<?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-14367124</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:40:25.978-07:00</updated><category term='Sean Stepan'/><category term='Tim Hortons'/><category term='Randy Todd'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Afghanistan'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='Ben Kweller'/><category term='Gomez'/><category term='Downtown Eastside'/><title type='text'>typedreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-2106572515427590741</id><published>2009-04-28T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:59:44.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chirp"</title><summary type='text'>I've done it.I caved and signed up for Twitter.Lord, help me; block the refresh key from my computer screen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2106572515427590741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=2106572515427590741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/2106572515427590741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/2106572515427590741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/chirp.html' title='&quot;Chirp&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-8396262189241304163</id><published>2009-04-26T09:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:09:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-Heeled</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas the Big Hit commissioned his good friends to do up a pair of shoes for me. I love them but I'm afraid to wear them out. I think they may just become a mantle-piece item. They've even got my nickname on the back heel. &lt;3Big love to the girls of Cocopunkz for their lovely creation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8396262189241304163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=8396262189241304163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/8396262189241304163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/8396262189241304163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-heeled.html' title='Well-Heeled'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3476206553_9cd9290dca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-5974119227311432111</id><published>2009-04-23T12:35:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:53:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><summary type='text'>'Excuse me, have you ever heard of 'Twilight'? asks a chirpy voice belonging to a girl no older than 15. She stands in front of me and the Big Hit with her silent partner, another girl of the same age beside her.  'Anyone who's not braindead has heard of Twilight', I thought to myself but instead answered "Of course!" echoing her excitement."OH MY GOD! That's sooooo awesome cause we have been all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5974119227311432111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=5974119227311432111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/5974119227311432111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/5974119227311432111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-4237891037760849695</id><published>2009-04-20T12:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:24:15.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twit.</title><summary type='text'>So lately I have been coerced, persuaded and forced into peeking inside what is lovingly-dubbed 'Twittersphere' by my own twitterpated friends.  They insist it's a practical tool for networking and doubly insist I sign up. But why? I have yet to figure that part out and they have yet to convince me.It seems everyone and their Grandma are now updating their Twitter status every 9.5 mins.  And I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4237891037760849695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=4237891037760849695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/4237891037760849695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/4237891037760849695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/twit.html' title='Twit.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-423713243799600395</id><published>2008-08-12T18:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:39:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer?</title><summary type='text'>Well, maybe not quite.It's well into August now and raining outside. No kidding.I stayed up late into the wee hours last night, hoping to catch a glimpse of this meteor shower everyone seems to be talking about. I caught about 5 falling stars, which considering I live in the city and can barely make out the Big Dipper anymore, is nothing to complain about. Oh, but it's not the same. As I sat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/423713243799600395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=423713243799600395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/423713243799600395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/423713243799600395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer?'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-382688715479351539</id><published>2008-07-22T15:17:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:44:27.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Todd'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons From Randy</title><summary type='text'>Many of us would find it difficult, if not impossible to conjure up an image of Randy Todd not smiling; it's almost as if the two cannot be apart from one another. If one were to ask those of us fortunate to have known Randy, to name one feature that really defined who he was, the answer would be his smile. Not only was it his most identifiable characteristic, it also told of his personality. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/382688715479351539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=382688715479351539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/382688715479351539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/382688715479351539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-lessons-from-randy.html' title='Life Lessons From Randy'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-2953685248932311507</id><published>2007-03-09T12:24:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:45:07.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Hortons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>RrrimRrrrollerrrr to the Rrrescue!</title><summary type='text'>Big news here in the Land of the Strong and Free : Now you don't need to lose your teeth to find out if you've won a bagel or a Toyota Hybrid! A man from Ottawa—with the true Canadian spirit of giving—has created a tool to help coffee addicted Canadians have an easier go at rolling up the rims of their paper coffee cups.I was at a Timmy's establishment the other day while on a lunchbreak with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2953685248932311507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=2953685248932311507' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/2953685248932311507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/2953685248932311507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/03/rrrimrrrrollerrrr-to-rrrescue.html' title='RrrimRrrrollerrrr to the Rrrescue!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-1400637528156577123</id><published>2007-02-21T12:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:49:48.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Kweller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gomez'/><title type='text'>The Way They Operate</title><summary type='text'> gomezFriday saw Courtenay and I once again, at the old but beautifully revamped Commodore Ballroom to see one of our most favourite bands, Gomez.This would have been the fourth time we have seen these English boys perform since we first discovered their music eight years ago in our Welsh friend's small Peugeot car, during a visit to Swansea, Wales  Now, it's a rare thing for the Welsh to speak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1400637528156577123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=1400637528156577123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1400637528156577123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1400637528156577123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-they-operate.html' title='The Way They Operate'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-1795820808183272706</id><published>2007-02-17T13:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:51:10.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Stepan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afghanistan'/><title type='text'>God Speed My Friend (and don't drop the soap)</title><summary type='text'>Somebody has to go to Afghanistan and give the Taliban a 'dick-in-a-box' and who better than my friend Stepan?And here is Sean with his Big Gun *ahem*, ready and waiting. Waiting for the Taliban you pervs.geez. Those of us (whether or not we say we support the mission) still here in the comforts of our home, pray that Sean makes it home safely. He's got the spirits, the will and the determination</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1795820808183272706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=1795820808183272706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1795820808183272706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1795820808183272706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-speed-my-friend-and-dont-drop-soap.html' title='God Speed My Friend (and don&apos;t drop the soap)'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-6860152825072385012</id><published>2007-02-07T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:52:50.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, yer it!