879990484909561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115879990484909561&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115879990484909561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115879990484909561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-hear-or-not-to-hear-that-is.html' title='To hear or not to hear, that is the question.'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115794994567870897</id><published>2006-09-11T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:55.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/New_York_Times_9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/New_York_Times_9-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fd/National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fd/National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/93/Pentagon_crach_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/93/Pentagon_crach_site.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/47/P200336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.all-patriotic.com/media/lg11724.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115794994567870897?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115794994567870897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115794994567870897&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115794994567870897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115794994567870897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-rememberance.html' title='&lt;center&gt;In Rememberance&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115722233919748015</id><published>2006-09-02T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not that into you....am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://xemotearzx.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fs4.deviantart.com/i/2005/135/1/4/HE_LOVES_ME_NOT_by_xemotearzx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://fs4.deviantart.com/i/2005/135/1/4/HE_LOVES_ME_NOT_by_xemotearzx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do you tell your friend that you're not interested in him romantically? At least I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I'm interested. He made his feelings for me known last spring. I've never confirmed nor denied mine because I wasn't sure. Still not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difficulty though is that he lives miles away. Like "need a plane to get there" miles. Although he has solved that problem by asking me to move there with him. Hmmmmm....might cause more confusion than cures.       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://xemotearzx.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While my friend was home visiting recently, we went out to dinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;er. It was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;leasant dinner and the conversation was nice. Awkward at times, but nice nonetheless. After dinner we went back to where he was staying to watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; During the movie, he reached over to me, turned my face towards his and kissed me. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I froze. Nothing would come from my mouth. We returned to watching the movie. From that point on, I have been wondering if I do, in deed, have feelings for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never spoke of the kiss nor our feelings the whole time he was here. I e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nded up spilling my heart out in an e-mail. Yeah. I know what you're thinking. "You sent it in an e-mail??!!!" Let me just tell you though that I explained to him in the e-mail why I sent an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was kind and he said that he did like me a lot, but if I wanted to remain friends, that would be fine with him as he treasures my friendship. Whew. I thought for sure I would annihilate him even though I was honest in my e-mail. I told him I was not sure if I had feelings other than friendship for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like hurting people's feelings. But it is especially hard on me when it's a very good friend. I think he was disappointed and sad that I didn't say "yes! Let's give it a try!!" I just couldn't. Although, part of me wonders that if he were still close to here, would I date him then? Would I take the chance to see if there was something between us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://xemotearzx.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known that he's liked me ever since we met. At that time though I had just gotten out of not one, but two relationships and I just was not in the frame of mind to find a boyfriend. As the years progressed, we became closer friends yet he never expressed his feelings for me until this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, do I have feelings for him? Last year, before he moved away, he was dating someone and I was kind of jealous of that. I don't know if it's because I had feelings for him or that she changed our friendship some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always a gentleman. He opens doors for women and whenever we went out, even though I protested, he paid. After he started dating this one though, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; told him that he shouldn't open doors for me as well as her anymore or pay for me anymore. I understand the paying thing for me as it wasn't necessary, but opening doors for women?? If my boyfriend opened doors for any and all women, I would be honored to be with him. I've seen too many men who just ignore these chivalrous acts that take no real effort on their parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm just stuck here in limbo. Do I like him? Do I not? How do I tell? Is it too late to even try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: ©2005-2006 ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://xemotearzx.deviantart.com/"&gt;xemotearzx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115722233919748015?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115722233919748015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115722233919748015&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115722233919748015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115722233919748015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-just-not-that-into-youam-i.html' title='I&apos;m just not that into you....&lt;i&gt;am I&lt;/i&gt; ?'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115690617174033861</id><published>2006-08-29T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To lighten the mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://faucetbay.com/images/Silly-Monkey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://faucetbay.com/images/Silly-Monkey.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gameops.com/image/shop/silly_victim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.gameops.com/image/shop/silly_victim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gurleff.tripod.com/Media/silly.JPEG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115690617174033861?