<?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-4157617320745003514</id><updated>2012-01-15T12:54:53.346-05:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>365 Days of Gratitude Photoblog</title><subtitle type='html'>be grateful for the simple things in life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>510</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8268295914345514498</id><published>2011-04-29T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:25:45.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFBhH9GRaGA/Tbt1tZiCpZI/AAAAAAAACS0/gHwzsqsCBPQ/s1600/IMG_4238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFBhH9GRaGA/Tbt1tZiCpZI/AAAAAAAACS0/gHwzsqsCBPQ/s320/IMG_4238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601199984373573010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. It's been a while. My apologies. I've missed you and I hope you've missed me too, my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't lie to you. Since October, there have been many little challenges thrown in my path which has caused me to withdraw and to be a stranger. It began with health issues in October which coincided with the loss of a cherished and old friendship in my life. I was off my feet, quite literally, and had far too much time to think, to dwell,  and to be confused. Autumn turned into winter and it hit me rather hard this time around. There was seasonal depression and the discovery of a lot of anger brewing inside of me (mainly due to this friendship ending). I tried my best to keep my chin up but, instead of talking it out, I filled certain gaps in my life with far too much overtime at work. Yes, not healthy. Consciously, I decided to turn things around for ME -- I began to work out daily which was great for both my mind and body. I began to write daily. I began to realize that there was a lot I needed to let go of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my birthday, my computer died and then my health started acting up again. That explains my disappearing act. As for my health, my joints began to ache. I thought it was simply PMS but it lasted two months. Dull, achy pain, and completely mentally exhausting. A pain that you can live with but is a bit draining on your happiness and spirit after a while. By the time I got in to see my doctor, the pain vanished. She thinks it is either Rheumatoid Arthritis or Lupus (possibly related to my Hypothyroidism?) so if and when I have another flare-up of pain, I have to go for more blood work. I am so grateful to not be in pain and I am so grateful that I can be active again in the way I wish to be. Seeing my osteopath has helped me so much, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, as I was walking home from work, I saw a cyclist get hit by a car door. It was in fast moving traffic and the cyclist could not avoid hitting the car door as there was a bus to his left. There was a loud thud, a man tangled in a bicycle, and a collective gasp on the street. It rattled me and, luckily, the cyclist was okay. As I walked away from the accident, in the warm sun, thoughts flooded my mind and tears to my eyes. I was so grateful that my friend/co-worker Laura gave me a hug that day and hope she is careful on her bike. I thought of my grandfather, who was a victim of a hit and run accident on his bicycle (he was injured, one leg amputated) ... and how much I missed him. And I thought of the friendship in my life that I recently lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woke me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that life is too short to hold onto such anger and bitterness of disappointment, of a broken heart in the end of a friendship. This person hurt me deeply but at the end of the day and the end of it all - I never hated this person. In fact, I loved this person and will always love this person even though their actions did not make any sense to me or my heart. I have no regrets and I know that this person will always be a part of me and a part of my history. I forgive him and I forgive myself. I can think back on our friendship and I can now smile. It has taken me a very long time to see again the beauty in all of this. It is a bittersweet feeling but I no longer feel weighed down by the pain of heart ache and severely bruised ego. In that moment, I declared - &lt;b&gt;"today, I let go of anger"&lt;/b&gt;. I feel free again, I feel like I can smile with ease, and I feel genuinely content. Though, I can honestly use a hug every now and then ... things are calm, the sun feels warm on my face, and I feel better than I have in a very long time. I have learned so much since October. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photograph is of the necklace that I bought for myself on my birthday. I'm not into jewelry but this piece called out to me. It feels right and reminds me of many things - strength, beauty, love, lust, a diamond in the rough, loneliness and friendship, longing and loss, good luck and good timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to let go of anger, it feels good to not be depressed/anxious, it feels good to not be in physical pain, and it feels good to smile. I am grateful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8268295914345514498?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8268295914345514498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8268295914345514498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8268295914345514498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8268295914345514498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-i-am-gratefulan-update.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...an update!'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFBhH9GRaGA/Tbt1tZiCpZI/AAAAAAAACS0/gHwzsqsCBPQ/s72-c/IMG_4238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4590776202848919552</id><published>2011-02-09T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:31:19.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWT9aOnOYc/TVNnNTRapGI/AAAAAAAACSs/1VTrU7Q7bCk/s1600/IMG_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWT9aOnOYc/TVNnNTRapGI/AAAAAAAACSs/1VTrU7Q7bCk/s320/IMG_3915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571910642196718690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I'll be honest - I am in a cantankerous mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since moving away, I haven't really dealt with birthdays very well. Birthdays and holidays; I miss my parents, my sister, and my old friends. I am not very pleasant to be around and I have had my own private cry in the bathtub. Tomorrow, my birthday, I will put on my best face and work happily. Sigh. I know there are so many things to be grateful for but there are some tough days when it is difficult to see the good things. As happy as I can be, there will always be darkness that follows me. I accept this and know this will flow and pass as it typically does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no issues with telling someone that I am proud of them or that I am grateful for them. I should do it more often. I realize I'm an "adult" and I shouldn't need reassurance. Sometimes, I just want to hear someone say, "I'm so happy you are in my life" or "You are a beautiful person". I am a sensitive and often needy person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I am so tired of this loneliness that also follows me. It has been awhile since a friend here called me up to say "let's go out". Friends back home, sure. Here, nope. I go out and people stare at me like I am a fucking freak. People sit and stare like I have a bloody head wound. I have never been so invisible in the eyes of the opposite sex as I have in this city. I feel like I'm some sort of shadow blending into the back ground. No impact even though I know I'm a pretty wonderful person. Whine, whine, whine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I need a hug. My apologies for my pity party. These last few months haven't been easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank goodness for chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4590776202848919552?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4590776202848919552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4590776202848919552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4590776202848919552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4590776202848919552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SWT9aOnOYc/TVNnNTRapGI/AAAAAAAACSs/1VTrU7Q7bCk/s72-c/IMG_3915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2604475239176584536</id><published>2011-02-08T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:13:01.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="292" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f11-ClTi3og?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, there is no photograph today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for laughing so much today. I think I am sleep deprived and winter is getting to me. I was giggly all day and I kept it all inside as my office is unusually quiet. My co-worker and friend, Laura, showed me this clip from Flight of the Conchords close to the end of my shift. Tears welled up in my eyes and I had a good laugh out loud. I laugh so much with Laura and this was just too much! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2604475239176584536?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2604475239176584536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2604475239176584536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2604475239176584536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2604475239176584536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful_08.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f11-ClTi3og/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3132230291489674002</id><published>2011-02-07T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:38:15.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TVDHz4-6GII/AAAAAAAACSc/Hxb_sO9IKzk/s1600/IMG_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TVDHz4-6GII/AAAAAAAACSc/Hxb_sO9IKzk/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571172433340799106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have fumbled for months but I believe I have found a solid footing to walk away and the grace to let you go, my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday. It will take a while to remember you with fondness and a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3132230291489674002?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3132230291489674002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3132230291489674002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3132230291489674002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3132230291489674002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TVDHz4-6GII/AAAAAAAACSc/Hxb_sO9IKzk/s72-c/IMG_3928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5448340865543611851</id><published>2011-02-06T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:57:41.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU9r1OOZEfI/AAAAAAAACSU/092h6x3ay34/s1600/IMG_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU9r1OOZEfI/AAAAAAAACSU/092h6x3ay34/s320/IMG_3905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570789826176291314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... for warm winter days when you can smell spring in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, we are all sick of winter and spring feels like it will never arrive. I keep thinking, spring is around the bend ... just a few more weeks ... let's hang on and we'll get through this. Today, the sun felt warm on my face and, as I walked along my way, puddles of melting snow were at my feet. It felt promising. The winter blues will soon go away, I'm certain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see in the photograph, there are no puddles to be seen. There were puddles, I promise - we received a good amount of snow over the past week and the city's snow removal trucks have yet to visit my neighborhood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5448340865543611851?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5448340865543611851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5448340865543611851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5448340865543611851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5448340865543611851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU9r1OOZEfI/AAAAAAAACSU/092h6x3ay34/s72-c/IMG_3905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8911819475348898477</id><published>2011-02-05T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:38:23.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU4WBtTLB7I/AAAAAAAACSM/lraUs-Lh6SE/s1600/IMG_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU4WBtTLB7I/AAAAAAAACSM/lraUs-Lh6SE/s320/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570414007699572658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for playtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toshio is the first dog I have had in my life. One thing I have learned from this silly dingo is that you are never too old to play. He taught me how to play again. I love the weekends because I have ample time to play with him - run around, throw things, and explore. He loves the winter in particular so I have learned to enjoy it a little more as well. He's hilarious in the snow. You can simply pick up a snowball and he will begin to drool - he loves snowballs that much. Seeing my dog happy makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple things, my friends - it's all about simple things. We should appreciate every single piece of happiness. I, too, have to remind myself of this because I do battle with darkness far too often than I would like to admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8911819475348898477?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8911819475348898477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8911819475348898477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8911819475348898477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8911819475348898477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TU4WBtTLB7I/AAAAAAAACSM/lraUs-Lh6SE/s72-c/IMG_3877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5664006135726245389</id><published>2011-02-04T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:30:49.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUzReHANyEI/AAAAAAAACSE/610wi7XDzJA/s1600/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUzReHANyEI/AAAAAAAACSE/610wi7XDzJA/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570057154356693058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for belated Christmas gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big thanks to my lovely friend Nicole for the thoughtful gift. I laughed and I smiled. I have some pretty amazing friends back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am also grateful that it is Friday. I would post a photo of myself made haggard by a tiring winter work week but that won't be pretty. Though I will miss silly laughs with certain co-workers, I'm happy to not be at work and sleeping in the warmth of my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5664006135726245389?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5664006135726245389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5664006135726245389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5664006135726245389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5664006135726245389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUzReHANyEI/AAAAAAAACSE/610wi7XDzJA/s72-c/IMG_3831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-511930645273175657</id><published>2011-02-03T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:18:28.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUt8FTX2CBI/AAAAAAAACR8/KngPY-pCNdk/s1600/IMG_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUt8FTX2CBI/AAAAAAAACR8/KngPY-pCNdk/s320/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569681794715224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for taking care of the business of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dealt with lower back pain for far too long. It's not daily - I am very thankful for that - but when it does strike, it strikes something fierce. At it's worst, it is around ovulation. The joys of being a woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw an osteopath today. Some people may not trust it or find it a valid form of treatment but as long as no one is cracking my neck or prescribing me heavy-duty painkillers - I thought I would give it a go. It was relaxing, interesting, relieving, and a bit painful. Some aspects of osteopathy I do question but, over all, I left pleased and will return. It was amazing just to feel tension worked away from my back, neck, and legs. I've never even had a professional massage before this was a treat (and covered by insurance!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for stretches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-511930645273175657?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/511930645273175657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=511930645273175657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/511930645273175657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/511930645273175657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUt8FTX2CBI/AAAAAAAACR8/KngPY-pCNdk/s72-c/IMG_3832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1925581498581012967</id><published>2011-02-02T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:32:51.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUod4FImmfI/AAAAAAAACR0/1t5MAMngEpg/s1600/IMG_6078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUod4FImmfI/AAAAAAAACR0/1t5MAMngEpg/s320/IMG_6078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569296738485180914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... for gentlemen and feeling like a lady. Yes, it sounds silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this day and age, women are taught to be strong and independent. And I support this idea, wholeheartedly. Yet, I cannot help appreciate men who will open the door for me or let me pass through the subway turnstile before them. I can certainly open my own doors and go through turnstiles whenever I damn well please ... ha ha ... but I like it. It makes me smile when a man politely nods while opening the door for me. It adds to the feeling of femininity when a man smiles gently and gestures for me to walk through first. Call me weak or what you may, I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, sometimes, connections are lost in a big city. Coming from a small town, you do notice the difference. People are in a rush, strangers you see daily won't bother to say hello, and we're all in our own worlds in one big world. It's a shame. It may sound equally as silly but a smile from a stranger could make a difference in somebody's day. So, to the men of Montreal who have recently opened the door for me and were polite gentlemen - thank you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, the photograph above is of a very good friend of mine and a stranger who was helping her figure out a parking meter. He was a very friendly, fatherly chap and I couldn't help but smile at his helpfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1925581498581012967?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1925581498581012967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1925581498581012967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1925581498581012967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1925581498581012967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/we.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUod4FImmfI/AAAAAAAACR0/1t5MAMngEpg/s72-c/IMG_6078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2563199558939611573</id><published>2011-02-01T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:57:40.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUjT25Um4UI/AAAAAAAACRs/ZrR5BmC5LYU/s1600/IMG_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUjT25Um4UI/AAAAAAAACRs/ZrR5BmC5LYU/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568933879297270082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... for days that feel sunny and bright even on the gloomiest and grayest of winter days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today feels like a good day to begin again. The last few months have been rough, both physically and mentally. My body managed to heal itself and left me with the rest to work through. Healing a heart is a much lengthier, more precise process. I am still traveling through it, trying to keep my chin up as time guides me gently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of my health, the many doctors I saw over many weeks could not find the answer to my problem. They ruled out all the "bad stuff" and were very thorough - many thanks go to the Montreal General Hospital. Not only are they thorough but the staff is delicious eye candy! See, I can look on the bright side of being in physical pain and illness. *wink* My best guess, as well as my family doctor, is that it was my thyroid. The moment I switched dosages; the pain, inflammation, and edema in my joints went away. I kindly suggest any reader with hypo/hyperthyroidism to monitor your thyroid regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also very grateful for all the office silliness that ensued today. Some days, it just feels too good to laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2563199558939611573?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2563199558939611573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2563199558939611573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2563199558939611573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2563199558939611573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TUjT25Um4UI/AAAAAAAACRs/ZrR5BmC5LYU/s72-c/IMG_3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-279005826159047996</id><published>2010-10-21T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:12:04.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm still here - just not blogging! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week and a half have been a little rough. I've spent the majority of this week in ER/the hospital seeing specialists, getting xrays, having blood taken, and even an ultrasound of my organs. Don't worry - all the truly bad things have been dismissed (like "organ failure" or "cardiac arrest", etc). The problem is, the doctors and specialists don't really know what is going on with me. In the meantime, I am resting at home and blogging is the last thing on my mind right now. I am in good spirits however, feeling happy that nothing major is going on, and putting a lot into perspective. I am on prednisone which is cutting back on the inflammation - I can put on shoes and walk fairly comfortably. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will return. I just need a little rest. I know y'all understand. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-279005826159047996?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/279005826159047996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=279005826159047996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/279005826159047996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/279005826159047996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1227977183430675021</id><published>2010-10-13T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:32:46.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLZ4aS4z_NI/AAAAAAAACQo/SFLJ702bdEY/s1600/Apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLZ4aS4z_NI/AAAAAAAACQo/SFLJ702bdEY/s320/Apple.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527737985785920722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for having a doctor who is sincere and genuinely cares about my health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd be lying to say I feel like I am in tip-top shape. I'm not. I am not necessarily in pain but I can't say I feel comfortable. This discomfort is exhausting, to be honest. I'm grateful that my doctor saw me early, between patients, so we can get to the bottom of this. I am scheduled for more tests next week. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be good to your bodies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS) I need to buy new batteries for my camera. I keep using old photographs here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1227977183430675021?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1227977183430675021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1227977183430675021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1227977183430675021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1227977183430675021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday-i-am-grateful_13.