<?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-15072705</id><updated>2011-11-20T07:00:21.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberate Creation</title><subtitle type='html'>The power to deliberately create what you want in your life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115816715514964739</id><published>2006-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:05:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think This Stuff Is Working!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been scripting for about a month and a half now and, let me tell you, it's working! Every single thing I talked about in my scripting is working out for me. I'm not even kidding. Usually I talk about my job, my money, my schooling, my love life, and my weight. Now, in just one month or so of scripting this is what is happening. I'm making a ton more commission at my job making it easier to pay my bills. As of now I am all caught up with my bills and I have started to save a little money...yeah, no kidding! My job is great. My boss is being very lenient with me since I've decided to go back to grad school. Also, they gave me a little promotion since I've been doing so well. I'm doing really well with eating healthy and I've lost some weight. I'm on the right track to being where I want to be with that. And the guy I like is totally coming around. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact I don't really have time for him anymore and he's not liking that. They always like you more when you're not totally obssessed with them. Anyway, I'm serious, every single thing I write about is happening for me. I can't even think of one thing that isn't going right. And my mood has changed and I feel at peace most of the time. I don't worry as much. I sleep better at night. It's super weird. I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115816715514964739?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115816715514964739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115816715514964739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115816715514964739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115816715514964739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-this-stuff-is-working.html' title='I Think This Stuff Is Working!'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115686306362729563</id><published>2006-08-29T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:51:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know this stuff works. When I actually spend the time and do the work, it works. So, why do I fall in the ruts that I fall in. I'm not in a rut now but I just got out of one. I was feeling sorry for myself and didn't even try to make myself in a better mood. I just don't know why it should have to be so much work to feel good. I want to just wake up happy everyday. I don't want to have to make myself in a better mood. I'm just hoping someday, if I do all the work that needs to be done, I won't have to work so hard at it. It's not like I'm totally grumpy everyday but I'm definitely not chipper and happy everyday. I think I just need to do daily exercises every morning to get to a feel good place. It's a good way to start the day. I've recently started a free journal and it's my second day and I can already feel a change in the way I'm feeling. I'm more at peace. I feel like I don't have to worry about every little thing. Also, I started to meditate at night. I just want to clear my mind. It seems like my mind is running a million miles an hour. I'm always thinking about something. How to better myself. What I want to do. Who I want to be. Thinking about my job. Thinking about my diet. Thinking about the guy I like. It's tiring. I need some peace and quiet in my head. And this seems to work somewhat. I think I'm on my way to the life I want to lead. Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115686306362729563?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115686306362729563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115686306362729563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115686306362729563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115686306362729563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115582292357922454</id><published>2006-08-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:55:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Grand</title><content type='html'>My life is excellent right now. I actually couldn't be more happy. I'm finally making some money at my job. I'm selling like crazy! And I've started school to work on my PhD. I'm successfully able to manage going to school full time and working about 32 hours per week. I'm doing well in school and I'm able to make money at the same time. Also, I lost about 25 pounds and I feel so much more confident and beautiful. I'm healthier than I've ever been! My love life has turned around completely. I met the most wonderful guy and he is so awesome. We have so much fun together and we enjoy life. He makes me so happy. Oh, also, this past weekend I was able to spend my money on a whole new wardrobe. I'm making so much money that I don't even know what to do with it. I've paid all my debts and have a solid savings account so I thought I deserved a little shopping spree. I'm so happy right now I can't even explain to you how happy I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above paragraph is a technique I learned called scripting. You act like you are 6 months ahead of where you actually are and you write about how you want your life to be in 6 months. Pretend as if it is actually 6 months in the future. I've found that doing this makes me feel so good and gets me in a good mood. It also occupies my mind for enough time to start manifesting my desires (17 seconds or more). So, try this and see if it works for you. It puts me in a good mood everytime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115582292357922454?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115582292357922454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115582292357922454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115582292357922454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115582292357922454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-grand.html' title='Life Is Grand'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115497032502889122</id><published>2006-08-07T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:05:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Already Working!!</title><content type='html'>So, I just published my last blog about an hour ago. And about two hours ago I started to read Suzanne's blog. So, as soon as I read her blog I started practicing her technique. Part of the reason I was having a bad day yesterday was because of a certain guy I've been dating. He was being stupid, like guys normally are, and I was feeling bad about it. So, today I read the blog, practiced the technique, and literally about an hour later, the guy I'm seeing calls me to apologize for being so stupid! And I booked an order at work (which makes me more money). I'm beginning to think this new technique works. Man, it's just great to know these little secrets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115497032502889122?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115497032502889122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115497032502889122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115497032502889122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115497032502889122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-already-working.html' title='It&apos;s Already Working!!'