</title><summary type='text'>I was tagged by Joy back in December when I was on my Blogger hiatus (which actually means I was so stumped by the Blogger-Beta crap I just couldn't be bothered to post or comment anymore!) so I'm a little behind on it. So here goes : 6 Weird Things You May or May Not Have Known About Me (or were afraid to know)1. I always manage to fog up the windows of a car, and I don't even have to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6860152825072385012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=6860152825072385012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/6860152825072385012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/6860152825072385012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/tag-yer-it.html' title='Tag, yer it!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/RcoREN4mlAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y_hjoXc4mi8/s72-c/Bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-1233369982914280891</id><published>2007-02-06T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:41:15.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil wears a Candy Shell</title><summary type='text'>These bad boys right here are what cause me to whine about the added 30 lbs I gain starting from February right clear through to May. Forget the Christmas weight everyone's sporting once January rolls around, I usually hold off all Christmas treats so I can go bok-choy on Mini-Eggs! The Easter Bunny is always welcome at my house, Santa on the other hand can take a flying leap off the rooftop of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1233369982914280891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=1233369982914280891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1233369982914280891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/1233369982914280891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/devil-wears-candy-shell.html' title='The Devil wears a Candy Shell'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-4968008342823243921</id><published>2007-02-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:10:08.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two LoveBirds</title><summary type='text'>Now please don't get me wrong, I'm happy that the two young kids seated behind me on the train have decided they are going to be eachothers next suitors to swap lovespit. New love is exciting, I've been there (I hope to go there again... Cupid, I'm waiting ). And I can remember the silly antics of being a teenager as she squeals and turns away from him at his teasing remarks, only to bring her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4968008342823243921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=4968008342823243921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/4968008342823243921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/4968008342823243921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-lovebirds.html' title='The Two LoveBirds'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116620207281044973</id><published>2006-12-15T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:26:58.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Her time</title><summary type='text'>I can remember when 30 was old. I remember thinking our local nightclub had an 'older crowd', and now I am that older crowd. 30 isn't looking so old anymore.My BFF (bestfriendforever) Courtenay and I went to that nightclub last weekend with my younger sister and her BFF - and we left around midnight. We felt overdressed, old and withered. When did it all happen? Where did the last 5 years go? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116620207281044973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116620207281044973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116620207281044973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116620207281044973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-her-time.html' title='Before Her time'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116430145427863116</id><published>2006-11-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:41:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Asshole!", "No thanks, I've already got one."</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh you gotta love public transit. The driver was telling those of us who had no choice but to make one with the front window in order to get on the damn bus, how he was accosted by a passenger yesterday who didn't have the money to pay and didn't care. Mr. Bus Driver said he was willing to let the guy on free but it was this passenger's flippant attitude he carried with him when he just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116430145427863116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116430145427863116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116430145427863116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116430145427863116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/asshole-no-thanks-ive-already-got-one.html' title='&quot;Asshole!&quot;, &quot;No thanks, I&apos;ve already got one.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116414566293656477</id><published>2006-11-21T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:50:24.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little son-of-a-grinches that steal Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Yes I know I have been MIA for a little while, but I didn't go far - but I'm back now to do my duty which is save our hard-earned money from going down the drain.A little FYI, courtesy of one of my fave bloggers Norman who has informed her many readers that there is some thievery going on in the gift cards department.Maybe it's because of lack of creativity, too much laziness or just plain </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.snopes.com/fraud/sales/giftcard.asp' title='The little son-of-a-grinches that steal Christmas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116414566293656477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116414566293656477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116414566293656477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116414566293656477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-son-of-grinches-that-steal.html' title='The little son-of-a-grinches that steal Christmas'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116183744366331934</id><published>2006-10-25T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:29:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To me fair friend, you can never be old...</title><summary type='text'>Nettie, my mother's best friend and strongest encourager in her battle against cancer, died this morning from her own fight; it was something we all expected was coming as her cancer had been in her life for several years, but even death draws faster than we can prepare for. After all the ups and downs of hopes and dreams and promises of new medicines to buy more time, the end has to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116183744366331934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116183744366331934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116183744366331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116183744366331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-me-fair-friend-you-can-never-be-old.html' title='To me fair friend, you can never be old...'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116178618903119001</id><published>2006-10-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:23:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3:24 amNote to self *Buy DECAF coffee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116178618903119001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116178618903119001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116178618903119001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116178618903119001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/324-am-note-to-self-buy-decaf-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116054549988526489</id><published>2006-10-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:14:40.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get too close to me - you'll wish your Mama never had you.</title><summary type='text'>Evidently this evening I'm a wee bit cranky (Schmoe, be thankful you are working tonight. &lt;3) and the end is nowhere in sight.Today at work was bearable thank goodness, because it was just me and the new kid, and bailing was not an option. See my monthly issues are a bit more of a pain to deal with than what seems to be the average woman's ordeal. I keep telling myself that if giving birth ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116054549988526489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116054549988526489' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116054549988526489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116054549988526489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-get-too-close-to-me-youll-wish.html' title='Don&apos;t get too close to me - you&apos;ll wish your Mama never had you.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116051018279739829</id><published>2006-10-10T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:02:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Appleseed - AMEN!</title><summary type='text'>Last night concluded all of the Thanksgiving shenanigans that might take place during the weekend with my family; it was also my cousin Nantina's birthday.My aunt went on a baking frenzy this weekend and believe it or not made a killer pumpkin pie so I really didn't need to waste all my time buying the mass-produced styrofoam junk in the stores - whatever, I'll still eat it. My aunt also made two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116051018279739829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116051018279739829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116051018279739829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116051018279739829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/johnny-appleseed-amen.html' title='Johnny Appleseed - AMEN!