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLZ4aS4z_NI/AAAAAAAACQo/SFLJ702bdEY/s72-c/Apple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1260831370049095430</id><published>2010-10-12T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:58:03.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR8mTntp5Jw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR8mTntp5Jw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the safe first rescue of Florencio Avalos, the Chilean miner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you have to stop being "me me me" and recognize the strength, bravery, courage, and endurance of others. These men have such tremendous spirit. They, seemingly, have remained as positive as they could ... while we often complain about the small things like a packed subway car or internet service being down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope for the safe rescue of all the miners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1260831370049095430?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1260831370049095430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1260831370049095430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1260831370049095430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1260831370049095430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/tuesday-i-am-grateful_12.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8898063799402794184</id><published>2010-10-11T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:34:12.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLPWowNOU8I/AAAAAAAACQg/R-t-0SvML8s/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLPWowNOU8I/AAAAAAAACQg/R-t-0SvML8s/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997163337208770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for quiet Mondays with my dingo dog, sleepy in the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not too wordy today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow Canadians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8898063799402794184?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8898063799402794184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8898063799402794184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8898063799402794184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8898063799402794184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday-i-am-grateful_11.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLPWowNOU8I/AAAAAAAACQg/R-t-0SvML8s/s72-c/IMG_2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-675311285186696396</id><published>2010-10-10T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:40:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLKLojbA1pI/AAAAAAAACQY/TQYyahV2r4s/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLKLojbA1pI/AAAAAAAACQY/TQYyahV2r4s/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526633221556590226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for reminders, memories, and keepsakes of those who are no longer with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of my favorite cardigans. It's not in style by any means. It's not necessarily ill-fitting but it doesn't exactly fit to my form either. It is very warm, the color is suits me, and it is made to last because it's "vintage". It is also my late grandmother's cardigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss my grandmother a lot. I think about her and dream about her a lot. She was kind, gentle, and had a sarcastic sense of humor. Her eyes were the color of this cardigan - a soft blue. She'd always let me cry it out when I was a kid when my mom said to stop my fussing. She just seemed like she was always on my side, and it still feels like it even though she is gone. I've been craving her soup lately - we'd call it "cloud soup" since it had these fluffy dumplings in it that looked like clouds to a child's eye. I regret not learning that recipe. On the bright side, she did give me some of her recipes - her perogies (which I have never made, not yet), her bread, her cinnamon buns, her depression-era apple cake. She was just an all around good lady. I miss her greatly and I am so very grateful that I have so many good memories and reminders of her. I wear this cardigan with love in my heart for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-675311285186696396?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/675311285186696396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=675311285186696396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/675311285186696396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/675311285186696396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-i-am-grateful_10.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLKLojbA1pI/AAAAAAAACQY/TQYyahV2r4s/s72-c/IMG_2242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3291494071342349605</id><published>2010-10-09T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:18:17.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLEv7Yxck_I/AAAAAAAACQQ/izxAqFmzbS8/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLEv7Yxck_I/AAAAAAAACQQ/izxAqFmzbS8/s320/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526250915068941298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for weekend walks with Toshio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3291494071342349605?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3291494071342349605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3291494071342349605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3291494071342349605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3291494071342349605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-i-am-grateful_09.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TLEv7Yxck_I/AAAAAAAACQQ/izxAqFmzbS8/s72-c/IMG_2215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4534768000122982749</id><published>2010-10-08T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:44:49.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK_WLPQCIJI/AAAAAAAACQI/C89Li2RLZww/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK_WLPQCIJI/AAAAAAAACQI/C89Li2RLZww/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525870756367573138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that it is Friday and I can forget about work, kick up my poor feet, and de-stress. It was a long day. I'm glad to have some peace and quiet. Sigh ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4534768000122982749?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4534768000122982749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4534768000122982749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4534768000122982749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4534768000122982749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-i-am-grateful_08.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK_WLPQCIJI/AAAAAAAACQI/C89Li2RLZww/s72-c/IMG_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1285910316668603146</id><published>2010-10-07T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:11:11.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK6LUARUiII/AAAAAAAACQA/v9W750kPsnk/s1600/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK6LUARUiII/AAAAAAAACQA/v9W750kPsnk/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525506968616470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be grateful for those you care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you never know what's around the corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or who might be taken from us a little too early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1285910316668603146?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1285910316668603146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1285910316668603146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1285910316668603146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1285910316668603146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK6LUARUiII/AAAAAAAACQA/v9W750kPsnk/s72-c/IMG_2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6138584245759715061</id><published>2010-10-06T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:03:35.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK04RWRLFNI/AAAAAAAACP4/5hDu17heTLQ/s1600/Chili.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK04RWRLFNI/AAAAAAAACP4/5hDu17heTLQ/s320/Chili.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525134188540007634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for leftover vegetarian chili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is an old shot but my veggie chili usually looks the same. Nom om om!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6138584245759715061?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6138584245759715061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6138584245759715061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6138584245759715061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6138584245759715061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TK04RWRLFNI/AAAAAAAACP4/5hDu17heTLQ/s72-c/Chili.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3597033714690428558</id><published>2010-10-05T22:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:28:34.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKvrC4aRjBI/AAAAAAAACPw/K5LNUD_93wQ/s1600/IMG_8707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKvrC4aRjBI/AAAAAAAACPw/K5LNUD_93wQ/s320/IMG_8707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524767802634898450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for being able to go home for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found out today that I am able to go home for the holidays, under a few conditions. Of course, it won't really be "time off" from work as I still have to work but I will be at home. I look forward forward to smelling crisp winter air, endless sleepy skies, and old faces that I long to see. I am very appreciative that my bosses were so willing to work with me on this subject. I wish I could thank them in person (they are based in the US). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am also very excited to meet the twins my friend is about to have. I have known her since we were both three years old and it means so much to meet her new little ones. I wish her luck - soon she will have a total of five girls (two are teenagers) and one bewildered husband in her house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3597033714690428558?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3597033714690428558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3597033714690428558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3597033714690428558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3597033714690428558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKvrC4aRjBI/AAAAAAAACPw/K5LNUD_93wQ/s72-c/IMG_8707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5685240710145971903</id><published>2010-10-04T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:14:53.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKqB0q--ZDI/AAAAAAAACPo/8bf2XpFAjkM/s1600/LoveLetter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKqB0q--ZDI/AAAAAAAACPo/8bf2XpFAjkM/s320/LoveLetter.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524370634814940210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for a boy I used to know once upon a time, on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every now and then, we unexpectedly cross paths with brilliant minds and old souls that can change our lives. Wes was one of those spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I age, I find it difficult to believe in destiny and soul mates and fate. I still believe in connection, in learning. When I saw Wes's face in that crowd of people, our eyes met with wonder and curiosity of each other. I said to myself, there you are - don't turn away. He didn't. His smile was bright as the moon above us and I reached out as the crowd pulled and pushed us. I took his strange hand and we found a quiet place. It may sound average to you but there was something very magical about this moment - it felt so powerful as though we knew each other, that we meant to be at this very exact moment at this very exact time in this very exact place. It was a beautiful moment that I will always cherish. There were so many strange coincidences with Wes and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He, of course, was a traveler from out of town who happened to be in that crowd of people. Long story short - we became friends, we madly wrote each other letters (above is one of his), we fell in love despite our differences, and then our learning was over (not counting the very long lesson of heartache). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I learned so much from Wes about myself and about love (though it will always be a work in progress!). Though I no longer love him in that way, he will be someone who I will always feel love for and will be in my heart forever. I hope wherever he is that he is loved and that life is good. Happy birthday, Wes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5685240710145971903?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5685240710145971903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5685240710145971903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5685240710145971903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5685240710145971903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKqB0q--ZDI/AAAAAAAACPo/8bf2XpFAjkM/s72-c/LoveLetter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4152158758437322249</id><published>2010-10-03T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:20:27.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKlFKau-btI/AAAAAAAACPg/9ptYobOrixg/s1600/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKlFKau-btI/AAAAAAAACPg/9ptYobOrixg/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524022463223983826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for a healthy dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you who have been following my blog for a while, you will know of my wonderful dog Toshio. I am so very grateful for him! I thought I would give you a bit of an update about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back in August, Toshio was running with a stick. Unfortunately, the stick got stuck into the ground while he was running and it stabbed him in the throat. We did not know about it - I wasn't even out on that walk - until a few days later. He was acting a little pouty and dramatic, which he sometimes does for no reason. Then, we noticed his neck was swollen. Long story short, emergency surgery had to be performed at the emergency vet hospital to explore the 1-2" deep wound and drain the abscess. Stressful for all of us, especially Toshio who had to stay at the hospital for a handful of days. After he was healed and lampshade was off, he got a foot infection that has been on and off. We don't know what it is though our vet has ruled out allergies. Needless to say, it has been a little stressful regarding Toshio and his summer wasn't very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I felt like a bad dog mom. I'm getting sick and was tired. Toshio needs a good run to wear off all that energy but we have to be careful with his feet. He saw a dog (who's owner, by the way, is super annoying and a disrespectful old fart), bolted, and didn't listen to me. I put him on leash, he pulled, and I feel like I ruined his fun. I felt like a bad dog mom. A ruiner of dog fun. I'm whiny when I feel sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily, dogs have such a forgiving heart. He still loves me. He still thinks I'm a good dog mom. I'm grateful for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4152158758437322249?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4152158758437322249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4152158758437322249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4152158758437322249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4152158758437322249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKlFKau-btI/AAAAAAAACPg/9ptYobOrixg/s72-c/IMG_1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3602195057146018409</id><published>2010-10-02T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:36:18.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKf2tgRRnsI/AAAAAAAACPY/eUHbvUCgOJk/s1600/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKf2tgRRnsI/AAAAAAAACPY/eUHbvUCgOJk/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523654729610141378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for this book and learning about loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that it is so easy to admit certain feelings and so easy for those particular feelings to be understood by others. I can tell others when I feel anxious or sad, relaxed or happy very comfortably. The feeling of loneliness is a tough one to admit. When I have admitted it in the past, I have received blank stares or silence followed by a feeling of inner shame. People shouldn't feel this way, I've said to myself. This is an immature feeling meant for children, I've thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a conclusion quite some time ago - I've always felt lonely, to some degree or another. I carry loneliness with me, wherever I go. I have felt loneliness in a crowd of people. I have felt loneliness so far from home. It's just something that is within me and know I need to learn about, discover the tools to cope when the loneliness feels too dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only 100 pages into this book and so much of it makes sense in my life. I am grateful for that. I know I am not alone in my loneliness. I know I need to make some changes. I think everyone should read this. If you suffer from loneliness, it will make complete sense. If you don't, you will get a deeper grasp on the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness is written by John T. Cacioppo and William Patrick. If you scroll down the page and look to the right, you will see an Amazon.com link under "Currently Enjoying". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3602195057146018409?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3602195057146018409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3602195057146018409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3602195057146018409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3602195057146018409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKf2tgRRnsI/AAAAAAAACPY/eUHbvUCgOJk/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8471832254183392805</id><published>2010-10-01T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:33:57.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKaYbGlWzbI/AAAAAAAACPQ/OwO9eoWdhDA/s1600/IMG_6933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKaYbGlWzbI/AAAAAAAACPQ/OwO9eoWdhDA/s320/IMG_6933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523269584407678386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for the end to the rain and some much needed sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I'm back. I hope I still have a reader or two! I decided to start this blog again. I've tinkered around with settings and backgrounds. I've come to the conclusion that I, indeed, am not "web savvy"! With that being said, I could have tried things out over and over until another month passed us. That is how I procrastinate. So, for now, take it or leave it (I could have made such a terrible pun there!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am in need of a reminder to be grateful. I need a push in the right direction. I don't need to go into detail but parts of my life need some order, some direction, some answers. There have been too many bad days instead of good. I want to fix that. I need to fix that. Be prepared - this may be a journey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a good weekend, my reader(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8471832254183392805?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8471832254183392805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8471832254183392805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8471832254183392805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8471832254183392805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/TKaYbGlWzbI/AAAAAAAACPQ/OwO9eoWdhDA/s72-c/IMG_6933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1102158505148473392</id><published>2010-08-29T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:06:03.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying my best to "re-vamp" my blog. New posts, new photos, and new things to be grateful for are coming soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've used Blogger's new templates. What do you think of it? If it's nauseating to look at for too long, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1102158505148473392?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1102158505148473392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1102158505148473392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1102158505148473392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1102158505148473392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1656092704777046221</id><published>2010-04-08T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:17:18.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S76WR_YDvWI/AAAAAAAACI4/04BebukX1Ok/s1600/PotatoCarrotSoup2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S76WR_YDvWI/AAAAAAAACI4/04BebukX1Ok/s320/PotatoCarrotSoup2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457965034233904482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for home made soup when you're under the weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1656092704777046221?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1656092704777046221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1656092704777046221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1656092704777046221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1656092704777046221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S76WR_YDvWI/AAAAAAAACI4/04BebukX1Ok/s72-c/PotatoCarrotSoup2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1789873691335261141</id><published>2010-04-07T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:47:09.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S70mlPC7PpI/AAAAAAAACIw/Z8MyFsnqKLs/s1600/IMG_6957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S70mlPC7PpI/AAAAAAAACIw/Z8MyFsnqKLs/s320/IMG_6957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457560744578727570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for winning the Bruce Lee trivia contest. Oh, this has made me one very happy rural female!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. Some of you might think not to be thankful for a material item. Well, suck it up ... 'cause I won myself a lamp. A Bruce Lee lamp. And Bruce Lee *and* lamps are awesome. I have such a crush on Bruce Lee, such an admiration for his skills, and adore his films. I am not his biggest fan but I like him SO much. Check out my bag! Bruce Lee! *attempts martial art move without splitting pants*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1789873691335261141?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1789873691335261141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1789873691335261141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1789873691335261141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1789873691335261141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S70mlPC7PpI/AAAAAAAACIw/Z8MyFsnqKLs/s72-c/IMG_6957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-444148235222815655</id><published>2010-04-06T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:28:49.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7v7mJss-uI/AAAAAAAACIg/RI7F-WVXxOc/s1600/IMG_9696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7v7mJss-uI/AAAAAAAACIg/RI7F-WVXxOc/s320/IMG_9696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457232006346504930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for finally seeing some first flowers of spring. Always puts a smile on my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I took a hiatus. I was outside and enjoying the unusually warm weather. There was even a day of skirt wearing - bare legs! I'm always grateful for pants free days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-444148235222815655?