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115496838552473769</id><published>2006-08-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:33:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny How Things Work Out</title><content type='html'>If you read my last blog, you'll know that I've been in somewhat of a rut lately. And last night topped it off. I was just feeling sorry for myself and feeling really alone. Then today I started to read one of my favorite blogs &lt;a href="http://findingmywaytowellbeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://findingmywaytowellbeing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and I immediately started to feel better. In my last blog I was asking for help in feeling good when things aren't going well. And this blog answered me. It's just funny how things appear when you ask for them. All you have to do is ask. That's it. Just let it happen. I think sometimes you need bad days like the one I had so you can appreciate the good ones. And if you just get it out of the way, you can be on your way to the good days. In the above mentioned blog, Suzanne brings to light a new technique that I think might work. I'm going to start practicing it right now. We'll see if it works as well for me as it is for her. Thanks so much Suzanne. Again you've come through for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115496838552473769?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115496838552473769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115496838552473769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115496838552473769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115496838552473769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-how-things-work-out.html' title='Funny How Things Work Out'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115437216171426495</id><published>2006-07-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:56:01.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Rut</title><content type='html'>I have had a hard couple of weeks. I'm finding it harder to get into a good feeling place. How can I feel good when nothing good is happening? I know why nothing good is happening but it's hard to feel good first. It's always easier to have good things happen and then feel good. I've tried the exercises and usually they work, but not lately. I know this stuff works and I know I can do it. I'm just having a hard time right now. How can I get into a good feeling place when I don't feel good? Any thoughts would be helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115437216171426495?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115437216171426495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115437216171426495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115437216171426495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115437216171426495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-rut.html' title='In A Rut'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115272552450642817</id><published>2006-07-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:32:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get What I Want</title><content type='html'>I've been practicing the Law of Attraction for a couple of years but have just recently been practicing it intensely on a daily basis. Let me tell you, my life is going crazily well. I have had instances where I'll ask for something very specific and within a day I've gotten my way. If you read my blog about the $10 bill, that was one example. Also, two days ago I was doing the placemat technique, which I learned from the Abraham-Hicks website, and I asked to receive an email from someone that I hadn't heard from in a long time. The very next day I got an email from that person. I'm not even kidding!! I really couldn't believe it. I got that feeling in my gut of pure excitement. It was so awesome. If I thought the $10 bill instance was an accident or a coincidence, this last example has given me so much more faith. I really do get whatever I ask for. It is so hard to believe at times, but when I see that I'm getting exactly what I'm asking for, my faith is restored. I'm so excited to get the things I desire in my life. I really can have whatever I want. No limitations. I just have to allow it to come into my life. I deserve it. I'm worthy. No worries!! I'm taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115272552450642817?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115272552450642817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115272552450642817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115272552450642817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115272552450642817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-get-what-i-want.html' title='I Get What I Want'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115142025833337401</id><published>2006-06-27T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:57:38.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>I am really happy right now. I've stopped worrying and started letting the universe take care of me. I'm really acquiring the things I want. They seem to be coming my way without me having to do anything at all except ask, relax and wait, receive. It really is that easy. Before, I would ask, and then wait, and then worry and wonder why it wasn't coming, and then waited some more. If you take out the worry and wonder, your desire will manifest right before your eyes. Money comes out of nowhere. Love heads your way. And happiness surrounds you. What a crazy concept. It really is as easy as just asking and allowing. Believing that you deserve it and have no doubts that you don't deserve it and won't get it. I see it working all the time in my life. I have more work to do, but I can see it happening right now as well. I'm so excited to be able to get whatever I want in my life. To be fulfilled. To experience life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115142025833337401?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115142025833337401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115142025833337401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115142025833337401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115142025833337401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115090337409170061</id><published>2006-06-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:22:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for a cheap bed lately since I will be moving and the one I was using was my roommates. I don't have a lot of money and I need a bed to sleep on. I just wanted to let you know that I just found a bed...and it's free! That's right, free. And it's a new bed. Someone is giving it away and I just happened to see the listing.  Also, I did the place mat exercise this morning and on the "universe" side I wrote that I wanted a guitar. I was interested in one that was for sale for $60. I emailed the guy selling it and asked if he'd take $45 for it and he said yes. So, now I have a bed and a guitar and a little money left in my bank account. How's that for deliberate creation!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115090337409170061?