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116042225538358001</id><published>2006-10-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:30:56.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Pumpkin Pie</title><summary type='text'>For some odd reason, I have not been able to get my hand on some pumpkin pie for about the last three years. I never used to care much for it, that nutmeg flavour really didn't jive with my tastebuds but as it always happens, the foods you hate as a kid suddenly get tastier with age (that or your tastebuds have all been killed off.). So in an attempt not to miss out this year I went to the store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116042225538358001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116042225538358001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116042225538358001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116042225538358001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-love-of-pumpkin-pie.html' title='For the Love of Pumpkin Pie'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-116023973354738285</id><published>2006-10-07T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:56:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks and Astronomical Wedgies</title><summary type='text'>This weekend is the Canuck Thanksgiving; when I was younger I remember our dinners being loud, busy and full of hooliganry. My family used to congregate down at our trailer in WA state and there we would meet up with our other family members and countless friends; it wasn't unusual to have more than 50 people in attendance, but this often resulted in quadruple the amount of food and several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116023973354738285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=116023973354738285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116023973354738285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/116023973354738285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/giving-thanks-and-astronomical-wedgies.html' title='Giving Thanks and Astronomical Wedgies'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115839141341975231</id><published>2006-09-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:04:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Scar Your Child for Life</title><summary type='text'>I first saw this a couple weeks ago and laughed my head off and quickly forgot about it. Today I was reminded of this sick contraption as I was thinking about how some people I meet in my daily travels (even my own family members, dare I say) seem to be a bit 'quirky' and I start to wonder what happened to them in their childhood that would make them so odd as adults. Well whatever it was, this </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.engadget.com/2006/08/30/the-babykeeper-toilet-training-with-visual-aids/' title='How to Scar Your Child for Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115839141341975231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115839141341975231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115839141341975231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115839141341975231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-scar-your-child-for-life.html' title='How to Scar Your Child for Life'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115839055948558441</id><published>2006-09-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:12:36.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Wants Donkeys</title><summary type='text'>Yep, Jimmy wants Donkeys. Jimmy wants donkeys at his wedding. Jimmy's fiancee is actually considering having donkeys at her wedding. Apparently donkeys cost big $$$, so won't you support Jimmy in his quest for some ass?www.jimmysdonkeyfund.com'Cause hey, who doesn't like the idea of donkeys wearing sombreros and carrying saddlebags full of cervezas at a wedding reception? Who needs waitstaff when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115839055948558441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115839055948558441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115839055948558441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115839055948558441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/jimmy-wants-donkeys.html' title='Jimmy Wants Donkeys'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115691032132255921</id><published>2006-08-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:01:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Eden</title><summary type='text'>Operation EdenClayton is still going at it - using his gift to help his Mom and little brother and thousands like them recover from the wrath Katrina left behind a year ago.I'm glad Bush is there. I'm glad he is walking past the homes still left barely standing, walking past the people crying softly while sitting on the front steps of what used to be their homes. I hope his breath is caught as he</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.operationeden.blogspot.com/' title='Operation Eden'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115691032132255921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115691032132255921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115691032132255921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115691032132255921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/operation-eden.html' title='Operation Eden'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115682741187002474</id><published>2006-08-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:15:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain of Youth contained in an Ass's teet - who knew?</title><summary type='text'>World's oldest woman, Maria Esther de Capovilla, dead at 116Born on Sept. 14, 1889 - the same year as Charlie Chaplin and Adolf Hitler - Capovilla traced her lineage to Spanish nobility, but enjoyed drinking donkey milk in her youth.Interesting. ( can someone please fill me in on the relevance of the above sentence? Spanish nobility, donkey milk - I says pardon?)Yes, Mrs. de Capovilla was the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/28082006/2/world-world-s-oldest-woman-maria-esther-de-capovilla-dead.html' title='Fountain of Youth contained in an Ass&apos;s teet - who knew?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115682741187002474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115682741187002474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115682741187002474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115682741187002474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/fountain-of-youth-contained-in-asss.html' title='Fountain of Youth contained in an Ass&apos;s teet - who knew?'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115682347430930450</id><published>2006-08-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:51:45.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT's a kick to the ball sack!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115682347430930450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115682347430930450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115682347430930450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115682347430930450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-thats-kick-to-ball-sack.html' title='Now THAT&apos;s a kick to the ball sack!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115673662411662048</id><published>2006-08-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:43:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portobello West!</title><summary type='text'>Oh I can foresee saying farewell to my hard-earned cash on the last Sunday of every month when this UBERcool market takes place at the Plaza of Nations!The exhibitors list alone gives me goosebumps! One doesn't have to go trekking all over Vancouver to find all the unique styles and designs of local homegrown artisans and designers, instead they will congregate one day out of the month to show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115673662411662048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115673662411662048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115673662411662048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115673662411662048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/portobello-west.html' title='Portobello West!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115651721943966850</id><published>2006-08-25T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:41:02.