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/444148235222815655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=444148235222815655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/444148235222815655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/444148235222815655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7v7mJss-uI/AAAAAAAACIg/RI7F-WVXxOc/s72-c/IMG_9696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5238425135737370094</id><published>2010-03-31T20:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:39:46.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7P4fE_qfVI/AAAAAAAACIY/4bO68YkngXo/s1600/IfThereWere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7P4fE_qfVI/AAAAAAAACIY/4bO68YkngXo/s320/IfThereWere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454976786476203346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for having the opportunity to see the art of my all time favorite poet - the artwork of Leonard Cohen. Insert ... sigh ... here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exhibit is in Montreal at Galerie TD near Place des Arts until May, the admission is free, and the pieces have a very personal quality to it. Genuine. I was, actually, pleasantly surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5238425135737370094?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5238425135737370094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5238425135737370094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5238425135737370094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5238425135737370094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-i-am-grateful_31.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7P4fE_qfVI/AAAAAAAACIY/4bO68YkngXo/s72-c/IfThereWere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2752709883775082478</id><published>2010-03-30T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:04:35.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7Kd5qIFjEI/AAAAAAAACIQ/NVEK5K6WNNk/s1600/IMG_9643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7Kd5qIFjEI/AAAAAAAACIQ/NVEK5K6WNNk/s320/IMG_9643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454595712585403458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for friendly neighborhood cats. Though, it makes me sad to know she might not have a home -people show some responsibility and spay/neuter your cats before abandoning them or take 'em to a shelter! - she is a gentle soul. I think she's a she. I can tell she is special. Unfortunately, I cannot have a cat as my partner is allergic so I always enjoy the time I have with neighborhood kitties. It's calming and peaceful to be in the company of cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2752709883775082478?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2752709883775082478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2752709883775082478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2752709883775082478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2752709883775082478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday-i-am-grateful_30.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7Kd5qIFjEI/AAAAAAAACIQ/NVEK5K6WNNk/s72-c/IMG_9643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3241029183343412644</id><published>2010-03-30T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:22:05.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7GKKExAmFI/AAAAAAAACII/l4DjoT9QjA4/s1600/16Dec2007_A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7GKKExAmFI/AAAAAAAACII/l4DjoT9QjA4/s320/16Dec2007_A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454292529405007954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... that there's no snow and that, according to the weather lady on the local news, that we might reach 19C later this week. You know what that means? No pants! Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3241029183343412644?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3241029183343412644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3241029183343412644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3241029183343412644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3241029183343412644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-i-am-grateful_30.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S7GKKExAmFI/AAAAAAAACII/l4DjoT9QjA4/s72-c/16Dec2007_A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7044946377945259072</id><published>2010-03-28T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:27:14.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6-LuQ99qFI/AAAAAAAACH4/8V_JbsQxg08/s1600/IMG_9528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6-LuQ99qFI/AAAAAAAACH4/8V_JbsQxg08/s320/IMG_9528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731300714063954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...for sleepy Sunday mornings. Yes, yes. I know I take too many photos of my dog. He's a joy though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee! It's Sunday and that means another round of meme goodness from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;35 Questions x2 Meme - Part One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. How far away is the last person you kissed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's right beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Has someone ever told you they would be with you forever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh, probably. But you can only take that with a grain of salt. Romantic salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Last person you were in a car with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My partner and his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The cupboards are bare. I'm afraid that grocery shopping is on the agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10 minutes or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Best friend or close friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to have a close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly hope so, even though grocery shopping often saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Did you kiss anyone friday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partner and my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there may have been a time in my early 20s that I gracefully walked through a crowded night club and made it to the bathroom just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take a shower, coffee tastes especially good this morning, and something that I always keep secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What is the WORST subject they teach at school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gym class. I see the point in it but I always loathed it. It's bad enough that you feel awkward in those school years ... but then you have be sweaty and clumsy on top of that? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. Did see a photo of someone I don't get along with on Facebook. I miss his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is your favourite colour top to wear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red or light aqua blue look the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just minor fender benders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What's the closest thing to you that's green?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wine glass slide for my partner's guitar playin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Where would you like to be right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to be visiting my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Write down some lyrics to the song you're listening to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I lie down in the dust just under your eye, a scrap of paper thin as vapor, filling your clothes like smoke, a couple in the wires in my heart are broke, I throw, I miss, something nothing, but schemes dreams moments wasted, taste I tasted, fate I'm fated, re-edited again then copy pasted" - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYxly14v5do"&gt;Dan Black, Symphonies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. How many dogs do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One beautiful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tooth that needs a root canal. The idea that I'd rather get tattooed than get a root canal. That I can't be home for Easter because the flights are too expensive and the only time that tooth is really painful is when I'm in a plane. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is life going right for you now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently got a job so a little better. In all honesty, it's been difficult lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Is there someone you care about more than yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dog. My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. What made you laugh today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dog's smile and my partner's photographs of the character's in our neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vanishing. It was pretty lacklustre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Whats the last conversation you had about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the state of our city compared to another one. It was brief and I got distracted by something shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What were you doing at 7:00 this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Do you like your hair long or short?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it both. Right now, it's too long. It's getting tangled lately. I need a haircut but I don't trust anyone. Sometimes, I miss working at a hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there is a friend or two I long to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Do you like the rain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it when it's rainy and NOT windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Did you have a valentine this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you can call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. The last person you kissed needs you at 3 am, would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just have to roll over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Would you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone else?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really depends how I'd be risking my life. I mean, I'd like to say that I'd save someone if they were drowning but I can't swim so ... yeah, I sound heartless. But it really depends on how and who and what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not have sent that letter. That's all I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. How do you feel about boys smoking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say. It's tempting when they are a looker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Could you see yourself with someone forever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I skip this question? It's awkward like gym class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7044946377945259072?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7044946377945259072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7044946377945259072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7044946377945259072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7044946377945259072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-i-am-grateful_28.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6-LuQ99qFI/AAAAAAAACH4/8V_JbsQxg08/s72-c/IMG_9528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8620739914610295861</id><published>2010-03-27T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:16:30.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S667KersskI/AAAAAAAACHw/ygGuj0S71Zs/s1600/IMG_9517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S667KersskI/AAAAAAAACHw/ygGuj0S71Zs/s320/IMG_9517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453501987501683266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for the good kind of daily routine. You know, like a hot cup of dark roast coffee. Reading the newspaper, getting the ink on your fingers. Curling up with a good book in bed. An affectionate dog in the morning (and all day long, really) who does "headstands". I don't really understand why he does this but he'll press the top of his head to the floor (you can provoke him by scratching the back of his neck but he'll do it on his own). Once his head is pressed to the floor, he'll try to gently nibble on whatever's in the way (fingers, pant legs, duvet). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I love my dog. He's the best part of my routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8620739914610295861?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8620739914610295861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8620739914610295861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8620739914610295861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8620739914610295861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-i-am-grateful_27.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S667KersskI/AAAAAAAACHw/ygGuj0S71Zs/s72-c/IMG_9517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1948009367665169459</id><published>2010-03-26T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:52:08.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S60CKmgpboI/AAAAAAAACHo/cflgZdWaJmk/s1600/IMG_9503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S60CKmgpboI/AAAAAAAACHo/cflgZdWaJmk/s320/IMG_9503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453017104974966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for mindless little things that make me laugh when I go for long walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1948009367665169459?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1948009367665169459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1948009367665169459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1948009367665169459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1948009367665169459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-i-am-grateful_26.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S60CKmgpboI/AAAAAAAACHo/cflgZdWaJmk/s72-c/IMG_9503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5954898777904605574</id><published>2010-03-25T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:39:23.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6wB7Bc9_4I/AAAAAAAACHI/_3lxV4TvJlY/s1600/IMG_9504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6wB7Bc9_4I/AAAAAAAACHI/_3lxV4TvJlY/s320/IMG_9504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452735362352676738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for *finally* getting a job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not as grim as the photograph suggests. I'm happy! I start in a week or two from now. I can now breathe a sigh of relief though I must admit that I don't like not knowing when I'll come home next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5954898777904605574?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5954898777904605574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5954898777904605574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5954898777904605574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5954898777904605574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-i-am-grateful_25.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6wB7Bc9_4I/AAAAAAAACHI/_3lxV4TvJlY/s72-c/IMG_9504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2417597687822599966</id><published>2010-03-24T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:14:05.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFyVWNaGI/AAAAAAAACHA/82oxlLEAk3I/s1600/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFyVWNaGI/AAAAAAAACHA/82oxlLEAk3I/s320/IMG_9098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452387767399835746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for a successful, in my humble opinion, part two of a job interview. For obvious reasons, I did not take any photographs during my job interview - ha ha - as that would probably not go over too well. However, this is a photograph of the street that the office is on. Wish me luck, dear readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2417597687822599966?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2417597687822599966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2417597687822599966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2417597687822599966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2417597687822599966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-i-am-grateful_24.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFyVWNaGI/AAAAAAAACHA/82oxlLEAk3I/s72-c/IMG_9098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2888572404509907986</id><published>2010-03-24T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:07:46.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFIkrPT5I/AAAAAAAACG4/RYHqvT_B6BI/s1600/IMG_9497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFIkrPT5I/AAAAAAAACG4/RYHqvT_B6BI/s320/IMG_9497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452387049960066962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for hearing some good live music with a friend. And having the good live music be my partner and his new two piece band. It was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2888572404509907986?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2888572404509907986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2888572404509907986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2888572404509907986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2888572404509907986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday-i-am-grateful_24.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6rFIkrPT5I/AAAAAAAACG4/RYHqvT_B6BI/s72-c/IMG_9497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4846053377440348039</id><published>2010-03-22T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:59:12.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6f16yj6cAI/AAAAAAAACGw/2NB55iWsljY/s1600-h/IMG_9314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6f16yj6cAI/AAAAAAAACGw/2NB55iWsljY/s320/IMG_9314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451596264308895746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for actually having a decent sleep -at last!- and not waking up with back pain. I hope this is a sign of things to come. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4846053377440348039?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4846053377440348039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4846053377440348039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4846053377440348039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4846053377440348039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6f16yj6cAI/AAAAAAAACGw/2NB55iWsljY/s72-c/IMG_9314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1122084289591304633</id><published>2010-03-21T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:46:41.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6bC9SDpwpI/AAAAAAAACGo/JAiLmbjzA3k/s1600-h/Wolverdingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6bC9SDpwpI/AAAAAAAACGo/JAiLmbjzA3k/s320/Wolverdingo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451258757053530770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... for having a healthy, active, and happy dog. Or "wolverdingo", as I like to call him when I capture shots like this! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So! I am back for another round of &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing's&lt;/a&gt; Meme-madness! I missed last week due to technical difficulties with my laptop/router/stupid technology. By the way, I'm not as wireless as I was before so if I do not post, it's because it's really annoying to go online on your computer while sitting on the floor, especially when you've been dealing with sciatic nerve problems!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eights Tens Meme!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TEN TO START.&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I would like to happier these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe a little lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you naked?&lt;br /&gt;Au contraire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a bleach blonde since 1999. I always come back to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you moody?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a lover/hater?&lt;br /&gt;A bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you hot/cold?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish?&lt;br /&gt;Not a drop o' Irish in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. Name:&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;Female, Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth mark:&lt;br /&gt;Small, light, and on the back of my calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair color:&lt;br /&gt;Light brown. Mousey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Height:&lt;br /&gt;5'10ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Facebook Mood:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated lately so I supposed I am moodless? Moodless usually means I'm biting my tongue to not say something completely cranky, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;Grass green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One Place to Visit:&lt;br /&gt;I always wish I could go back home for the weekend. Back home meaning Winnipeg, Manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a form of love but not necessarily a natural, realistic kind of love. I believe in a strong connection at first sight. The kind that is shell shocking, like you have looked into those eyes many lives ago. And those kind of connections, I believe, don't happen very often. When they do, it's a little too overwhelming and takes lifetimes to get right, perfect, to naturally fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;I think we have more than one soul mate, more than one strong connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 3?! Okay, who hasn't been hurt emotionally? We're not robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our hearts get broken, sometimes we do the breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have. My first love did. With two women at once while my friend's boyfriend (at the time) watched. Yeah. Clearly, I wasn't invited to that party. Ha ha, ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone and not told them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was in junior high once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and not just regarding my love life. Job commitment, life commitments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;Both serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;That's like comparing apples to oranges. However, I can say this. I like pretty much all cats but I really like MY dog only (and the majority of bigger dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends?&lt;br /&gt;A few best friends. Friendly acquaintances can be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Television or internet?&lt;br /&gt;You can watch TV on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese Or Indian?&lt;br /&gt;As in food? If you're talking food ... I'll take both, please. Typically, I crave Chinese more though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in?&lt;br /&gt;Romantic night in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. Though money could buy me a good therapist! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;I like both. Unfortunately, I am more of a night person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. MSN or phone?&lt;br /&gt;MSN gave my old computer a death sentence virus. My telephone did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out?&lt;br /&gt;I've never sneaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stolen?&lt;br /&gt;When I was in junior high. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;Never. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lied to someone you liked?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never! :wink wink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a lot of people think it's a good idea. It usually never is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;I feel this way all too often. I don't think it's healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I would like both. I connect more with eyes though. I prefer brown, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair?&lt;br /&gt;Dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Both are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction?&lt;br /&gt;I am attracted to intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Romantic or spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. Or, rather, "Not Spontaneous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;I like an even mixture of both. Non-stop funny usually means crazy for all the wrong reasons, in my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger?&lt;br /&gt;Older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;I like quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad Ass?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet but not a door mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU’S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd?&lt;br /&gt;No. And I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever done drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serious. I don't do any now either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever been pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;*shudders* No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheer leading team?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever Been on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;Come on! I have never wanted to be on a dance team either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team?&lt;br /&gt;No, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does painting sets count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley?&lt;br /&gt;I take the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?&lt;br /&gt;Because being in a rap video is such a common thing. I've been in a small film though as an extra that shakes the main character's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made:&lt;br /&gt;To my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hung out with:&lt;br /&gt;My partner's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you tackled:&lt;br /&gt;Tackled? I don't even know if I have ever even tackled anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM’d:&lt;br /&gt;A friend from Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with:&lt;br /&gt;My sister and two of my best friends back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing you missed:&lt;br /&gt;A friend from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Last thing you ate:&lt;br /&gt;A steak sandwich. I don't eat meat very often but I have wonky iron so I have too. I feel like I have to defend this because I have major guilt issues about eating meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1122084289591304633?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1122084289591304633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1122084289591304633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1122084289591304633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1122084289591304633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-i-am-grateful_21.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6bC9SDpwpI/AAAAAAAACGo/JAiLmbjzA3k/s72-c/Wolverdingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7048246299913475504</id><published>2010-03-20T17:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:03:34.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VGB8puj3I/AAAAAAAACGg/xzW4mpHbagg/s1600-h/IMG_9377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VGB8puj3I/AAAAAAAACGg/xzW4mpHbagg/s320/IMG_9377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450839923276812146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for fresh fruit (with "Engrish" stickers)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7048246299913475504?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7048246299913475504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7048246299913475504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7048246299913475504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7048246299913475504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-i-am-grateful_20.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VGB8puj3I/AAAAAAAACGg/xzW4mpHbagg/s72-c/IMG_9377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6161753325080034194</id><published>2010-03-20T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:01:45.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VFLZ8U25I/AAAAAAAACGY/DoZHbECucn0/s1600-h/IMG_9414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VFLZ8U25I/AAAAAAAACGY/DoZHbECucn0/s320/IMG_9414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450838986246642578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the wonderful aroma in your home when you make homemade cinnamon buns. Mmm, delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6161753325080034194?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6161753325080034194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6161753325080034194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6161753325080034194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6161753325080034194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-i-am-grateful_20.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6VFLZ8U25I/AAAAAAAACGY/DoZHbECucn0/s72-c/IMG_9414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5723549263546583914</id><published>2010-03-18T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:03:35.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6LMX3mBU7I/AAAAAAAACGQ/ZlqnXcW1OCc/s1600-h/Yoshi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6LMX3mBU7I/AAAAAAAACGQ/ZlqnXcW1OCc/s320/Yoshi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450143209504199602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for people that adopt animals who are in need. This one, a Japanese Bobtail named Yoshi, was adopted by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence! My laptop decided to crap out on me over the weekend. I was a little stuck and my partner was scared that I was going to break his computer. Let's face it, I don't have a good track record. I don't really know what the heck is going on but I think it's a matter of the router needing to be reset as it works fine everywhere but home. Anyway, I'm back ... I need to upload some photographs ... and I think Blogger and Opera browser don't like one another. Ah well! Missed you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5723549263546583914?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5723549263546583914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5723549263546583914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5723549263546583914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5723549263546583914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-i-am-grateful_18.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S6LMX3mBU7I/AAAAAAAACGQ/ZlqnXcW1OCc/s72-c/Yoshi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5338749835865016585</id><published>2010-03-07T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:47:12.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QYHUmUBxI/AAAAAAAACGI/xeVPZ6QG4ko/s1600-h/IMG_9336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QYHUmUBxI/AAAAAAAACGI/xeVPZ6QG4ko/s320/IMG_9336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446004363465328402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for random, possibly creepy things in stores that give me a good laugh! Glowing orange eyes on Easter chocolate is never a good choice. And don't worry cat lovers, there is also a "Cats/Chats" version. Um, creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back for another Sunday meme courtesy of &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy getting to know your grateful photo-blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Meme About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am. We'll be together for 7 years come October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What was your dream growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a recurring nightmare about scary Spiderman in black and white as well as Frankenstein chasing me down my street. Oh, and I also wanted to either be a mail carrier or play piccolo in Big Bird's band. None of these dreams came true. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I had many talents. Today, I will say that I wish I was more musical - I wish I could easily learn piano or had a beautiful singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If I bought you a drink, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-alcoholic ~ a nice cup of dark roast coffee. Alcoholic ~ gin and tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What was the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What zodiac sign are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Any tattoos and/or piercings? Explain where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of tattoos around my wrist. Another on my upper arm. I used to have a lot more piercings but took them out (tongue, nipples, nostril). Now, I have two in each my earlobe (stretched eyelets as well as rings), a labret (which I rarely wear because I don't want dental damage - the reason I took out my tongue piercing), and my navel (which I always hated and wondered why I got it. I keep it because my piercer, who was an amazing guy, passed away a few years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Worst habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that I'm chock-full of annoying habits. The toughest one to break is nail biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What is your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a sporty person but if I had to play something it would be tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean on the pessimistic side of things. That's why my gratitude blogs keeps me on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anything really terrible has happened. Just life stuff; my grandmother passing away, being in a bad relationship(s!), losing pets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Where do I begin? I think I'm fairly normal, my partner thinks I'm weird. Hmm. A couple of summers ago, I had anxiety so bad that I was scared to leave my house. Thank goodness, I left my house to get help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it all depends on the person underneath the makeup. With that being said, I think Sad Hobo Clowns are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have better skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what we are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Ever been arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, $10,000 isn't that much. I'd like to say I would be responsible and pay off my bills, etc. I think I would probably end up going back home or something, buy some fun things, have a girls weekend in Vegas. Something fun but knowing me, I'd probably just save it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What's your favorite place to hang out at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lately, it's been home. I'm kind of into being at quiet little cafes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do but I think the majority of people who claim to see them, communicate them, or sense the evil sides to ghosts are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with my dog, read, knit, sleep, write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pepper my conversation with curses from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Biggest pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of little pet peeves and they all really depend on what mood I am on that particular day. Most of the time, I'm extremely annoyed by people texting on their mobiles. Texting while walking, almost running into me and then they shoot me a glare as though I invaded their virtual space. Oh, and friends -and I love them dearly- who take me out somewhere only to text here and there in the middle of dinner or conversation. It REALLY irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe romance? That's a stupid question. It's not a matter of belief. Anyway, I think we all have our own definition of romance, whether we know it as romance or not. So, of course, I appreciate romance. It's all in the small gestures - not huge bouquets of flowers and teddy bears. It's that note in the morning when my partner leaves for the day. That kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being spiritual. I believe in goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5338749835865016585?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5338749835865016585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5338749835865016585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5338749835865016585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5338749835865016585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QYHUmUBxI/AAAAAAAACGI/xeVPZ6QG4ko/s72-c/IMG_9336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8542129424901962503</id><published>2010-03-07T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:15:19.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QWuL9l4kI/AAAAAAAACGA/ebsq5AqbiCQ/s1600-h/IMG_9335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QWuL9l4kI/AAAAAAAACGA/ebsq5AqbiCQ/s320/IMG_9335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446002832138691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for colorfully painted buildings. Though the sight of seeing a colorfully painted building does not affect my life in the grand scheme of things, it puts a smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8542129424901962503?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8542129424901962503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8542129424901962503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8542129424901962503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8542129424901962503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5QWuL9l4kI/AAAAAAAACGA/ebsq5AqbiCQ/s72-c/IMG_9335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5238162476028833293</id><published>2010-03-05T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:28:57.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G9CdDTXpI/AAAAAAAACF4/OJUlqvUecW0/s1600-h/IMG_9304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G9CdDTXpI/AAAAAAAACF4/OJUlqvUecW0/s320/IMG_9304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445341274323508882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for dognaps in the warm sun and for a day where my back didn't feel *that* bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having lower back pain, on and off, since the end of French school. Lately, it's been more on than off and I'd be lying if I said that it did not affect me. It does - I can't sleep peaceful, it's bumming me out, and it affects the little things that do/wish to do (like exercise). To make a long complaining story short, my back hurts and it's snowballing into other things. Anyway, no matter what ... sleeping in the sun with my dog still makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he handsome???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5238162476028833293?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5238162476028833293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5238162476028833293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5238162476028833293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5238162476028833293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G9CdDTXpI/AAAAAAAACF4/OJUlqvUecW0/s72-c/IMG_9304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6849362318833564251</id><published>2010-03-05T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:24:14.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G8pVLYfXI/AAAAAAAACFw/az5sIvmRbkE/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G8pVLYfXI/AAAAAAAACFw/az5sIvmRbkE/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445340842713185650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... that a place I applied for a job at called me back! I have an interviewed lined up, via telephone, on Monday afternoon. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6849362318833564251?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6849362318833564251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6849362318833564251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6849362318833564251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6849362318833564251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S5G8pVLYfXI/AAAAAAAACFw/az5sIvmRbkE/s72-c/IMG_3251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5917961884889330916</id><published>2010-03-03T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:27:48.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48aUKd0p_I/AAAAAAAACFo/BITm4hiGIBc/s1600-h/IMG_9286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48aUKd0p_I/AAAAAAAACFo/BITm4hiGIBc/s320/IMG_9286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444599408223365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for very happy dogs! Yippee! Toshio is grateful for snow and sticks!&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/4157617320745003514-5917961884889330916?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5917961884889330916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5917961884889330916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5917961884889330916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5917961884889330916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48aUKd0p_I/AAAAAAAACFo/BITm4hiGIBc/s72-c/IMG_9286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3076852037436621624</id><published>2010-03-03T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:25:31.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48Z6kQxGTI/AAAAAAAACFg/9BOQSxHhLBI/s1600-h/IMG_9277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48Z6kQxGTI/AAAAAAAACFg/9BOQSxHhLBI/s320/IMG_9277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444598968471329074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for days in winter that feel like spring. It's good on my mood, that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3076852037436621624?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3076852037436621624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3076852037436621624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3076852037436621624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3076852037436621624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S48Z6kQxGTI/AAAAAAAACFg/9BOQSxHhLBI/s72-c/IMG_9277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8873521863611429561</id><published>2010-03-01T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:59:55.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4xENwxkJBI/AAAAAAAACFY/ZH4Qm9R4u5c/s1600-h/Yoshi+Feb+28,+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4xENwxkJBI/AAAAAAAACFY/ZH4Qm9R4u5c/s320/Yoshi+Feb+28,+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443801052805866514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4xEAqzGKnI/AAAAAAAACFQ/Rau0vnyhW7w/s1600-h/Yoshi3,+Feb+28,+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4xEAqzGKnI/AAAAAAAACFQ/Rau0vnyhW7w/s320/Yoshi3,+Feb+28,+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443800827863378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for animals who finally find a safe and happy "forever home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents lost their cat Tiki back in the autumn. You may remember her as I have posted many photographs of her on here before - she was the black and white cat. It was quite difficult losing Tiki as she was young and seemingly healthy. But, she had cancer and there was not much you could do. It took a while - shorter than I expected, quite honestly - for my parents to warm up to the idea of getting another cat. Over a week ago, they saw this orange and white cat in the local pet shop (they house cats from overpopulated shelters). He stood out because of his lack of tail - turns out, he's a Japanese Bobtail. My parents liked his personality and decided to give him his "forever home". He proved to be a bit of a terror during his first night but he's calm now and they get a kick out of him. My dad named him Yoshi. I can't wait to meet that Yoshi Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for all the people out there who take in animals and provide them with a safe and loving home. There are one too many horror stories about animal abuse -like my own dog's story- and I am always so grateful that he came into our lives and no longer has to live that kind of life. Kudos to all those people out there who adopt, who have patience for those animals that are troubled from their past, and who love their animals unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8873521863611429561?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8873521863611429561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8873521863611429561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8873521863611429561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8873521863611429561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4xENwxkJBI/AAAAAAAACFY/ZH4Qm9R4u5c/s72-c/Yoshi+Feb+28,+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7977962246688109815</id><published>2010-02-28T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:13:10.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4q_IhUDzpI/AAAAAAAACFI/QwiUMqYIIhE/s1600-h/IMG_9249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4q_IhUDzpI/AAAAAAAACFI/QwiUMqYIIhE/s320/IMG_9249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443373252733030034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having some comic relief with my dog. My back is hurting something fierce today (my doctor thinks it's the sciatic nerve) and I haven't slept much - hurting and trying not to be grouchy. The only relief, it seems, is laughter and hot baths. Times like this I wish I had a hot tub because I seriously would not get out of it! Anyway, I have laughter and an extra cute dog. You can't tell by this photo but he really does enjoy being dried off - even when it's not rainy or snowy outside. Usually, he breaks out into a huge dogsmile when I towel off his head. Of course, the camera is out and he looks like I am humiliating him! This is what his Grandmother from "the old country" would look like - Baba Toshio! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no Sunday Stealing meme today. It's questions regarding Disney and that's simply not my thing. Next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7977962246688109815?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7977962246688109815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7977962246688109815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7977962246688109815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7977962246688109815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-i-am-grateful_28.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4q_IhUDzpI/AAAAAAAACFI/QwiUMqYIIhE/s72-c/IMG_9249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2799521740476358217</id><published>2010-02-27T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:13:57.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4mKcDH6zEI/AAAAAAAACE4/7vzrQiLoLC8/s1600-h/IMG_9167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4mKcDH6zEI/AAAAAAAACE4/7vzrQiLoLC8/s320/IMG_9167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443033839133445186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for warm winter days, even though it's like one huge Slurpee outside. The warmth definitely puts a smile on my winter weary face. Also, for friendly neighborhood cats - this little guy is a new face on the block and he's rather sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2799521740476358217?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2799521740476358217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2799521740476358217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2799521740476358217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2799521740476358217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-i-am-grateful_27.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4mKcDH6zEI/AAAAAAAACE4/7vzrQiLoLC8/s72-c/IMG_9167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3907397670682331064</id><published>2010-02-26T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:09:08.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4g3_Whr4aI/AAAAAAAACEg/yFce_CHd6mY/s1600-h/Bread1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4g3_Whr4aI/AAAAAAAACEg/yFce_CHd6mY/s320/Bread1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442661711195398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... for homemade bread. Kneed I say more? Har, har! There's your terrible bad Friday pun for my readers. Please, don't let my "Ukrainian dad humor" scare you off from stopping by again!&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/4157617320745003514-3907397670682331064?