<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 06:28:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>trytopayattention</title><description>&amp;quot;When we take even the smallest adventure into self-love, further love follows&amp;quot; - Julia Cameron</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-435030222944603543</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T22:28:44.124-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Today was hard. I sat with the same face that was all messy 15 years ago. I love that girl Sara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-435030222944603543?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-3294567850962922831</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T20:15:59.197-08:00</atom:updated><title>happy times</title><description>i just made myself some scrumptious hot chocolate, i put the following in a pot: some milk, a bit of sugar, a splash of vanilla from mexico and, half of a baking square of semi-sweet chocolate. then i slowly warmed it....til the chocolate was melted, good things take time. it's yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-3294567850962922831?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-2184279127292781666</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T22:34:28.697-08:00</atom:updated><title>life is worth the risk</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-2184279127292781666?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-worth-risk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-8509860698505474422</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T21:29:53.694-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>so this week i was forced to evaluate and comtemplate relationships. an unfortuate situation was the induction for this topic. i'm now on the other side of the dark cloud and can look back at its soft, round grayness and smile. i'm ok, actully more than ok. i allowed myself to spend 3 days on me. the books, the tea, the exercise, the decorating, the sun, the chocolate. the thoughts in my head.  all were good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of anything is bad, balance is good. i strive for it, crave it, embrace it, long for it and occaionsionally run away from it. as i thought about relationships i realized that balance is needed. you both need to equally want, need and love each other.  i enjoy and cherish all my balanced realationships. the unbalanced ones frustrate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 days of glorious chocolateness, cinnamon buns, tea and general unbalance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning there will be no pizza for breakfast, i will have protein smoothie ( it will be chocolate however )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-8509860698505474422?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-this-week-i-was-forced-to-evaluate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-6544494785261590066</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T20:24:24.166-07:00</atom:updated><title>food</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO1TbwZUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BJlDs2yxRQ4/s1600-h/P9050280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO1TbwZUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BJlDs2yxRQ4/s320/P9050280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383014132271310146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO0hpCuSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bvSNm-jALhw/s1600-h/P9050283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO0hpCuSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bvSNm-jALhw/s320/P9050283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383014118905264418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO0D3XEnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0aJRx7o0faY/s1600-h/P8200265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO0D3XEnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0aJRx7o0faY/s320/P8200265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383014110912254578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrROznr_DgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ugaMMssS1MA/s1600-h/P9070284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrROznr_DgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ugaMMssS1MA/s320/P9070284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383014103348350466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-6544494785261590066?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/09/food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SrRO1TbwZUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BJlDs2yxRQ4/s72-c/P9050280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-1107374358672009324</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T13:10:29.211-07:00</atom:updated><title>36 hours later.....</title><description>This is not a plea for sympathy at all but... I cried myself to sleep the other night and that hasn't happened in years. 36 hours later on the other side of the life i'm just fine and smiling. Enduring a sad evening ( and unfortunatly the following morning as well ) reminded me of the ups &amp; downs and twists &amp; turn of a fulfilling life. I'd rather experience the slippery slope of sadness than a boring flatline of a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What intrigues me the most is the common denominiator of my tears of now and then, it was not what I expected or would've even predicted it would be, more to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-1107374358672009324?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/09/36-hours-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-5904512406786220502</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T07:31:54.495-07:00</atom:updated><title>the best of both worlds</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SpABBc024xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sekGG6xvOkw/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SpABBc024xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sekGG6xvOkw/s320/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372795479882392338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast in the calgary airport, competition is usually good the for the comsumers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-5904512406786220502?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-of-both-worlds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SpABBc024xI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sekGG6xvOkw/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-1344532672643494555</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T14:43:33.528-07:00</atom:updated><title>bags</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgSiFqkT_-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YffDsGPSlhY/s1600-h/P5080010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgSiFqkT_-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YffDsGPSlhY/s320/P5080010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333566076923150306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 3 of my shopping bags. i can finally say that i have the good habit of always bringing a bag along to the store. my love of purses and bags makes this easy for me to do. the eco-friendly side of me feels good. my stash of plastic bags is gone. it's been years since my house has been plastic bag free.  yesterday i had to buy garbage bags, i haven't done that in years. huh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-1344532672643494555?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/05/bags.