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night that my sisters and I woke our Mom up from her death. I don't remember exactly HOW we did that, because she was cremated and well that would take an awful long time putting her back together again. What I do remember, however, is that she wasn't quite finished healing, as if when you get to heaven there is a process that takes a duration of time in order for your new body</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115651721943966850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115651721943966850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115651721943966850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115651721943966850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/superheroine-says-heroines-not-super.html' title='Strange Dreams'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115595289975423592</id><published>2006-08-18T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:10:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the odds of winning the lottery are not enough</title><summary type='text'>So in my ongoing quest to gain more money to pay off my debts and live a half decent life I have decided to join a lottery pool with the three other co-workers; for $2 every friday I give myself four chances at winning millions, unfortunately we are up against the rest of the country. Thankfully the population of Canada is not nearly the size of the US, but that means our jackpot is not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115595289975423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115595289975423592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115595289975423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115595289975423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-odds-of-winning-lottery-are-not.html' title='When the odds of winning the lottery are not enough'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115586785439774821</id><published>2006-08-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:29:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Hate Relationship with YouTube</title><summary type='text'>I have been debating whether or not to get a bikini wax or even the full-on brazilian, however after viewing this video clip I now know I probably will never get that wax nor can I trust YouTube ever again. Damn You, YouTube. Damn You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115586785439774821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115586785439774821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115586785439774821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115586785439774821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-love-hate-relationship-with-youtube.html' title='My Love Hate Relationship with YouTube'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115578364537141553</id><published>2006-08-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:00:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't touch my Keith's or I will have to kill you.</title><summary type='text'>I knew this was going to happen. My roommate stole one of my beers. Roomie, who is eligible for the senior's discount, frequents the local beer and wine store far more than I do.  Her beer of choice is Rickard's Red, and while I like that one I much prefer my Keith's. See? I even put a possessive in front it : MY Keith's. I love this beer, and I hate beer-moochers.I hate to be the bad guy who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115578364537141553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115578364537141553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115578364537141553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115578364537141553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-touch-my-keiths-or-i-will-have-to.html' title='Don&apos;t touch my Keith&apos;s or I will have to kill you.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115570356927899066</id><published>2006-08-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:09:44.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a FREE Country!" - or is it?</title><summary type='text'>I witnessed the most bizarre argument this evening, which is saying a lot considering I hail from a town of yahoos and public fights are a normal occurence.They were already sitting there waiting for the bus when I came, just two teenagers 'in love'. She was sitting on his lap, they both weren't speaking and I thought nothing of it; enter stage left, an elderly lady who lives near me in another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115570356927899066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115570356927899066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115570356927899066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115570356927899066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-free-country-or-is-it.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a FREE Country!&quot; - or is it?'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115535246881231316</id><published>2006-08-11T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:57:58.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you please stop that? Ma'am? Thank you.</title><summary type='text'> "ohhh. otay."http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCL_AATSv4My trip home today on the loser cruiser reminded me of a MadTV skit where Miss Swan is on an airplane and proceeds to annoy the sanity out of those seated near her in economy class. We watched it the other day at work, one of those days where instead of working hard we were hardly working. My hearing aids were turned off as they normally are</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sCL_AATSv4' title='Would you please stop that? Ma&apos;am? Thank you.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115535246881231316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115535246881231316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115535246881231316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115535246881231316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-please-stop-that-maam-thank.html' title='Would you please stop that? Ma&apos;am? Thank you.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115509368114851891</id><published>2006-08-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:21:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission</title><summary type='text'> Whose permission would you need to get married to the person you love?                </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115509368114851891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115509368114851891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115509368114851891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115509368114851891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/permission.html' title='Permission'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115506568189933904</id><published>2006-08-08T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:37:30.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday yet?</title><summary type='text'>Well here I am back at work after a long weekend; it was BC Day, not Canada Day as I am sure many Americans may have thought - but then again I bet they didn't even blink when it was Canada Day, three days before July 4th, but thanks anyway.I don't have a lunch because rent broke me and it's starting to rain. The sun was shining when I left home this morning so naturally I didn't bring a jacket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115506568189933904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115506568189933904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115506568189933904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115506568189933904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday yet?'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115479641975890728</id><published>2006-08-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:48:00.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF- Freaky Friday - The Naked Nerd#links</title><summary type='text'>TGIF- Freaky Friday - The Naked Nerd#linksIf you're not asleep by 9:40am Saturday morning, then it's still Friday for you and this post is still valid.Stumbled on this guy through some other yahoo - who was it? Can't remember, probably a Canuck though.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://thenakednerd.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif-freaky-friday.html#links' title='TGIF- Freaky Friday - The Naked Nerd#links'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115479641975890728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115479641975890728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115479641975890728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115479641975890728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif-freaky-friday-naked-nerdlinks.html' title='TGIF- Freaky Friday - The Naked Nerd#links'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115475630585099226</id><published>2006-08-04T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:38:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Electric : For Sarah</title><summary type='text'>Hey Sarah, This is for you.I believe you know what to do with it.Don't worry about target practice, it's amazing the accuracy of our aim when the object is so irritating and thoughtless. Have fun, and don't get too carried away - let him suffer a little. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115475630585099226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115475630585099226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115475630585099226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115475630585099226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-electric-for-sarah.html' title='Love is Electric : For Sarah'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115464232146894186</id><published>2006-08-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:58:25.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Kotex</title><summary type='text'>This was written by another ticked-off woman and though I don't buy Kotex products myself, I have had to use them and well, the sentiment is still true!An email to Feminine Products ProvidersDear Kotex,I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my panty linerhad a bunch of "Kotex Tips for Life" on it.Annoying advice such as:-Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.-Avoiding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115464232146894186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115464232146894186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115464232146894186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115464232146894186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter-to-kotex.html' title='Letter to Kotex'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115440507277711441</id><published>2006-07-31T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:05:09.