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3907397670682331064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3907397670682331064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3907397670682331064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3907397670682331064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-i-am-grateful_26.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4g3_Whr4aI/AAAAAAAACEg/yFce_CHd6mY/s72-c/Bread1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4236104314867252433</id><published>2010-02-25T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:32:43.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c_6chzxLI/AAAAAAAACEY/0eeIzL8v6yw/s1600-h/IMG_9218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c_6chzxLI/AAAAAAAACEY/0eeIzL8v6yw/s320/IMG_9218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442388948023493810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the ultra soft blanket my mom sent to me in the mail and for finally using the gift certificate that I won. Cold winter nights - a warm blanket, a thick book of poetry, and a hot cup of tea seems like the best thing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4236104314867252433?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4236104314867252433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4236104314867252433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4236104314867252433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4236104314867252433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-i-am-grateful_25.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c_6chzxLI/AAAAAAAACEY/0eeIzL8v6yw/s72-c/IMG_9218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2582356699751981180</id><published>2010-02-25T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:27:39.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c-f8Y7ZbI/AAAAAAAACEQ/vJ-dYhSG0nI/s1600-h/IMG_9209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c-f8Y7ZbI/AAAAAAAACEQ/vJ-dYhSG0nI/s320/IMG_9209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442387393208083890" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for big fluffy snowflakes and the warmth of passing conversation between strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't exactly snap a photograph of the latter. I had some blood work done in the morning - I never do very well with fasting and blood work. The nurse who comes to my clinic to take blood samples - she's such a sweetheart. Though I see her once or twice a year at most, talking with her is always nice. I find that, here in Quebec, my sense of humor flies over everyone's head (or else I'm just not funny to the French!). She gets it. This time, she seemed frustrated and she vented to me - no, I don't find it unprofessional as we all need to vent. I encouraged her and we had a laugh ... and, for some reason, I left feeling very grateful for this little conversation we had together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2582356699751981180?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2582356699751981180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2582356699751981180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2582356699751981180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2582356699751981180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-i-am-grateful_25.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4c-f8Y7ZbI/AAAAAAAACEQ/vJ-dYhSG0nI/s72-c/IMG_9209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6731745307117659603</id><published>2010-02-24T00:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:57:31.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4S_OQ9EraI/AAAAAAAACEI/TEX1cg5epEg/s1600-h/IMG_9163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4S_OQ9EraI/AAAAAAAACEI/TEX1cg5epEg/s320/IMG_9163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441684501560602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for making a delicious and hearty meal out of scraps from the cupboard and the fridge. You know, when you are on a shoestring budget like I am at the moment, this is such an amazing thing to be grateful for. I'm also very grateful that my first attempt at calzones did not turn out to be an explosive disaster in my oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know ... I need new baking sheets. They look like hell but they do their job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6731745307117659603?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6731745307117659603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6731745307117659603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6731745307117659603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6731745307117659603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful_24.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4S_OQ9EraI/AAAAAAAACEI/TEX1cg5epEg/s72-c/IMG_9163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7560536980980909880</id><published>2010-02-22T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:25:05.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4NJ-qUIrwI/AAAAAAAACEA/cvLKAd-MN7o/s1600-h/IMG_9148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4NJ-qUIrwI/AAAAAAAACEA/cvLKAd-MN7o/s320/IMG_9148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441274115653152514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... quiet evening naps with my dog.&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/4157617320745003514-7560536980980909880?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7560536980980909880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7560536980980909880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7560536980980909880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7560536980980909880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4NJ-qUIrwI/AAAAAAAACEA/cvLKAd-MN7o/s72-c/IMG_9148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5443710457149430850</id><published>2010-02-21T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:28:30.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4GMfsmb2fI/AAAAAAAACD4/1Ni5zu-JGmA/s1600-h/IMG_9141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4GMfsmb2fI/AAAAAAAACD4/1Ni5zu-JGmA/s320/IMG_9141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440784301016472050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for taking the time to smell the roses and enjoying those wonderfully quiet moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt; meme in a while, as my sister was visiting me. So, here's a little catching up and wasting time with a cup of coffee by my side - it's long, since it's from last Sunday and this Sunday, so pull up and chair and make yourself comfortable (or fall asleep, that's okay too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Clown's Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeep, 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner and my dog Toshio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5'10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right answer should be "getting a job". The actual answer is going to see &lt;a href="http://www.montrealjazzfest.com/maison-du-festival-online/gallery/leonard-cohen-exhibition.aspx"&gt;Leonard Cohen's art exhibit. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What’s the last movie you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1962's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052646/"&gt;The Brain That Wouldn't Die&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Who was the last person you called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the text option so, I suppose, call it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, writing a letter while watching an episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 on DVD. Which part of that am I slightly embarrassed to admit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January the 5th, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faded skinny-ish jeans and a 3/4 sleeve retro Michael Jackson concert shirt that used to be like a nightgown on me when I was a kid - it finally fits. I'm not a MJ fan, really, but the shirt fits amazingly. Really wish it was something like Iron Maiden though. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of seriously starchy Christmas songs sung by dramatic mens choirs that frighten you like We Three Kings and Good King Wenceslas.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, I am not religious.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many favorite places to be. It depends on what's going on. In general, I guess it would be "in bed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as above - there are many places I don't like to be. On a plane, in a room full of idiots, at work. In the bathroom on a plane when it hits turbulence. That's a good answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go home more often. If I were to take a holiday, it would be Portland, Oregon so I could visit one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one. I miss my family dearly ... but I have a life here too. I don't know where I will be. I really have to figure out a bullshit answer for this questions for upcoming job interviews. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Do you tan or burn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoid both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET, when he's powdery and sick. Why the hell did my parents take me to that movie? I still cannot watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed with my partner about this episode of 90210 where Steve starts smoking marijuana. I find it funny how television shows have a "drug episode" and make marijuana out to be this evil gateway drug. I guess I was laughing at the phoniness of the episode. It was also really late and I can laugh about just about anything when I'm ready to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and it's old. No disturbingly large status symbol flat screens in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen and low to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's an old laptop. It's heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What color are your sheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, a dark purple fitted sheet with a rose flat sheet, duvet is white with wine colored flowers. A little mismatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have four on the bed but I sleep with one. When I get me one of those jobs things, I will buy myself a new pillow - do I ever need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What is your favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fond of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What do you like about Autumn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when it's still warm enough to wear a sweater and skirt with tights, sun shining just right, and the color of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. What do you like about winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sweating off my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What do you like about the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can NOT wear pants for the majority of the time and my skin looks fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. What do you like about spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color GREEN after a long winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. How many provinces have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - Manitoba and Quebec. Way back when, I wanted to move to British Columbia but it was just too expensive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - a small town in Manitoba and here in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have their time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Are you a social person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim that I am not a people person but, if the moment is right, I can be very socially charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My partner's friend just brought over flatbread pizza&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so that and a tall cup of coffee.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this fantastic Ethiopian restaurant in Winnipeg that I adored. I can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint chocolate chip. But it has to be green or it's no good. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on my mood. However, I had the freaking best piece of lemon-curd pie this past week. I don't think no other lemon pie could ever compare to the slice of heaven I had at &lt;a href="http://www.restaurantlemeac.com/en-CA/index.aspx"&gt;Lemeac&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love soup. My favorite to make is potato leek. But I do enjoy me a good butternut squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer homemade tart raspberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you like coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, let's not go there. Probably not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, a glass of water and then a huge cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. What non-banking related card in your wallet is the most valuable to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it would be my health card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Lately, my back issues have been making that difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Canadian and I live on its soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on what man from my past you ask. ::winkwink::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home. There's something completely satisfying about making your own meals - when you have the time to devote to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. What do you miss about high school, if anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofing off in art class with my friend Darren, skipping classes to smoke cigarettes with Darren and company, and just the simplicity of it all (and FREE art supplies!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lon Chaney, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks. I'm happy with my dog. I would love to be an Auntie but that ain't looking good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad French. Such terribly bad French. Je parle un peu Francais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental stitches after my wisdom tooth extraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I have ridden in a limo driven by someone who is a paramedic. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't swim ... but I think I would prefer an ocean but I'd really love a hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love flying and now I despise it (I blame Lost). Needless to say, I don't want to see sky out my window. I'll take the aisle seat, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the bedroom. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I had money to splurge - it's a toss between MAC makeup and books. Right now, all I can afford to buy is food. Anyone wanna give a pretty bookworm a jorb? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5443710457149430850?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5443710457149430850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5443710457149430850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5443710457149430850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5443710457149430850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-i-am-grateful_21.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4GMfsmb2fI/AAAAAAAACD4/1Ni5zu-JGmA/s72-c/IMG_9141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6108805092505912378</id><published>2010-02-20T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:35:24.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4BUg7irufI/AAAAAAAACDw/-xGAV3564DE/s1600-h/IMG_9132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4BUg7irufI/AAAAAAAACDw/-xGAV3564DE/s320/IMG_9132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440441274579270130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4BTv7OCSBI/AAAAAAAACDo/cByh00KsxLI/s1600-h/IMG_9149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4BTv7OCSBI/AAAAAAAACDo/cByh00KsxLI/s320/IMG_9149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440440432679077906" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having a lovely last day with my sister and, of course, a wonderfully quiet Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not be grateful for a chocolate truffle cake? Really. And yes, my dog Toshio gets a Valentine's Day gift from my parents. They have no grandchildren to spoil - only dogs (Toshio, plus my sister's girls Minnie and Mae) and a team of guinea pigs (hers, as well). I'm grateful that my sister "surprised" me for my birthday and visited me for a few days. It meant a lot and it was probably the best birthday I have celebrated in Montreal since moving here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6108805092505912378?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6108805092505912378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6108805092505912378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6108805092505912378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6108805092505912378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-i-am-grateful_20.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S4BUg7irufI/AAAAAAAACDw/-xGAV3564DE/s72-c/IMG_9132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-132931649019720528</id><published>2010-02-19T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:59:00.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38WF1vpdzI/AAAAAAAACDg/oyx26-O2Qbw/s1600-h/IMG_9120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38WF1vpdzI/AAAAAAAACDg/oyx26-O2Qbw/s320/IMG_9120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440091164468934450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for enjoying a quiet dinner, even though the service at this particular restaurant was less than ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of my sister's visit, we did a few last minute shopping. We ate at a restaurant where we got the worst possible service (let alone, worst possible paper place mat - how unappetizing is that?!) but made the most of it. We headed home earlier so she could get packed up and we could enjoy some quiet time with us and the dog. I made her my chili for and the most awesome cookies for her to take home. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am also grateful that my parents adopted a cat in need today. I know they still miss Tiki - she was a great cat, one of a kind. I haven't seen this cat yet. All I know - it's a 2 year old unwanted Japanese Bobtail, male, and I've suggested they name him Sushi. It will be nice to go home to visit and be around a cat again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-132931649019720528?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/132931649019720528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=132931649019720528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/132931649019720528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/132931649019720528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-i-am-grateful_19.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38WF1vpdzI/AAAAAAAACDg/oyx26-O2Qbw/s72-c/IMG_9120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7841270767535453196</id><published>2010-02-19T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:54:56.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38U9_Hma9I/AAAAAAAACDY/tc7oN3VD0Lk/s1600-h/IMG_9112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38U9_Hma9I/AAAAAAAACDY/tc7oN3VD0Lk/s320/IMG_9112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440089930034736082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for taking a coffee break and indulging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the third day of my sister's visit, we competed in round two of shopping (well, round two of me tagging along while she shopped!). My favorite moment of the afternoon and early evening was when we took a break in a dimly lit cafe and indulged in red velvet cupcakes. They were definitely better, taste and appearance, than the time I made red velvet cupcakes! After we returned back to my place, I made my homemade pizza that my sister adores and the three of us watched a terrible B horror movie from the early 60s. We stayed up late and laughed over silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7841270767535453196?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7841270767535453196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7841270767535453196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7841270767535453196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7841270767535453196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-i-am-grateful_19.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S38U9_Hma9I/AAAAAAAACDY/tc7oN3VD0Lk/s72-c/IMG_9112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2831138437854044593</id><published>2010-02-17T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:25:48.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3xc-SmbLzI/AAAAAAAACDQ/IGbDly-XHUk/s1600-h/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3xc-SmbLzI/AAAAAAAACDQ/IGbDly-XHUk/s320/IMG_9098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324675171364658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for going out on the town; people watching and window shopping and walking around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of my sister's visit, I ended up getting called into doing an afternoon of work for my former boss. I couldn't say no - money has been so tight that I needed this job. So, I worked for a while. After that, we got prettied up and went out on the town. Well, it was more like watch my sister go on a shopping spree - it was still fun, nonetheless! Afterward, we went to a cafe to hang out and laugh at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I'm not into shopping and neither is my sister. It was nice to have her company in those annoying shops and I think the feeling was mutual! It's been a while since I've had female company to go shopping with, to sit in a cafe with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, I am grateful for having a good family doctor. I saw mine today and I can't help but mention how great she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2831138437854044593?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2831138437854044593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2831138437854044593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2831138437854044593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2831138437854044593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-i-am-grateful_17.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3xc-SmbLzI/AAAAAAAACDQ/IGbDly-XHUk/s72-c/IMG_9098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4491146472778529907</id><published>2010-02-16T13:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:32:44.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3rjnyHdOtI/AAAAAAAACDI/T8gG5vrLfsQ/s1600-h/IMG_9075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3rjnyHdOtI/AAAAAAAACDI/T8gG5vrLfsQ/s320/IMG_9075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909772610747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3rjXmGEmAI/AAAAAAAACDA/fLgXnidZCzE/s1600-h/IMG_9085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3rjXmGEmAI/AAAAAAAACDA/fLgXnidZCzE/s320/IMG_9085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438909494505805826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for having a wonderful birthday and last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took a little break. I will do somewhat of a photo recap of each day. My guess was right - my sister did come out to my city to "surprise" me on my birthday.  It was truly wonderful. The first day, we just took it easy. We went for a walk to get groceries (I surprised her with random stuff to do - ha ha), took the dog for a walk, hung out and laughed, and had a late dinner of Chinese food with a delicious chocolate truffle cake for dessert. It was lovely. One of the best birthdays I've had in a while ~ thanks to my sister and my partner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister arrived with flowers. My friends delivered flowers to me as well. I haven't received flowers in YEARS. Totally grateful for that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4491146472778529907?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4491146472778529907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4491146472778529907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4491146472778529907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4491146472778529907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful_16.