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115090337409170061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115090337409170061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115090337409170061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115090337409170061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/side-note.html' title='Side Note'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115089604619542860</id><published>2006-06-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T06:21:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting The Universe Take Care Of It</title><content type='html'>I've decided to stop worrying about whether or not I'll get what I desire. I will. It really does me no good to worry. Actually, it's the worst thing I can do for myself! I'm going to ask for it and expect to receive it. I've started doing some exercises from the website &lt;a href="http://www.whatanicewebsite.com/Connee/Lessons.htm"&gt;http://www.whatanicewebsite.com/Connee/Lessons.htm&lt;/a&gt; that will help me obtain that which I desire. I've only been doing these exercises for two days and already I can see a change in my mood. I'm not as worried about getting what I want. I just have to trust that I will get it. I must take time out of my day to do these exercises if I want to deliberately create the instances in my life. I did some this morning and already I'm feeling so much better. Since I've done the exercises I've started to worry less about whether I'll get what I want, I've let go of the anger I held toward my roommate, I feel inspired to start activities that I've wanted to start, and I find a lot to appreciate about people I know and people I don't know. And this is only after 2 days of these exercises. I can't imagine what it will be like a month or a year from now! And I've only done 2 or 3 of the exercises. There are 17 that I'm able to take advantage of. Also, in my free time I read other blogs and material to keep me focused on my feelings and to inspire me. Anyway, I can see so many things changing in my life for the better. I'm feeling better and I'm appreciating things I took for granted before. This stuff really does work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115089604619542860?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115089604619542860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115089604619542860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115089604619542860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115089604619542860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/letting-universe-take-care-of-it.html' title='Letting The Universe Take Care Of It'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115081318619767367</id><published>2006-06-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:19:46.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask And It Is Given</title><content type='html'>So, I had the absolute worst day yesterday. I was letting a person (my roommate) and her actions make me so angry. I was angry all day at work and no matter what I did, whether it was reading the "Finding My Way To Well-Being" (click on the link to the right to read this blog) blog or trying to calm myself through my own thoughts, nothing seemed to work. As I was reading the well-being blog I came across an idea that I thought I would try. Suzanne had mentioned that she would ask the Law of Attraction Manager for good thoughts and feelings. On my train ride home I closed my eyes and silently asked God (my Law of Attraction Manager) to send me good thoughts and good feelings because I can't conjure them on my own. I kept repeating this phrase the entire way home and tried to focus on just asking for good thoughts and feelings to be sent to me. I just wanted to get out of the mood I was in. As soon as I got off the train I got a call from my new roommate and she asked if I wanted to go out. (First good thing) She also invited me to stay at the apartment so I wouldn't have to be in such a bad mood since my roommate would be there. (Second good thing) Then when I got in to work this morning my roommate wasn't here (she works with me also). (Third good thing) I'm in a much better mood and I believe it's because I asked for good thoughts and good things to be sent to me and then left it up to the universe to bring me my desires. I'm moving out of my apartment this Thursday and my roommate is leaving this company on Friday (or maybe today since she's not here). I truly believe I created my circumstances. It was very hard to do yesterday. Probably one of the hardest days I've had in awhile. Oh, and to make things even better, I got an email regarding a deliberate creation group that I had inquired about awhile ago. I'll hopefully be attending meetings soon to help me learn more about deliberate creation. I want to thank everyone who has helped me on my journey. It means so much to me. Learning this isn't easy and it doesn't happen over night. I'm glad to have so many people supporting me. Have an amazing day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115081318619767367?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115081318619767367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115081318619767367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115081318619767367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115081318619767367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/ask-and-it-is-given.html' title='Ask And It Is Given'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115072578607932669</id><published>2006-06-19T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:03:06.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll See It When I Believe It</title><content type='html'>That's a hard concept to grasp. It's easy to believe something once you see it. But if you turn that around and say, "I'll see it when I believe it", that's not as easy to do. But that's what I've got to do if I want my life to turn out the way I want it. It's so hard to have blind faith that your desire will come to you. If anyone has any ideas that will help me grasp this idea, please tell me. I mean, I know it works, I've seen it. But when you want something and that something isn't coming to you, it's hard to believe it will come if you aren't seeing any results. But maybe I'm just missing the results. Maybe there are some things happening but I just don't see them. And maybe I'm not seeing results because I don't believe it will come. Or maybe I'm impatient. I don't know. I just want to believe it will happen and leave it up to the universe to make it come to me. It's just hard. How do I know for sure my desire will manifest? I suppose I'll say some affirmations and keep visualizing and reading more material about deliberate creation. That's all I can do I guess. Ask and it is given. Your wish is granted. Now just sit back and allow your desire to come to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115072578607932669?