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115690617174033861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115690617174033861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115690617174033861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115690617174033861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-lighten-mood.html' title='To lighten the mood...'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115660242247448282</id><published>2006-08-26T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is anyone else afraid that we're entering into WWIII??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115660242247448282?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115660242247448282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115660242247448282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115660242247448282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115660242247448282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-anyone-else-afraid-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115595907278398221</id><published>2006-08-18T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days</title><content type='html'>that's what the rest of the week has been. Monday was horrible! Just read &lt;a href="http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-ill-admit-it.html"&gt;my last post&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week went fine. And the weekend is here, so it's a party! That is until Monday rolls around again.  Why is it such a crappy day anyway???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115595907278398221?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115595907278398221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115595907278398221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115595907278398221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115595907278398221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/better-days.html' title='Better Days'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115561059502611423</id><published>2006-08-14T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/3401/1600/case%20of%20the%20mondays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1715/3401/320/case%20of%20the%20mondays.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I'll admit it. I had a case of the Mondays today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Sunday night when I couldn't get to sleep and stay asleep. Toss....turn....toss....turn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the highway is like being trapped in a room with swarms of bees....all just buzzing around you and you're just waiting to get stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is just hell on earth, I'm convinced of that. I really dislike Alexander Graham Bell after working this job. Mondays are just the worst because EVERYONE feels that they should call the office right at 9AM just to make an appointment for 8 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                Then there are just the geniuses that call in. Today was a stellar day for the dumbasses to be calling in. I'm surprised they even knew how to dial the phone! One person had to pause and THINK about their personal information like date of birth, address, phone....you know, the stuff you've known since you could speak! And I'm not just talking a slight pause, I'm talking about 20-30 second pauses!!! The conversation, and I use that term loosely, lasted approximately 20 minutes just to make an appointment which should take only about 5 minutes, 10 tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was even better than the drive in because it was now raining. Not torrential downpour mind you, just a mist to sprinkle.  So you know what that means...yep drive 35 mph in a 55mph zone. That won't affect all the other traffic coming up behind you while you're crawling. Or there was the gentleman who was talking on his cell while he was driving. Yes, I do it too, however, I pay more attention to my driving than I do the call. I at least do the speed limit and not 20mph slower! Of course, once I got in the other lane to pass him, the truck in front of me decides that he needs to slow up a bit while the other nimrod speeds up! I finally get around both of them and just look at the guy on the phone. He had finally gotten into the slow lane and slowed way down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, things got better. Ate some dinner, cleaned a little, now blogging. Here's hoping Tuesday is better! (although not to be a negative Nelly, but so far it's almost 11pm and I feel wide awake! Ugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115561059502611423?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115561059502611423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115561059502611423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115561059502611423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115561059502611423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-ill-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115534385508461711</id><published>2006-08-11T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd pop on to say hey, so "HEY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been quite a while since I've posted and I'm sure everyone has forgotten all about me. I'll try to be more consistent in my posts. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on back now, ya hear?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115534385508461711?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115534385508461711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115534385508461711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115534385508461711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115534385508461711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115361047542633088</id><published>2006-07-22T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did parents lose the right to be parents?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you are familiar with &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2006-07-11-herbal-remedy_x.htm"&gt;Starchild Abraham Cherrix&lt;/a&gt; and his fight against Hodgkin's disease. If you aren't, then you're in the right place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham is a 16-yr-old young man who was diagnosed with Hodgkin's disease and underwent chemotherapy for it. However, it became active again and he refused to take the chemo treatments for a second time since the first round made him so ill and weak. In place of this treatment, he discovered an alternative medicinal way of treating his illness. It consists of an organic diet and an herbal remedy as supervised by a clinic in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen him on The Big Idea with Donny Deutsch and he states that what he is doing now is helping him. So, he's rejecting the conventional chemo that the medical experts say are better for him. Because of this, his parents are now sharing custody of their son with the county. Furthermore, &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-07-21-youth-cancer_x.htm"&gt;a judge&lt;/a&gt; has found the parents medically negligent and is ordering the son to report to a hospital for treatment. Of course, the family is appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how many of you think it's fair that the parents aren't allowed to parent their children?! If they've all come to the agreement that he will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;undergo the traditional treatment and will try an alternative treatment instead, who's the court to say otherwise?! Why are we letting the government tell us how to run our lives and raise our children?