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3rjnyHdOtI/AAAAAAAACDI/T8gG5vrLfsQ/s72-c/IMG_9075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8114895498834734885</id><published>2010-02-10T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:53:35.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3MAJtp-ZLI/AAAAAAAACCw/H9_aOUp4g8E/s1600-h/IMG_8999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3MAJtp-ZLI/AAAAAAAACCw/H9_aOUp4g8E/s320/IMG_8999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436689342040794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for being happy and healthy on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my Spidey senses are correct, my sister will be surprising me today. Being the bratty little sister, I know how to get information out of people. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8114895498834734885?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8114895498834734885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8114895498834734885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8114895498834734885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8114895498834734885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-i-am-grateful_10.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3MAJtp-ZLI/AAAAAAAACCw/H9_aOUp4g8E/s72-c/IMG_8999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6197643027781045687</id><published>2010-02-09T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:46:29.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3I1IcfWO4I/AAAAAAAACCo/CbXJOdrj7lU/s1600-h/IMG_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3I1IcfWO4I/AAAAAAAACCo/CbXJOdrj7lU/s320/IMG_3964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436466119392508802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for having a clean bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I keep mine dirty .... there's just something oddly satisfying about a reeeeeally shiny bathtub and &lt;a href="http://www.mooka.ca"&gt;brand new bars of soap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mooka.ca"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think I am getting what I am getting for my birthday tomorrow ... I need to have a clean bathroom for company. If not, well ... here's a reminder that it is okay to be home alone on my birthday - at least I have a clean bathroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6197643027781045687?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6197643027781045687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6197643027781045687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6197643027781045687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6197643027781045687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful_09.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3I1IcfWO4I/AAAAAAAACCo/CbXJOdrj7lU/s72-c/IMG_3964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1141212551952849480</id><published>2010-02-08T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:45:54.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3CTlOJhNrI/AAAAAAAACCY/_5x_B7LlHT0/s1600-h/IMG_8998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3CTlOJhNrI/AAAAAAAACCY/_5x_B7LlHT0/s320/IMG_8998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436007017898653362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for feeling joy for no particular reason. That certain bounce up and down kind of inner joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell by this photograph, but this pup was so excited to see his people that he was bouncing up and down, as though he had little springs on the bottoms of his paws. It was really sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1141212551952849480?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1141212551952849480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1141212551952849480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1141212551952849480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1141212551952849480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-i-am-grateful_08.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S3CTlOJhNrI/AAAAAAAACCY/_5x_B7LlHT0/s72-c/IMG_8998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1139240524850173758</id><published>2010-02-07T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:41:30.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28uQ_SpDVI/AAAAAAAACCI/Qa7If9-uCtQ/s1600-h/IMG_5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28uQ_SpDVI/AAAAAAAACCI/Qa7If9-uCtQ/s320/IMG_5628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435614144661884242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for you, on your birthday. You're loved and missed, my beautiful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing's&lt;/a&gt; Meme Day! Here I go ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretentious Blogging Meme - Part Deux&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-i-am-grateful_31.html"&gt;Click HERE for my Part One&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How many drafts of potential blog posts do you have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None on my Gratitude Photoblog, but probably a couple on my other blog(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. In what medium do you draft your posts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just write. In my other secret blog, there are times when I scribble random blurbs down in my actual journal and then throw onto the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. How often do you completely scratch or delete drafts or blog post ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. Not in this blog anyway. You can't be delete your gratitude! Either you are grateful for something or you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. If you had to leave your blog in your will to another blogger, who would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely leave it to my lovely friend Wendy - visit her at &lt;a href="http://theknowitallastrologer.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Know It All Astrologer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Are there other blogs that you feel are similar to yours in content, style, or voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are in content and style ... but we all have our own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Has anything surprised you since you started blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, not so much with blogging ... but just noticing how small the world is online is surprising. What people air out on blogs surprises me and I can even admit to being guilty of that charge as well. I read stuff about people I know that I really did not need to know, and no one knows that I'm a big ol' voyeur to their lives. The concept is strange, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What are your goals or plans for your blog going forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make this blog look a little more professional and smoother, but I definitely need a little help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Do you make any money from your blog? (optional) about how much a month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I wish I could. That would come in handy since I'm terribly unemployed. Hey, people reading this silly meme - why don't you go and do this gal a favor and visit her ads! Please? *Bats eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What blogging system do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging system? Is that the technical term? If I answer Blogger, would that be correct? I used to use Myspace too. You know, when it was fun and people were on it and would comment all the time. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How did you come up your blog name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this particular blog - it's about gratitude and photographs. Tah-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How many blogs do you have? What was your peak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, let's not go there. I have too many ... too many that I haven't kept up with. I'll say three regular ones but there's more out there. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Are you having as much fun as when you started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll be honest, it was much more fun before. It's still fun but it was more fun back in the "Myspace era" when people that I know personally would visit my blog and comment about it. Facebook and Twitter, they haven't really encouraged that. Maybe it's something to do with the society of instant gratification and how we limit posts to 140 characters. Too many letters, can't hold an attention span? I don't know. My other blog has it's fun moments though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Where do you find other bloggers like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What’s your one wish when it comes to blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, that people keep reading and keep commenting. That I had a bit of a following. At the end of the day though, I understand what my goal and wish is in this particular blog - to be grateful for the simple things in MY life. And if I help one person realize what they are grateful for that day or that week - then my job is done! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1139240524850173758?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1139240524850173758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1139240524850173758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1139240524850173758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1139240524850173758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28uQ_SpDVI/AAAAAAAACCI/Qa7If9-uCtQ/s72-c/IMG_5628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6441791081401970953</id><published>2010-02-07T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:15:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28tWhRTfjI/AAAAAAAACCA/QQR4V_6ayGA/s1600-h/IMG_9062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28tWhRTfjI/AAAAAAAACCA/QQR4V_6ayGA/s320/IMG_9062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435613140170800690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for peacefulness and knowing what's truly important at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6441791081401970953?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6441791081401970953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6441791081401970953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6441791081401970953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6441791081401970953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S28tWhRTfjI/AAAAAAAACCA/QQR4V_6ayGA/s72-c/IMG_9062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5564964269425368701</id><published>2010-02-05T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:50:44.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2ygU249fDI/AAAAAAAACB4/rrf_4MFIPWo/s1600-h/LindaPackage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2ygU249fDI/AAAAAAAACB4/rrf_4MFIPWo/s320/LindaPackage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434895130521599026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for receiving something in the mail that wasn't a bill! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday next week. I refuse to open this oddly heavy package that my mom sent me until Wednesday. Needless to say, I feel like a little kid and I want to tear into the package. I won't ... I'm a good girl. Wink, wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm just happy it wasn't a mailbox full of bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5564964269425368701?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5564964269425368701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5564964269425368701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5564964269425368701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5564964269425368701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2ygU249fDI/AAAAAAAACB4/rrf_4MFIPWo/s72-c/LindaPackage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7068061693773218614</id><published>2010-02-04T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:21:44.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2s1b5DGyCI/AAAAAAAACBw/P_bYYrsUs5A/s1600-h/IMG_8456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2s1b5DGyCI/AAAAAAAACBw/P_bYYrsUs5A/s320/IMG_8456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434496128639223842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for knowing that life is precious. You take less things for granted when you take a step back and acknowledge all the good things you are blessed with - happiness, health, comfort, good people. Et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was a tough month for a lot of people I know back home. I wish I could have been there for those that I loved but I support them from a far. In a way, maybe it's selfish of me - I don't know, but it made me realize that life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people spend their time getting caught up in such insignificant dramas, especially online. I find myself becoming irritated with how shallow people can be, how catty they seem, and I wonder how they can't get understand that there comes an age where you leave junior high mentality behind. This is why I cannot stand to be on internet forums, this is why I block people on social networking sites. Sometimes, I feel like taking people by the shoulders and shaking them - ask them how old they are, ask them why they are wasting their energy on being backstabbing so passive aggressively online, ask them what are you grateful for? Ah, I know ... I shouldn't be irritated. Sometimes, however, I think some people really need to wake up and open their eyes to take in all the good stuff around them instead of focusing on the negative. And this is coming from someone who has very dark and negative moments herself, ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7068061693773218614?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7068061693773218614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7068061693773218614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7068061693773218614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7068061693773218614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2s1b5DGyCI/AAAAAAAACBw/P_bYYrsUs5A/s72-c/IMG_8456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4697684254308985672</id><published>2010-02-03T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:52:18.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2m1uleC3kI/AAAAAAAACBo/0mUwb18sF5M/s1600-h/IMG_6894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2m1uleC3kI/AAAAAAAACBo/0mUwb18sF5M/s320/IMG_6894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434074237335952962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... for hot baths that soothe achy bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I read a comment on my friend's Facebook page, written by a woman. She wrote that she thinks PMS is "just an excuse to be bitchy" and she doesn't think it exists. My face immediately began to twitch and I may or may not have breathed fire at my laptop. Tell that to my extremely achy back and hips and various other body parts, lady! Oh, it does exist, I claim as I shove copious amounts of homemade cookies into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Okay, I didn't breathe fire and I just ate a *few* cookies. But my back and hips are so achy. Thank goodness for hot baths and stretching and Advil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS) Hope this photo does not bring out all the foot fetish weirdos out of the woodwork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4697684254308985672?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4697684254308985672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4697684254308985672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4697684254308985672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4697684254308985672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2m1uleC3kI/AAAAAAAACBo/0mUwb18sF5M/s72-c/IMG_6894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8035607404822469532</id><published>2010-02-02T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:38:13.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2iorbZPeVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Jr6i4iHByM8/s1600-h/IMG_9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2iorbZPeVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Jr6i4iHByM8/s320/IMG_9059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433778414463973714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for always having youthful playtime, at least once a day. I give thanks to my dog who brings out the kid in me - the kid that I often neglect because of more "adult" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can somebody tell me ... where's the dingo?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8035607404822469532?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8035607404822469532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8035607404822469532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8035607404822469532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8035607404822469532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2iorbZPeVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Jr6i4iHByM8/s72-c/IMG_9059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8748905129611676395</id><published>2010-02-01T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:45:46.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2c8l-y7eJI/AAAAAAAACBY/hwx89JukfiU/s1600-h/IMG_8920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2c8l-y7eJI/AAAAAAAACBY/hwx89JukfiU/s320/IMG_8920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433378098655230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for my dog, who never fails to bring a smile to my face no matter what the heck is going on in my life or in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the job that I interviewed for. I'm a little disappointed - not because of the job but because I honestly do need some money coming in soon. I need a root canal, I need to pay my bills (the Hydro bill - eeek!), I need to eat. I've spent the day looking at job postings and training programs I could possibly receive funding for. It's bleak. Then I look down and there's a weird dog at my feet, on his back with his handsome paws in the air and I know that there's at least one person unconditionally on my side. Thank goodness for those furry creatures in our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8748905129611676395?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8748905129611676395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8748905129611676395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8748905129611676395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8748905129611676395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2c8l-y7eJI/AAAAAAAACBY/hwx89JukfiU/s72-c/IMG_8920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6549157240348936217</id><published>2010-01-31T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:29:14.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2XkXtpyhWI/AAAAAAAACBA/dMfjsHlWazg/s1600-h/Empanadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2XkXtpyhWI/AAAAAAAACBA/dMfjsHlWazg/s320/Empanadas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432999621535368546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for unexpected visits from friends bearing comfort food ... at the perfect moment when I'm craving something to indulge in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday again and I will participate in &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;'s Meme madness. Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretentious Blogging Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How long have you been blogging? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my first blog in early 2002 on DeadJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What made you start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to help me through a devastating heartbreak. I know, how dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Who inspired you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who broke my heart. I'll always love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. About how many hours a week would you estimate you spend on your blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of blogs. I don't write in many of them. Some are very public, like this one. Others are completely secretive. And then there are the ones that I don't write in at all anymore, sadly. I don't spend that much time doing it, in all fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What kind of experience or background do you have with writing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have life experience and a couple of very wonderful muses! *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Talk about how you come up with blog topics. Where do you get your ideas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog deals with recognizing all the simple things in life and feeling grateful for each and everyone of them. I don't have "ideas" - I just try my best to open my eyes and see how I am blessed, no matter how silly or insignificant it may seem to me or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What or who inspires you and your blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is inspired by life and simplicity and all the things we are blessed with in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Where and/or how do your brainstorming for your blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and all the things around me. I think more people should notice all the kindness around them and stop to feel grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do you have any blogging rules or guidelines you follow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any rules other than not feeling guilty if I don't write everyday. As well, I don't throw in any photos of friends that I have who do not wish to have an online presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Is there anything you will not blog about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail about my family or post photos of anyone that I know that doesn't want their face plastered all over the internet. If I am in a bad mood when I post on my gratitude blog, I will not go into details just because I'm in a pissy mood. What I discovered from my very first blog and being dramatically in my mid-20s was that the internet is a very small place and if people want to find out what garbage you are saying, someone you know WILL. I keep private things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Do you have any sort of a publishing schedule in terms of day of week or topic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to do this as daily as I can. I did take a very long hiatus though but I'm back to the point where I need to be reminded of gratitude again ... so I'm back at it. It's daily and it's about gratitude, including a photograph taken by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6549157240348936217?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6549157240348936217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6549157240348936217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6549157240348936217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6549157240348936217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-i-am-grateful_31.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2XkXtpyhWI/AAAAAAAACBA/dMfjsHlWazg/s72-c/Empanadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1690728888359458728</id><published>2010-01-30T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:41:13.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2TDZwlPnNI/AAAAAAAACA4/YuzQnb3iyWY/s1600-h/IMG_9027A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2TDZwlPnNI/AAAAAAAACA4/YuzQnb3iyWY/s320/IMG_9027A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432681897820921042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having a roof over my head on very cold days and nights like these.&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/4157617320745003514-1690728888359458728?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1690728888359458728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1690728888359458728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1690728888359458728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1690728888359458728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-i-am-grateful_30.