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgSiFqkT_-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YffDsGPSlhY/s72-c/P5080010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-7826222595316167830</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T21:04:06.137-07:00</atom:updated><title>lunch...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJdmf3oDDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2X4yVYEW6Bs/s1600-h/P4231307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJdmf3oDDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2X4yVYEW6Bs/s320/P4231307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332927824731311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-7826222595316167830?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJdmf3oDDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2X4yVYEW6Bs/s72-c/P4231307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-7996189384183963156</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T20:30:16.229-07:00</atom:updated><title>Michael and Alena at the park</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJVsfkekRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wEziOkD22pQ/s1600-h/P4111251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJVsfkekRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wEziOkD22pQ/s320/P4111251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332919131637190930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-7996189384183963156?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/05/michael-and-alena-at-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SgJVsfkekRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wEziOkD22pQ/s72-c/P4111251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-2042627818751648530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T16:52:53.014-07:00</atom:updated><title>baking with auntie</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfZFM4YQN3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/7ykp2k6iLHk/s1600-h/P4121278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfZFM4YQN3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/7ykp2k6iLHk/s320/P4121278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329523296634419058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum....chocolate cake batter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-2042627818751648530?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/04/baking-with-auntie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfZFM4YQN3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/7ykp2k6iLHk/s72-c/P4121278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-3364996990545773343</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T21:26:57.728-07:00</atom:updated><title>feet</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfUw_A0LF3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UmSoV7CaxB0/s1600-h/P4231315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfUw_A0LF3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UmSoV7CaxB0/s320/P4231315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329219593171572594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always looking at my feet, i check out my new toe nail polish, my need for new toe nail polish, my usually functional shoes  and  where my feet will land next so that i don't fall. i'm a klutz. i love the fact that my feet take me great places. i have lots of creative friends who put stuff up on flickr, keith puts up a pic a day and keeps on kindly bugging me to put up more pics. my life is a hilarious story with a new chapter everyday. i've decided to take up the creative challange and put a picture a day of my feet. you can check the pics out at www.flickr.com/heidiamelia (the link is on the side of my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i love about the pic above is my purple polish and the beginning of a sandal tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-3364996990545773343?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/04/feet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SfUw_A0LF3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UmSoV7CaxB0/s72-c/P4231315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-7699392693449645019</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T10:37:07.566-07:00</atom:updated><title>lol</title><description>i've been reading and laughing out loud, it's been good for me. the book i've finished is "Battered Soles". you should read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-7699392693449645019?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-3386139187511744397</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T20:07:37.297-07:00</atom:updated><title>by the way....</title><description>I am basically keeping up with my "New Years" resolutions. I have not dyed my hair, I just walk past the boxes of hair color to test my will power. AND.....I've kept about 75% of the chocolate bar wrappers. ( My brother thinks its only 50% but...he lives in another country. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-3386139187511744397?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/03/by-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-1810490973552585009</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T20:06:25.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>subbing</title><description>Today I "taught" gr. 10 Socials Studies. My first thought was that it was inconvienient. It turned out that I enjoyed the carefree feeling of subbing and teaching a class that has no right or wrong answers. Socials Studies may be easy to teach but, Science is easier to mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-1810490973552585009?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/03/subbing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-3736277252243621248</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T21:03:04.518-08:00</atom:updated><title>committment</title><description>"The irony of committment is that it is deeply liberating."&lt;br /&gt;This is "appoximately" the quote I read on Starbucks cup. I like it! This thought challenges my lovely spontaneous nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-3736277252243621248?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/02/committment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-6967234353721037432</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 06:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T22:45:13.275-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>so the reality is that i eat a lot of chocolate that is not in true collectable wrappers. i think the best chocolate may not be in  a wrapper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-6967234353721037432?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-reality-is-that-i-eat-lot-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-4530976021062073105</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T17:13:02.039-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>just so you know...i started taking a "techniques in counselling class" last night.  we'll see where it goes.  i just might be a school counsellor some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-4530976021062073105?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-so-you-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-3341765224390083736</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T21:40:08.941-08:00</atom:updated><title>for your enjoyment</title><description>so....i'm pretty sure i've put stuff like this up before...and like they say..."hope this sticks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my two New Year's Resolutions ( or the new politically correct way...My Goals )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not going to dye my hair in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am going to keep the wrappers of all the chocolate bars I eat in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-3341765224390083736?