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are AnimalA complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.But you sure can beat a good drum."Kill! Kill!"The Muppet Personality Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115440507277711441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115440507277711441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440507277711441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440507277711441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-animal-complete-lunatic-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115440278052379298</id><published>2006-07-31T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:26:20.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and one more thing...</title><summary type='text'>Just because I'm filled with spite at this moment and I find this particular quote funny, I thought I'd share :"In passing, also, I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance he laid the blame on a woman." —Nancy Astorheh. *shakes head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115440278052379298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115440278052379298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440278052379298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440278052379298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh and one more thing...'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115440163241155021</id><published>2006-07-31T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:09:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.M frickin' S.</title><summary type='text'>That wonderful time of month again, I am pms'ing. Everyone look the hell out.Daggers fly out of my fiery eyes, and smoke blows out my nostrils - I'm in that mood where I would knock an old woman out of my path, and not look back. (ok I would look back and help her up while apologizing profusely and then I'd  walk her home to make sure she was okay and then probably offer to mow her lawn for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115440163241155021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115440163241155021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440163241155021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115440163241155021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/pm-frickin-s.html' title='P.M frickin&apos; S.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115409742299459205</id><published>2006-07-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:09:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam and Kid to Do It Four Times</title><summary type='text'>That's right, my eyes have seen it all. Pam and Mr. Rock are going to get it on four times after they tie the knot? Did I read that right? Is that it?Getcher dirty mind out of the gutter, they ain't talkin' about a big ol' roll in the sack! ( ok well I only found that out the hard way cause the title certainly caught my attention, and well my mind has a little place in the gutter once in a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115409742299459205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115409742299459205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115409742299459205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115409742299459205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/pam-and-kid-to-do-it-four-times.html' title='Pam and Kid to Do It Four Times'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115396981764153908</id><published>2006-07-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:35:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Socks, More Sandals Seen on West Coast</title><summary type='text'>Well I am happy to report that the past few weeks of summer here on the West Coast have seen fewer socks and more sandals! Yeah I know most of you would roll your eyes and mutter under your breath "Whooptee-freakin-doo-da. The sun is shining,It's what you DO."Dear readers, how misguided and uniformed you must be of culture here in Beautiful BC, Canada where it is common practice for one to wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115396981764153908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115396981764153908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115396981764153908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115396981764153908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/less-socks-more-sandals-seen-on-west.html' title='Less Socks, More Sandals Seen on West Coast'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115380228174396052</id><published>2006-07-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:28:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Her Life</title><summary type='text'>Unable to catch a break from anyone she meets, with their judgemental stares, ridiculing words and noses turned up, she trods on; she is late by an hour, her bus never showed up, and now her lawyer is gone and I wonder if he ever bothered to meet his end of the appointment.I met her at my bus stop tonight after work; I was weighed down with grocery bags waiting for my bumpy ride home and there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115380228174396052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115380228174396052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115380228174396052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115380228174396052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-of-her-life.html' title='Story of Her Life'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115353255675278317</id><published>2006-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:43:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Dangerously</title><summary type='text'>I like living on the edge a little, going against the grain, stepping out from the crowd and doing my own thing; tonight I drink my pina coladas without rum.No, it's definitely not dangerous, in fact the only thing lethal about it is the heartburn I know is waiting for me. It's bloody hot outside, in the 30's somewhere ( celsius for us Canucks, but down South it's 91 deg fahrenheit..... 91, is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115353255675278317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115353255675278317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115353255675278317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115353255675278317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/living-dangerously.html' title='Living Dangerously'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344842513947500</id><published>2006-07-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:20:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb.11th, 2006</title><summary type='text'>It Never Rains When You Want It To. - Norah JonesWhat does one do when they want everything all at once and any bit of patience they have left has skipped town?I need more patience.I have plenty of time - but this is one case where time is the enemy.I complain about life slipping past me sneakily, me completely unaware it is even going by and then next thing I know, tomorrow has come; well in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344842513947500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344842513947500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344842513947500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344842513947500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/feb11th-2006.html' title='Feb.11th, 2006'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344815357732659</id><published>2006-07-20T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:15:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb. 5th, 2006</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever experienced a time where out of nowhere the smell of someone you love dearly is all around you? You can be sitting there quiet, deep in thought or on a busy street going about your day and you are overwhelmed by the familiar scent of one you know so well and haven't seen for some time.I wonder sometimes if this is just a figment of our imaginations... or if maybe God works in such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344815357732659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344815357732659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344815357732659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344815357732659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/feb-5th-2006.html' title='Feb. 5th, 2006'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344799129482580</id><published>2006-07-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:13:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 26th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>The Dreaded Christmas Advent CalendarMy family, namely us kids, partake in the christmas tradition of the chocolate Advent Calendar. Last night when I got home, I found one in my room lying on my bed, brand new in it's plastic wrap. Right away my first instinct was to throw that thing as far away as possible!! I curse that dreaded Advent calendar! I know, most people would think this bizarre - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344799129482580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344799129482580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344799129482580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344799129482580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/nov-26th-2004.html' title='Nov. 26th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344778233404543</id><published>2006-07-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:10:13.