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2TDZwlPnNI/AAAAAAAACA4/YuzQnb3iyWY/s72-c/IMG_9027A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5294866365768123924</id><published>2010-01-29T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:03:27.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2M-GCYtt1I/AAAAAAAACAg/p8ttPXEktmc/s1600-h/IMG_8710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2M-GCYtt1I/AAAAAAAACAg/p8ttPXEktmc/s320/IMG_8710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432253848979617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having the place to myself this afternoon which means silence and calm and dancing around to bad music while no one is looking (except for the dog)! As well, I am grateful that I got a chance to talk to my father. Usually, my mom answers the telephone but this time it was my dad. It was nice to catch up and talk to him about computers and aliens and Air Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, this photograph is of a winter sky in Manitoba, near Winnipeg. It was super cold that day, windchill must have been -35C that day. But, wow, the sky was so pretty that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5294866365768123924?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5294866365768123924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5294866365768123924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5294866365768123924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5294866365768123924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-i-am-grateful_29.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2M-GCYtt1I/AAAAAAAACAg/p8ttPXEktmc/s72-c/IMG_8710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4403578513353311073</id><published>2010-01-28T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:00:39.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2H6k0JznZI/AAAAAAAACAY/CWLHktAcP5Y/s1600-h/IMG_9023A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2H6k0JznZI/AAAAAAAACAY/CWLHktAcP5Y/s320/IMG_9023A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431898135967538578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for days that look like Christmas cards. I don't know why but days like this always make me feel like I am a child again, safe and warm and dazzled by the beauty of softly fallen snow. Next up, some hot chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4403578513353311073?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4403578513353311073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4403578513353311073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4403578513353311073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4403578513353311073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-i-am-grateful_28.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2H6k0JznZI/AAAAAAAACAY/CWLHktAcP5Y/s72-c/IMG_9023A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1077404196493683908</id><published>2010-01-27T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:30:38.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2CdEuW54BI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fYvUbAVekhg/s1600-h/IMG_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2CdEuW54BI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fYvUbAVekhg/s320/IMG_8670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431513855097954322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for having a job interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it went alright. Okay. So-so. I wouldn't say terrific but I wouldn't call it terrible either. Let's just say that I didn't feel like going out afterward to do some celebratory shopping. It was an interview and it's been forever since I had a reasonably professional one at that. It involved many different kinds of testing and filling out copious amounts of paperwork, ending with an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person am I truly? Quiet, hard working, follows instruction, happier in a small environment, something with routine and the atmosphere where I can truly be myself (in dress, in personality, in humor). I hate to say it but the older I get, the harder it is to genuinely smile in your typical job interview. The questions are just as forced as my answers. No, I don't know where I'll be in two years. No, I'm not really a team player unless I love my job. No, I'm not really enthusiastic ... the way people usually define enthusiastic. I'm quietly enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is a job that makes me happy and feel satisfied. I'd do *almost* anything to work from home but I don't know what I could do. Any suggestions, my grateful friends?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1077404196493683908?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1077404196493683908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1077404196493683908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1077404196493683908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1077404196493683908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-i-am-grateful_27.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S2CdEuW54BI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fYvUbAVekhg/s72-c/IMG_8670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3080937962043637546</id><published>2010-01-26T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:18:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S19ou9NfzoI/AAAAAAAACAA/S-BHhRpNR-Q/s1600-h/VanessasCake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S19ou9NfzoI/AAAAAAAACAA/S-BHhRpNR-Q/s320/VanessasCake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431174831546551938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for my friend Michelle on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've known Michelle since I was three years old. We grew up on the same street, went to the same school, and still remain friends today. I'm incredibly grateful for that - even though she may or may not have bullied me a little when we were kids! It's nice to share history and so much time with someone. I'm glad we are friends and I can always count on her. Distance separates us now but not a week goes by where we don't talk or email or laugh about something. Here's to you, dear friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3080937962043637546?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3080937962043637546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3080937962043637546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3080937962043637546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3080937962043637546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-i-am-grateful_26.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S19ou9NfzoI/AAAAAAAACAA/S-BHhRpNR-Q/s72-c/VanessasCake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4932886649231286555</id><published>2010-01-25T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:06:14.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxYXcvGBibc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxYXcvGBibc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for getting lost in music. Sometimes I forget how much I love getting lost in music, how much music can truly spin my mood around. I've been listening to Voltaire lately ... I haven't listened to him in such a long time. It sounds so wonderful to my ears! It's also his birthday today so here's to Voltaire. I'm grateful for his music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4932886649231286555?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4932886649231286555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4932886649231286555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4932886649231286555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4932886649231286555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-i-am-grateful_25.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7281635532224347791</id><published>2010-01-24T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:25:50.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1yKcE8JMFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/6MZmYhKFyKo/s1600-h/IMG_8994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1yKcE8JMFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/6MZmYhKFyKo/s320/IMG_8994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430367465668948050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for pretty and sunny winter days. Just having the sunlight around certainly changes the mood of nearly everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did last Sunday, I will be doing another meme from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;. This one has more of a negative twist, if you choose to see it that way. I don't - if we don't vent out what irks us regardless of how silly it is, every little detail will eventually eat us up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Negativity Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foods which disgust the crap out of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi (vegetarian or fish - all give me the "no feeling") and lamb (tastes like an old hairbrush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV show I loathe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving to Montreal, I rarely watch television. I do when I go back home to visit my family and I have to say that it has gone downhill. I loathe most programs on TLC - reality shows about couples with millions of children or the morbidly obese just irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie I loathe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None are coming to me other than this French film I saw years ago called Leolo. The only reason because these children abuse a cat in it. Otherwise, I don't necessarily *loathe* a certain film. If I do, I'll probably remember it at four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music genres I loathe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New" country and boy band/manufactured pop music. As well, I have a low tolerance for Celtic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magazine which annoys me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read enough magazines to be annoyed by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me cranky at restaurant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person I am with keeps texting during the meal and conversation. Oh, wow ... does that ever make this gal cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me cranky in public:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud teenagers, people texting and walking right into you (but it's your fault because you are in their way), people who stand too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me cranky in general:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this list could be long. See above and add: certain noises/music during certain times of the month, people who keep asking if I have found work, people who think it's a challenge to analyze me out in the open, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisses me off at home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving phone calls at inappropriate times. Neighbor upstairs and how he slams the door, almost knocking the mirror off the wall. Oh, I'm sure there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisses me off at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not working at the moment. In my last job; it was the lack of communication between the ladies in the very small office, the lack of space which brought out all the claws in those ladies, and having to always be the shoulder to office complaints. It's mentally exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisses me off in general:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, define "pissy" and "cranky" because I see them in the same light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me impatient at home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the partner to do certain little things. I realize they can be done at any time ... but my OCD brain wants them done in a certain order. So, I guess I make myself impatient at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me impatient at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How slow the time goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me impatient in public:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wait time for a metro and it's usually when there's loud and annoying teenagers around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't "hate". I can say that I dislike Bono and the way he goes about things (like making the general public guilty about not saving the world when U2 has a massive carbon footprint). Okay, and Ashton Kutcher and his tweets are pretty annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music artist I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of musicians I don't like. See above, regarding Bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could care less about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking too long on this question so I will skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoys the crap out of me weekdays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not working so weekdays seem like weekends. I suppose the only thing to be annoyed with during the week is the lack of interesting jobs for me to apply to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoys the crap out of me weekends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the grocery store. Too insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger's habit that annoys you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spammers that advertise their blog in your comments space ... with no comment about your blog and their spam is something totally opposite than what your blog is about (like technology in India, for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feature on your blog you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it looked more professional and less clumsy. I hate my lack of patience to make it look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie star you despise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't despise anyone ... but I will say one thing, Michael Cera's quirky young adult charm is wearing really, really thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politician that you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate. I'm sure there's some politicians here in Quebec that I don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7281635532224347791?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7281635532224347791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7281635532224347791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7281635532224347791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7281635532224347791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-i-am-grateful_24.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1yKcE8JMFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/6MZmYhKFyKo/s72-c/IMG_8994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3340026547201280430</id><published>2010-01-23T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:07:31.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1uA6_OPbCI/AAAAAAAAB_g/pK2yB9nPtc0/s1600-h/IMG_8695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1uA6_OPbCI/AAAAAAAAB_g/pK2yB9nPtc0/s320/IMG_8695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430075526617197602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for laughs with my sister, no matter how near or far we are from one another. Yes, I love lamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3340026547201280430?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3340026547201280430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3340026547201280430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3340026547201280430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3340026547201280430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-i-am-grateful_23.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1uA6_OPbCI/AAAAAAAAB_g/pK2yB9nPtc0/s72-c/IMG_8695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3078487309155446009</id><published>2010-01-22T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:11:55.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBNtANbW5vE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBNtANbW5vE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally not one to follow the bandwagon on the internet but I couldn't help but watch this. It's a webcam set up in a mama bear's den and she finally gave birth today (of course, when I went to take a shower so I missed the whole thing - ha ha). Anyway, it's quite something. If you want to take a peek, &lt;a href="http://www.wildearth.tv/static/wildearth/channels/we_bear_den.html"&gt;CLICK  HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3078487309155446009?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3078487309155446009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3078487309155446009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3078487309155446009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3078487309155446009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1033182800251959338</id><published>2010-01-22T18:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:04:14.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1ouw25E38I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/CV1DlucHDNQ/s1600-h/IMG_7331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1ouw25E38I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/CV1DlucHDNQ/s320/IMG_7331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429703717652062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for afternoon tea with friends you haven't seen in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1033182800251959338?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1033182800251959338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1033182800251959338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1033182800251959338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1033182800251959338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1ouw25E38I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/CV1DlucHDNQ/s72-c/IMG_7331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-695630415777268971</id><published>2010-01-22T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:01:08.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otuRUimFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/GVnfFdvCcJY/s1600-h/IMG_8446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otuRUimFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/GVnfFdvCcJY/s320/IMG_8446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429702573695342674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the little things in life that are enjoyable - Leonard Cohen and Mandarin oranges and day dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-695630415777268971?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/695630415777268971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=695630415777268971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/695630415777268971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/695630415777268971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otuRUimFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/GVnfFdvCcJY/s72-c/IMG_8446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3406337669625694531</id><published>2010-01-22T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:57:43.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otGGKDLgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/cLmWEDFGUqE/s1600-h/IMG_8762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otGGKDLgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/cLmWEDFGUqE/s320/IMG_8762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429701883503783426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for knowing when to rest and heal, and for doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3406337669625694531?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3406337669625694531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3406337669625694531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3406337669625694531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3406337669625694531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-i-am-grateful_22.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1otGGKDLgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/cLmWEDFGUqE/s72-c/IMG_8762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-8748899603050853497</id><published>2010-01-18T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:39:36.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1S4ezv9IlI/AAAAAAAAB_A/y-7-3sXctVs/s1600-h/IMG_8814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1S4ezv9IlI/AAAAAAAAB_A/y-7-3sXctVs/s320/IMG_8814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428166290315223634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having a dog at my side when I am not feeling well. Yes, I feel as though I am getting another cold. Rest is in order and it's so very therapeutic to have a dog at your side. He likes to sleep near me when I am curled up on the couch or when I am bed. I pet him until I get sleepy. He's a wonderful boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-8748899603050853497?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8748899603050853497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=8748899603050853497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8748899603050853497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/8748899603050853497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-i-am-grateful_18.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1S4ezv9IlI/AAAAAAAAB_A/y-7-3sXctVs/s72-c/IMG_8814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1234231204591923690</id><published>2010-01-18T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:31:15.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1Su-7DgNuI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_GrxIkGw61Y/s1600-h/IMG_8451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1Su-7DgNuI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_GrxIkGw61Y/s320/IMG_8451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428155846915798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for all the little bright things on the middle of a cold winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing something different. I've been reading this blog that posts stolen memes every Sunday and this week I'm going to play. It gives me a reason to mix things up a bit while the few that read my blog can get to know me. This meme comes stolen from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Trivia About Me Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get regular massages? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no. But if I did, I'd be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have an answering machine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What cuss word do you use the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you underweight or overweight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see your veins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can. Side note, I think it's incredibly sexy to see veins in the hands of a man. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any soap that comes from my friend's shop&lt;a href="http://www.mooka.ca/"&gt; MOOKA&lt;/a&gt;. Click on the name and buy some of her wonderful bath products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspberries. Yes, I am aware that it is a berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kind of red meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My favorite fish was named Bonaparte. He was an albino cory that lived for seven years. He was a good fish. He had no fins and half a tail (victim of a pet store neon tetra attack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have You Ever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten a whole bag of potato chips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by my lonesome but I've came very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten lobster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, and I don't want to. Seafood + me = not a pretty scene. Plus, I don't really like eating things where you have remove tails and shells to get at the meat. It's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been skydiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been water skiing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to swim that well so I can't see myself with skis attached to my feet while being in deep, deep water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish you could change something about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly wish I could change something about my life. In all honesty, I'd like to be happier inside ... I'd like to go to school again ... I'd like to get out of my financial mess ... I'd like to stop feeling so "caught in the middle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it works just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like salt and vinegar chips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat salsa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eat it if it's there but I don't purchase salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Own a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A small thing that people let slide but that actually has dire consequences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jeez. This is a tough question. I think, on a personal level, the way we speak to one another and not speak. If that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your most macho trait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have no idea. My height and my inner sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The longest relationship you’ve ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I am currently in. It's been around six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your most embarrassing thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm certainly not going to admit them here. I usually just end up replaying old embarrassing events of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your most shameful moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing I will not broadcast to the world. Sorry, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This/That…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bath/Shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fond of the bath but showers in summer are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Markers/Crayons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both serve their purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pens/Pencils?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inky pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelly/Cream Cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bagel/Toast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My greatest weakness is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I simply don't believe in myself as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I was…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of a positive person and that there were two of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things I wouldn’t do for a million dollars are…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;injure a living creature (human or animal), yank out all my teeth, and abandon my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The oddest thing I’ve ever put in my mouth is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert dirty smile here* Hmm, let's see. In a culinary sense, it would be alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firsts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credit card you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worn out Visa. Eeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loan you got was for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My government student loan towards a useless education. No, I am the only bitter one about that place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paycheck was for how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't remember. I guess it wasn't that memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time you had stitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom teeth mouth stitches a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time you went to the hospital for something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I sliced my finger open with an X-acto knife in art class. I didn't have to get stitches but it was mandatory that I get it checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List everything you ate in the last 24 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast tortilla wrap, a couple of pieces of dark chocolate, fish and chips, a wee bowl of pasta, and Mini Wheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you used a credit card for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new winter coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your job previous to the one you have now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I'm unemployed at the moment. My last job was doing quality control at a call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing you celebrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you were at a sports bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh, a sports bar. Well, probably the Christmas before this past one, when I was home for the holidays. There were no sports playing but they just call it a sports bar because it's a small town. People would rather get drunk and play video lottery than watch sports in my town.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1234231204591923690?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1234231204591923690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1234231204591923690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1234231204591923690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1234231204591923690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-i-am-grateful_18.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1Su-7DgNuI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_GrxIkGw61Y/s72-c/IMG_8451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5760403927840901948</id><published>2010-01-16T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:56:23.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1IXVHRv07I/AAAAAAAAB-w/szkOttQIIj0/s1600-h/IMG_5607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1IXVHRv07I/AAAAAAAAB-w/szkOttQIIj0/s320/IMG_5607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427426152433046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for kind words that come unexpectedly from someone I used to know. Thank you for making my day a little brighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5760403927840901948?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5760403927840901948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5760403927840901948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5760403927840901948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5760403927840901948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1IXVHRv07I/AAAAAAAAB-w/szkOttQIIj0/s72-c/IMG_5607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6370979461871883693</id><published>2010-01-15T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:07:46.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1DKt937wJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/3OFkO-0SgYU/s1600-h/IMG_5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1DKt937wJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/3OFkO-0SgYU/s320/IMG_5628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427060442033537170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for seeing things that remind us of the good people we were fortunate enough to cross paths with in life, for smiling from afar, and for always wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-6370979461871883693?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6370979461871883693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6370979461871883693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6370979461871883693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6370979461871883693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Friday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S1DKt937wJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/3OFkO-0SgYU/s72-c/IMG_5628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-1523902733054679094</id><published>2010-01-14T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:46:34.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, I am grateful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S09XIZTunnI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/HW1llbQeBEc/s1600-h/IMG_8269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S09XIZTunnI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/HW1llbQeBEc/s320/IMG_8269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426651877748940402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for hearing words that hit close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was watching an old episode of Beverly Hills 90210 last night. (Yes, you can insert a joke directed at me here. I shouldn't have to defend myself on my own blog but it is a guilty pleasure of mine. And the 90210 pillow sham? My first job was in the linens floor of a department store and I found this in their discount bin for fifty cents. So there!) Anyway, the father of a character said something that struck me, reassured me, and I am grateful for being reminded of these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Every lifetime has a little bit of rain. This is just your rainy season. You trust me when I tell you - your sun will shine again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-1523902733054679094?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1523902733054679094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=1523902733054679094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1523902733054679094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/1523902733054679094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Thursday, I am grateful ...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S09XIZTunnI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/HW1llbQeBEc/s72-c/IMG_8269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-7329055353677212351</id><published>2010-01-13T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:17:44.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S04ou95Qo_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bX6O4HnudU8/s1600-h/IMG_8687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S04ou95Qo_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bX6O4HnudU8/s320/IMG_8687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426319388381848562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for doing my best to make it through winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found January difficult. Not only I am coming down from the holidays but I become officially sick of the cold, dark days of winter. I am certain that I am an ideal candidate for seasonal depression so I try my best to make it through - with gratitude, with the simple things that I enjoy (like getting lost in a good book), with those close to me, with exercise, and with my dog. Some days, it's not so easy but I keep on trying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the photograph, I took this one when I was back home. It is considerably colder in Manitoba than here. Often, frost and ice will decorate the windows and I am always fascinated with it. It's a little piece of beauty on a cold winter day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-7329055353677212351?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7329055353677212351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=7329055353677212351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7329055353677212351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/7329055353677212351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S04ou95Qo_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bX6O4HnudU8/s72-c/IMG_8687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5170010098894242791</id><published>2010-01-12T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:09:55.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S00AjNnILfI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92-sukfYlLA/s1600-h/IMG_7689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S00AjNnILfI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92-sukfYlLA/s320/IMG_7689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425993731000511986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for my very spoiled dog, who absolutely adores warm towels and blankets right out of the dryer. Seeing him burrowed in a nest of warm blankets fills me with happiness. Don't let that sad face fool you - he's really happy. Once the dryer door opens, he comes running down the hallway. Silly dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5170010098894242791?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5170010098894242791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5170010098894242791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5170010098894242791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5170010098894242791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S00AjNnILfI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92-sukfYlLA/s72-c/IMG_7689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2868672035497413741</id><published>2010-01-12T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:03:05.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0z_da1fyfI/AAAAAAAAB-A/T37v1kHQtYk/s1600-h/IMG_8704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0z_da1fyfI/AAAAAAAAB-A/T37v1kHQtYk/s320/IMG_8704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425992531959597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for being able to bring in the new year of 2010 in Manitoba with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2868672035497413741?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2868672035497413741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2868672035497413741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2868672035497413741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2868672035497413741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0z_da1fyfI/AAAAAAAAB-A/T37v1kHQtYk/s72-c/IMG_8704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-4376084257276132789</id><published>2010-01-10T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:13:21.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0p6X0djJUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/uiKTE7DfHS4/s1600-h/IMG_8385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0p6X0djJUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/uiKTE7DfHS4/s320/IMG_8385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425283250759345474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for having a lovely holiday with my family and old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for being a stranger. I went away for Christmas holidays, armed with my camera and laptop so I could keep posting throughout the holidays. For some unexplainable reason, my laptop did not work in my parents house so I didn't have any internet access. I decided to stay a little longer back home and it was truly good for my head. I was so grateful to have that extra time with my parents, with my sister, with old friends. Nothing felt rushed, nothing was stressful. It was just joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided "real life" begins tomorrow which means fun things like fixing up my CV, looking for work, and booking a root canal I cannot truly afford. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a Happy 2010, full of simple and wonderful things to be grateful for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-4376084257276132789?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4376084257276132789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=4376084257276132789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4376084257276132789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/4376084257276132789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/S0p6X0djJUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/uiKTE7DfHS4/s72-c/IMG_8385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-3237681621836010878</id><published>2009-12-02T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:36:36.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcV5MHfWDI/AAAAAAAAB74/ukS2t4dQ-PQ/s1600-h/BlueLights4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcV5MHfWDI/AAAAAAAAB74/ukS2t4dQ-PQ/s320/BlueLights4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410817549558306866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for being full of energy and getting stuff done. However, I do know that if I don't sit down and chill out, I will come crashing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-3237681621836010878?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3237681621836010878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=3237681621836010878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3237681621836010878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/3237681621836010878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Wednesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcV5MHfWDI/AAAAAAAAB74/ukS2t4dQ-PQ/s72-c/BlueLights4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-6152887825248100991</id><published>2009-12-02T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:32:50.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcVG9tDo7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/vosUKkgS7gU/s1600-h/IMG_8063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcVG9tDo7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/vosUKkgS7gU/s320/IMG_8063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410816686695883698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for the enjoyable parts of holiday preparations!&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/4157617320745003514-6152887825248100991?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6152887825248100991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=6152887825248100991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6152887825248100991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/6152887825248100991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Tuesday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxcVG9tDo7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/vosUKkgS7gU/s72-c/IMG_8063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-5417207551891818635</id><published>2009-12-01T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:34:21.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxS4bhp7ZvI/AAAAAAAAB7o/O-TFbLIUYo8/s1600/IMG_8034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxS4bhp7ZvI/AAAAAAAAB7o/O-TFbLIUYo8/s320/IMG_8034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410151835409016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for homemade pita bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something so satisfying about making your own breads. Maybe it's something deep within our DNA, when we used to hunt and farm for food, make everything by hand. I love the kneading and the wait time, I love the smell of my place when the bread is in the oven, and I love knowing that I made this melt-your-mouth food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-5417207551891818635?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5417207551891818635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=5417207551891818635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5417207551891818635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/5417207551891818635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-i-am-grateful.html' title='Monday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxS4bhp7ZvI/AAAAAAAAB7o/O-TFbLIUYo8/s72-c/IMG_8034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-672208458475764988</id><published>2009-11-29T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:45:49.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxK__g178JI/AAAAAAAAB7g/QkagbAnN-9E/s1600/nano_09_winner_120x240.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxK__g178JI/AAAAAAAAB7g/QkagbAnN-9E/s320/nano_09_winner_120x240.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409597200294211730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for completing the &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node"&gt;NaNoWriMo &lt;/a&gt;challenge! I wanted to do this writing project for a long time coming and it is finally completed, thanks to being unemployed (having that much time on my hands to do the things I enjoy) and this challenge. During this month of writing, I can honestly say it was like a roller coaster ride. There were happy moments that I forgot about, sad moments I have tried so hard to forget, and moments were I thought that I sucked and I should give up. When I wrapped things up last night, I felt like the circle to my story was complete. And, oddly enough, I felt proud of myself (which I rarely feel). I realize that what I wrote is not the next best piece of writing. It's simply a story that I wanted to tell for a long time and I didn't believe in myself enough to commit to telling it. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you goes out to &lt;a href="http://theriseandfallofpennylane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Penny Lane&lt;/a&gt; who told me about the project in the first place! Congrats on finishing NaNoWriMo last night as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-672208458475764988?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/672208458475764988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=672208458475764988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/672208458475764988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/672208458475764988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-i-am-grateful_29.html' title='Sunday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxK__g178JI/AAAAAAAAB7g/QkagbAnN-9E/s72-c/nano_09_winner_120x240.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-9203186552561219342</id><published>2009-11-28T20:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:04:21.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIc_hbLaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/nVd10XBzpH8/s1600/IMG_7766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIc_hbLaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/nVd10XBzpH8/s320/IMG_7766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409325027862195618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... for my baby dingo dog who is feeling a little under the weather this weekend.&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/4157617320745003514-9203186552561219342?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9203186552561219342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=9203186552561219342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/9203186552561219342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/9203186552561219342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-i-am-grateful_28.html' title='Saturday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIc_hbLaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/nVd10XBzpH8/s72-c/IMG_7766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157617320745003514.post-2145863860855029321</id><published>2009-11-28T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:02:42.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIENmS14I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EO1lXt4mzSM/s1600/IMG_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIENmS14I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EO1lXt4mzSM/s320/IMG_7325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409324602143987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for homemade cookies. They're always so much better than store bought treats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157617320745003514-2145863860855029321?l=gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2145863860855029321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157617320745003514&amp;postID=2145863860855029321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2145863860855029321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157617320745003514/posts/default/2145863860855029321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gratitudephotoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-i-am-grateful_28.html' title='Friday, I am grateful...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14604328293112674148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BWWe-93i3-k/SxHIENmS14I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EO1lXt4mzSM/s72-c/IMG_7325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