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-your-enjoyment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-4657592173361340308</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T21:56:03.802-08:00</atom:updated><title>gaps</title><description>tonight my yoga instructor told us to spend time in gaps between our thoughts. i need to learn whats going on in the gaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-4657592173361340308?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/12/gaps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-4080379411813362194</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T22:59:32.154-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm happier than i look in my picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-4080379411813362194?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-happier-than-i-look-in-my-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-2189028786433825437</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T22:26:03.356-08:00</atom:updated><title>choices i like to not make</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELpdtEgRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0z9BvMgA1aY/s1600-h/PB111116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELpdtEgRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0z9BvMgA1aY/s320/PB111116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269505845976400146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a snowline on a hillside forest. Both options are good, go up, go down. Sea or Sky, Sky or Sea. My life is filled with options and they're all good. I wanna not make a choice and try to do it all. Somehow I need to make sure I don't get lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pics on my drive back to AB from WA. I used to see this scene a lot around Bellingham. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELoyQF96I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GQSbQVHACPc/s1600-h/PB111112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELoyQF96I/AAAAAAAAAbA/GQSbQVHACPc/s320/PB111112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269505834312136610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELogRb6LI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3GwDtaEoYFs/s1600-h/PB111103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELogRb6LI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3GwDtaEoYFs/s320/PB111103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269505829485930674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-2189028786433825437?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/11/choices-i-like-to-not-make.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSELpdtEgRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0z9BvMgA1aY/s72-c/PB111116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-7248922562067150725</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T21:18:23.649-08:00</atom:updated><title>been making earrings</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9wADeZKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vIjHyMIBN4k/s1600-h/PB161130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9wADeZKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vIjHyMIBN4k/s320/PB161130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490565113603234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9vpMwAJI/AAAAAAAAAao/6VObQEmZOpk/s1600-h/PB161126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9vpMwAJI/AAAAAAAAAao/6VObQEmZOpk/s320/PB161126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490558978490514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9vaHwVlI/AAAAAAAAAag/uPWlPyUKpfQ/s1600-h/PB161124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9vaHwVlI/AAAAAAAAAag/uPWlPyUKpfQ/s320/PB161124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490554931009106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9uzIDtsI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fMR49S6D86Q/s1600-h/PB161121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9uzIDtsI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fMR49S6D86Q/s320/PB161121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490544463296194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9utJGH7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/97ImPMYJGr8/s1600-h/PB161120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9utJGH7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/97ImPMYJGr8/s320/PB161120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269490542857035698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what i'll do next......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-7248922562067150725?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-making-earrings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD9wADeZKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vIjHyMIBN4k/s72-c/PB161130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-979162030205348827</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T21:08:06.722-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Plum cake, just like my grandma used to make, possibly better than chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7XiKyvqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P0p7_knIZyY/s1600-h/PA061063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7XiKyvqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P0p7_knIZyY/s320/PA061063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269487945751117474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7XPcZTgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0EjirDyqgXs/s1600-h/PA061061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7XPcZTgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0EjirDyqgXs/s320/PA061061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269487940724674050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which way I went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7W8b46HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uhgeugTjHWg/s1600-h/P9271025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7W8b46HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uhgeugTjHWg/s320/P9271025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269487935622277234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-979162030205348827?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-which-way-i-went-plum-cake-just.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMYIP9hfQb8/SSD7XiKyvqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P0p7_knIZyY/s72-c/PA061063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575706606482595570.post-8943474745815594433</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T20:10:18.460-08:00</atom:updated><title>mascara</title><description>today i fixed my mascara problem&lt;br /&gt;somehow i bought waterproof mascara&lt;br /&gt;meaning it doesn't come off in the shower&lt;br /&gt;it involves the complicated process of using eye make up remover&lt;br /&gt;another step in a routine that i'm not sure i need&lt;br /&gt;today i fixed my problem&lt;br /&gt;i bought non-waterproof mascara&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that kinda girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love days when i don't wear make up &lt;br /&gt;maybe you can only enjoy something if you don't do it all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575706606482595570-8943474745815594433?l=trytopayattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://trytopayattention.blogspot.com/2008/11/mascara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heidi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>