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec. 13th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>C-H-E-M-O spells ReliefSo my mom had her first round of chemo just this past Thursday.Luckily, my friend who happens to be the nurse who administered the drugs to my mom, told me that the drugs available now for my mom's cancer have less intense side effects than they used to. So my mom didn't experience any more vomiting then usual and she has felt relief already as the treatment has shrunk the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344778233404543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344778233404543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344778233404543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344778233404543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/dec-13th-2004.html' title='Dec. 13th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344756739591262</id><published>2006-07-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:06:07.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June. 1st, 2005</title><summary type='text'>When a Butterfly emerges...Heh.... ok so you know you have committment issues when you neglect your daily journal, in fact, forget it even exists - not even including all the important details that literally rock your world. My mom has since passed away since my last entry. She died March 10th,2005 at 1pm.Sometimes I have to say it out loud to myself or write it down to believe it's actually true</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344756739591262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344756739591262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344756739591262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344756739591262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-1st-2005.html' title='June. 1st, 2005'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344628899766727</id><published>2006-07-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:52:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 18th, 2005</title><summary type='text'>Mom, is Heaven a stranger place than the world you left behind?It's been just over 6 months now since she died.I don't think I have ever seen 6 months sail past me as quickly as it has - I realize they say that time flies when you get older, and I agree, but like this? As always, I am thinking of my Mom; reminiscing about life as a child following my Mom everywhere she went, mimicing her every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344628899766727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344628899766727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344628899766727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344628899766727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/sept-18th-2005.html' title='Sept. 18th, 2005'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344595671188706</id><published>2006-07-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:39:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept, 2005</title><summary type='text'>In that place between Young and Old.So I arrived here today at my 1/4 of a century age - and I get asked the typical question that never fails to leave someone's lips : " Do you FEEL any older?"No, I do not, but I know that I am and therefore, am absolutely sick with misery.I have been dreading this birthday for some time now... I don't mean from the day I turned 24, but rather since I returned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344595671188706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344595671188706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344595671188706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344595671188706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/sept-2005.html' title='Sept, 2005'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344570773556306</id><published>2006-07-20T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:35:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 30th, 2005</title><summary type='text'>My Mother's HandwritingThis morning I was going through some old bills I had found bundled up by a blue rubber band - mail still being delivered to my parents house though I had lived in a new place by then. I have since moved again but had yet to open these bills, not a good practice; though I had already paid them I should still LOOK at the bills in careful detail (though it was later instead </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344570773556306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344570773556306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344570773556306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344570773556306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oct-30th-2005.html' title='Oct. 30th, 2005'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344420153129380</id><published>2006-07-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:21:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 20th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>Le autobus I love mornings like this one today. The air is biting and the wind is blowing and the hum of leaf-blowers seem to haunt us. The air was so startling, smacked me right in the face when I opened the door as I left for work. I could see my breath as it cut through the cold, it seemed to hold its shape, frozen momentarily and then floated away. The birds were floating on the breeze, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344420153129380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344420153129380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344420153129380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344420153129380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oct-20th-2004.html' title='Oct. 20th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344411035403915</id><published>2006-07-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:16:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 30th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>Norm, you can't take your grudges to Heaven, but here's some Glenfiddich for the road Norm finally gave in and left this lonely world of ours. I last saw my good friend about two weeks ago, like I do every saturday. He was in his room, trying to get some sleep. He told me that it was the first time in his life that he ever had to use an inhaler, that his breathing had become too hard for him on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344411035403915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344411035403915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344411035403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344411035403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oct-30th-2004.html' title='Oct. 30th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344407205412680</id><published>2006-07-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:14:01.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov.1st, 2004</title><summary type='text'>You know your day is off to a bad start when....You don't wake up to your alarm clock until a half an hour later and the first thing you do when you finally roll out of bed is stub your toe! Ow.I finally get all my gear together and I leave the house and I realize I need my umbrella - I left it at work on Friday, great, it's pouring too.AND THEN... if it's not bad enough that I am soaked but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344407205412680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344407205412680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344407205412680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344407205412680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/nov1st-2004.html' title='Nov.1st, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344401467294237</id><published>2006-07-20T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:11:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 2nd, 2004</title><summary type='text'>The train left the station LONG time ago!Ok so my signing is a bit rusty. I used to sign for a young deaf kid that came to our youth services every couple of weeks or so...and then I would accompany him and his friends to their high school dance where I would ask the girl they were interested in " Will you dance with me?" She would look at me, horrified - " Are you serious?? I don't dance with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344401467294237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344401467294237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344401467294237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344401467294237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/nov-2nd-2004.html' title='Nov. 2nd, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344394892484650</id><published>2006-07-20T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:12:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 6th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>Cancer is spelled : U-G-L-YI hate that word.It actually LOOKS ugly when I see it. I never realized that before that I favour the appearance of certain words and despise others. Like the word 'HOPE'. It's so beautiful. Everything it stands for, everything it represents is good. It even has an element of beauty to it when I read it. Now how can someone tell me to have HOPE when it comes to cancer? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344394892484650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344394892484650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344394892484650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344394892484650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/nov-6th-2004.html' title='Nov. 6th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344376417273236</id><published>2006-07-20T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:45:28.