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this country was founded on the principle of freedom. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the judicial system stepping in when a child is actually being neglected....you know by not having food in the house, keeping up their personal hygiene, or God forbid being abused. But seriously, this is too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?! The gov't telling us what we can and can't feed our kids?! Actually that might not be a bad idea. Since the obesity rate in children is skyrocketing largely due to the hurriedness of our lives, the ample supply of fast food, and the lack of eating as a family (in my opinion), I think the gov't should outlaw ALL fast food and supply only organic, healthy food to the citizens of these United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why stop there?! Outlaw all cigarettes, alcohol, pop, anything artificial and whatever else is bad for us to consume. That way we'll all be leaner and healthier. We couldn't be seen as "the lazy Americans" anymore. No! We'd be the lean, mean, fighting machines that we once were. The powerhouse that kept things in balance and the ones everyone looked up to and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this would mean that the gov't would also have to institute a law requiring EVERY American to exercise for a minimum of one hour &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each and every day&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine if this were to come to fruition?! Ahhhhh Utopia, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see it now.....American fitness clubs that everyone had a membership to and since the gov't is making this mandatory, it's free to all (including the illegals cause we gotta take care of them too, right?!). There would also be the mandatory work-out uniform. You know, like those we had to wear in gym class. Nasty nylon or polyester shorts with a cotton shirt. We could even incorporate all the Americanisms into it. A bald eagle here, a flag there, some red, white and blue thrown in for kicks. Perhaps a little insignia on the upper left side and then we could have our names on the back like baseball jerseys with another insignia in the center instead of a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. That's it! That's the ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a show of hands....Who's moving to Canada with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115361047542633088?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115361047542633088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115361047542633088&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115361047542633088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115361047542633088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-did-parents-lose-right-to-be.html' title='When did parents lose the right to be parents?'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115349504703271448</id><published>2006-07-21T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:54.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to those who have commented on my blog. I really wasn't expecting many, if any at all! A special thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://lifelessid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Design Goddess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who somehow stumbled upon my blog and thought enough of it to share it with others! I hope those of you who've stopped by will return now and then to see what's going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbskids.org/lions/words/images/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pbskids.org/lions/words/images/smile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115349504703271448?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115349504703271448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115349504703271448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115349504703271448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115349504703271448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-of-thanks.html' title='A word of thanks'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115344513760497127</id><published>2006-07-20T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:53.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the guys...</title><content type='html'>Do you actually see yourself using this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trendir.com/archives/natures-call-flower-shaped-urinal-clark-sorensen-red-hibiscus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.trendir.com/archives/natures-call-flower-shaped-urinal-clark-sorensen-red-hibiscus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's pretty and all, but seriously, a flower for a urinal??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115344513760497127?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115344513760497127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115344513760497127&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115344513760497127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115344513760497127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-guys.html' title='For the guys...'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31429028.post-115344186003617956</id><published>2006-07-20T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:32:53.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everyone in Blog world. My name is Mimi (no, not &lt;a href="http://www.lookadoo.com/images/mimi.jpg"&gt;this Mimi&lt;/a&gt;) and I've been roped into this part of the internet by my friends and I'm not quite sure what to do with it. More than likely it will be filled with things that pop into my head....which might make sense only to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, sit down, hold on, and hang tight....it's going to be an interesting ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelessid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31429028-115344186003617956?l=mimiralou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/feeds/115344186003617956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31429028&amp;postID=115344186003617956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115344186003617956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31429028/posts/default/115344186003617956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimiralou.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-very-first-post.html' title='My very first post'/><author><name>Mimi RaLou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00838894103016318335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1135/2329/1600/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