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 9th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>I burned the coffee this morning. How do I manage to do stuff like that? I woke up, my throat begging me, practically choking me to get out of bed and go put on a pot of coffee. So I obeyed. Frustrated because making coffee meant that I had to take out the trash that someone else failed to do the night before- and it's raining outside. Spill the old wet grinds on the floor, and we all know how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344376417273236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344376417273236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344376417273236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344376417273236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oct-9th-2004.html' title='Oct. 9th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344366982729142</id><published>2006-07-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:01:09.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct. 10th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>So much the naked eye thinks it can see....So I am sitting here at my computer desk eating ice cream, listening to Ben Harper and looking at the view outside my window that overlooks a river, expansive mountains and the city that never stops. It's Thanksgiving weekend - and I have SO much to be thankful for. I could be one of those poor folks I see huddled in the doorways of shops on our dowtown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344366982729142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344366982729142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344366982729142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344366982729142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oct-10th-2004.html' title='Oct. 10th, 2004'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115344352099731068</id><published>2006-07-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:58:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame? Maybe...</title><summary type='text'>I am going to be transferring over some old posts from another blog I had written. No, they are not masterpieces by any lengths but they are worth something to me and I would like to have them all in one place - and I know I have silent readers who are going to be scratching their heads " Am I having deja vu of someone else's thoughts?"Thinking you've been there and read that already? Well you're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115344352099731068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115344352099731068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344352099731068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115344352099731068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/lame-maybe.html' title='Lame? Maybe...'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115154621974319051</id><published>2006-06-28T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:57:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another RANT!</title><summary type='text'>Ok this time it's not about cell phones, though it's neverending!This time, however it is about mothers who while they know the kid belongs to them, seem to have forgotten about the MINDING bit.I use transit to scoot around the city on a daily basis and as a result am subjected to a gong-show on every trip. It never fails, transit is full of clowns the circus left behind.Someone please explain to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115154621974319051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115154621974319051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115154621974319051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115154621974319051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-rant.html' title='Another RANT!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115146388999697714</id><published>2006-06-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:04:50.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can you hear me now? How about now? Can you hear me NOW?</title><summary type='text'>Hang up the phone.That's right. Hang it up.Stop hollering, tell your phone-buddy you will have to call them at a better time, press the 'OFF' button and put the damn phone AWAY!!Oh I'm sorry, did I just upset you?Well you threw me off the edge the moment I heard your effing phone blaring " My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. ".What is wrong with people who cannot seem to function </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115146388999697714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115146388999697714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115146388999697714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115146388999697714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-hear-me-now-how-about-now-can.html' title='&quot;Can you hear me now? How about now? Can you hear me NOW?'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-115118761782080313</id><published>2006-06-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:08:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women : For Sale</title><summary type='text'>I have heard it said that many women in the sex industry are there because they want to be; they do not work for anyone but themselves, they do not give a cut of their earnings to a madam or a pimp and they truly enjoy sex, so what better career choice is there?Well I don't know that I am convinced. I say this because I have never met one woman who has worked in the sex trade who was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115118761782080313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=115118761782080313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115118761782080313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/115118761782080313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/women-for-sale.html' title='Women : For Sale'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114999139158621760</id><published>2006-06-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:03:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pshaw. Consider it done.When you love chocolate as much as I do the chopsticks would just get in the way. Besides, a straw makes things so much faster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114999139158621760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114999139158621760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114999139158621760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114999139158621760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/pshaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114888027441700650</id><published>2006-05-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:24:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Keep the World at Bay for Me.</title><summary type='text'>Growing up you cuddled and coddled me; always on the lookout you stopped me before I could bolt out onto the busy street, covered my ears before hurtful words could reach me and checked under my beds for monsters who bit the toes of little girls. You were overprotective, selective of my friends my clothes and my teachers. Always in front of me, behind me, and beside me with my small hand held in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114888027441700650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114888027441700650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114888027441700650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114888027441700650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/way-you-keep-world-at-bay-for-me.html' title='The Way You Keep the World at Bay for Me.'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114720241778255149</id><published>2006-05-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:20:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women for Women</title><summary type='text'>Woman on a Cross - anonymousO God,through the image of a womancrucified on the crossI understand at last.For over half of my lifeI have been ashamedof the scars I bear.These scars tell an ugly story,a common story,about a girl who is the victimwhen a man acts out his fantasies.In the warmth, peace and sunlight of your presenceI was able to uncurl the tightly clenched fists.For the first timeI </summary><link rel='related' href='http://womenforwomen.org' title='Women for Women'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114720241778255149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114720241778255149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114720241778255149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114720241778255149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/women-for-women.html' title='Women for Women'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114641639478001446</id><published>2006-04-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:59:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I says, "Pardon?"</title><summary type='text'>I am hard of hearing.   When you read that, what are your first thoughts?  * poor girl  * Oh, I never knew that...  * Does she wear hearing aids?  * Does she know sign language?  * Oh she must wish and pray for her hearing to be restored....  It is impossible for me to know what many people think - it certainly varies and I meet a great deal of people who pity me but also don't bat an eye and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114641639478001446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114641639478001446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114641639478001446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114641639478001446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-says-pardon.html' title='I says, &quot;Pardon?&quot;'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114210471662124692</id><published>2006-03-11T10:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:44:06.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown Eastside'/><title type='text'>Entertaining Amos</title><summary type='text'>It took him and his family 2 years and 5 months to make their trek by foot from Northeast Canada to British Columbia, and he is still walking today. We found him stumbling along Hastings street, his eyes focused neither ahead or below him, but when they met ours, he smiled. The three of us, after serving coffee in a place for people to come in off the streets, decided to switch shifts and take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114210471662124692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114210471662124692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114210471662124692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114210471662124692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/03/his-name-is-amos.html' title='Entertaining Amos'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-114040322576771563</id><published>2006-02-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:40:25.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Girl from the West Makes Decent Curry Dinner!</title><summary type='text'>Ok well nevermind that the biryani mixtured was pre-made and that the mint raita yogourt I used to dip my naan bread came in a jar - and well, the naan bread came in a package of four BUT!!! - the POINT is,  is that instead of trekking to an indian cuisine up the street I decided to do the unthinkable, and make it myself! Dun dun dunnnnnnn....And the verdict?? Not too shabby!You see I am a sucker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114040322576771563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=114040322576771563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114040322576771563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/114040322576771563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/white-girl-from-west-makes-decent.html' title='White Girl from the West Makes Decent Curry Dinner!'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-113096381976732627</id><published>2005-11-02T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:46:47.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wears Rose, Lilac and Barbie Doll</title><summary type='text'>She wears rose, lilac and Barbie DollFluffy, sparkly, and bundled up in down,her skin is fair, her nose pink.Big blue eyes peer at you from chestnut bangs too long to leave loose, too short to be tied back. Restless purple galoshes kick the door of the jerking train; He hands her his keys. Her tiny fingers pick through leather, plastic baubles and cold metal pieces  - jagged edges with a strange </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113096381976732627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=113096381976732627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/113096381976732627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/113096381976732627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-wears-rose-lilac-and-barbie-doll.html' title='She Wears Rose, Lilac and Barbie Doll'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112914505114993264</id><published>2005-10-12T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:24:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And still they dance....</title><summary type='text'> http://www.guluwalk.comhttp://invisiblechildren.comIf you have it in your heart to support 40,000 Acholi children who walk as far as 12 km each day to a place called Gulu for a safe place to sleep away from the preying eyes of the Lord's Resistance Army, then please check out if there is a Gulu Walk taking place in a city near you.Get informed, and when you are, spread the word. Over a million </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112914505114993264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112914505114993264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112914505114993264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112914505114993264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-still-they-dance.html' title='And still they dance....'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112906038819202547</id><published>2005-10-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:53:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They didn't think he could pull it off...</title><summary type='text'>Well Turkey Day is over for us Canucks.This was my family's first Thanksgiving without my mom who passed away March this year.My dad actually bet another postie at work that he wouldn't be able to pull off Thanksgiving since it was my mom who usually did everything starting the night before from peeling potatoes and brussel sprouts to stuffing the bird.She also made this wicked broccoli and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112906038819202547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112906038819202547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112906038819202547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112906038819202547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/they-didnt-think-he-could-pull-it-off.html' title='They didn&apos;t think he could pull it off...'/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112880397758678723</id><published>2005-10-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:39:37.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Operation Eden</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112880397758678723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112880397758678723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112880397758678723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112880397758678723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/operation-eden.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112880420739233396</id><published>2005-10-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:43:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had a morning where one small event can drastically change the course of the  day?I found Clayton's blog this morning. Operation Eden.We are all aware of Katrina and her wrath, no matter where in this world we are.Bittersweet comes to my mind. This ties along with my other post this morning how beauty can still be found in the muck.  Some cannot see it, others try hard to find it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112880420739233396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112880420739233396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112880420739233396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112880420739233396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-you-ever-had-morning-where-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112879942270654059</id><published>2005-10-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:24:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, your glass is empty                                                       It's a hell of a long way home.                                                      Why don't you let me take you,                                                             No good to go alone.                                                              ~ Sarah Mclachlan                  Another 2000 people lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112879942270654059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112879942270654059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112879942270654059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112879942270654059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-your-glass-is-empty-its-hell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112874538990531638</id><published>2005-10-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:23:09.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am running out of coffee and I only  have $10 to last me til next pay day, a bit more than a week to go.  What does one do?Easy you think, just go and buy yourself some to make at home in the morning. Yes well for anyone normal with domestic capabilities ( note* that's not me) this would be the thing to do, the no brainer solution; however I am the type that will somehow find a way to burn it (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112874538990531638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112874538990531638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112874538990531638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112874538990531638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-running-out-of-coffee-and-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367124.post-112102237566990216</id><published>2005-07-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:57:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hosers.So let me start this one off and see if this blog business actually works or if I am capable of operating something like this! And why not go ahead and post a pic of two of Canada's Finest men, Bob and Doug Mackenzie!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112102237566990216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14367124&amp;postID=112102237566990216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112102237566990216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367124/posts/default/112102237566990216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typedreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/hosers.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992332654097526835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_btOpSRiZ7W4/SIw_0HGi_eI/AAAAAAAAACM/O6lDOTzLaSc/S220/Picture+10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