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115072578607932669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115072578607932669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115072578607932669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115072578607932669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-see-it-when-i-believe-it.html' title='I&apos;ll See It When I Believe It'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115039562753495725</id><published>2006-06-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:20:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Why This Is Causing Me Trouble</title><content type='html'>I've been having some problems with my roommate lately. I know exactly why I'm having problems. It's been hard for me to see my roommate in a good light. Instead of trying to see the positive things about her, I am only able to see the bad. I'm attracting this kind of behavior to me by doing this. I am going to try to turn this situation around by only thinking good things about her. Try to find something that I appreciate about her. And if a negative thought comes into my head about her (which it so often does), I'm going to push it out. I'm going to think of other things in my life that I appreciate as well. I'm going to appreciate the unexpected bonus I received on this week's paycheck. I'm going to appreciate my wonderful friends who have been so supportive of me in everything I do. I'm going to appreciate the beautiful weather that we've had lately. I'm going to appreciate my job and the people I work with who make it enjoyable. I'm going to appreciate my Dad and my siblings for always staying behind me no matter what. And I have to realize that my roommate is just in a place in her life where she feels the need to behave this way. She is doing what she thinks is right at this moment in time. And the Law of Allowing means I have to let people think, do, say what they want and not just tolerate it, but accept it and appreciate it. I'm definitely going to work on that. I only see good things in my future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115039562753495725?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115039562753495725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115039562753495725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115039562753495725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115039562753495725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-why-this-is-causing-me-trouble.html' title='I Know Why This Is Causing Me Trouble'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115030458400227745</id><published>2006-06-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:03:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think We're On To Something</title><content type='html'>With the way my life has been going lately, I wonder why I would ever choose to feel negative. I've been having positive results and things in my life are going EXACTLY how I want them too. It's so funny because my thoughts are literally materializing right in front of my face! I've been really focused lately. I medidate, listen to audio recordings from different coaches, visualize what I want, and constantly ask and thank the universe for the things I desire.  I have also been telling myself that I &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt; to have these things. I found the perfect apartment with awesome roommates, I'm making more money from my sales job, the guy I like seems to be interested in me, and I'm just feeling happy. When a negative thought creeps in, I push it out immediately. I actually say to myself "Oh, just stop it!" and I don't give it another thought. Negative thoughts can't help but make their way into your head but you have the choice to demolish it or to keep thinking about it. I think it actually helps to tell it to stop. I don't know why, but it does! I have also been working on allowing my desires to come to me. Instead of jumping to action to try and change something I don't like, now I just sit back and visualize and it just comes to me. My prior blog about the $10 bill is a good example. Normally when I don't have any money, my mind starts to race as to how I can get some. I would probably try to sell something or do some odd job to make the money I needed. This time however, I just visualized money coming into my life, and it did! Easy as that! I'm not saying that will always happen, but right when I needed it, it came. So, my point of this blog is to let you know that negative thoughts will creep in, but please just choose to ignore it and tell it to go away. Focus on the positive things and the things you want in your life and then just allow them to come. Everything you want will come to you. In perfect timing. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115030458400227745?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115030458400227745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115030458400227745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115030458400227745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115030458400227745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-were-on-to-something.html' title='I Think We&apos;re On To Something'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-115022125814747334</id><published>2006-06-13T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:55:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>I've learned something over the past couple of days. I need to learn to relax and stop worrying. The universe will provide me with the things I need if I will just let it. If I have no money, I have to stop worrying about where it's going to come from. The universe will provide it. If I have no boyfriend, I have to stop worrying when I will. The universe will provide it. When I'm worrying, I'm doing exactly what I don't want, which is attracting the things I don't want. I need to trust that I will get what I want. It will come in due time. As soon as I'm willing to allow it, it will come. I'm ready to allow myself to have more of an income. I'm ready to allow myself to be in a relationship. I'm ready. For anything. I trust that the universe will bring me what I want. It's much nicer to be relaxed than to worry all the time. Worrying does no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-115022125814747334?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/115022125814747334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=115022125814747334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115022125814747334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/115022125814747334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-114985805870233942</id><published>2006-06-09T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:00:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Proof In The Pudding</title><content type='html'>Here's a story that shows the proof of visualization. I am super poor right now. I have about $3 to my name and no food in my fridge. So, yesterday I was on my way home and as I was walking I started to visualize myself finding a $20 bill on the ground. I did this all the way home. I didn't find any money. This morning on my way to work I walked into Dunkin Donuts to buy a bagel with my $3 and as I'm standing in line, I look down to the ground, and there lies a $10 bill. I look around to see if it might be somebody else's. It turns out it isn't. So I picked it up and paid for my bagel with it. It just goes to show you folks the amazing power of visualization and deliberate creation! I can't wait to see what pops up next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-114985805870233942?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/114985805870233942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=114985805870233942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114985805870233942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114985805870233942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-proof-in-pudding.html' title='There&apos;s Proof In The Pudding'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-114977438079726454</id><published>2006-06-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T06:46:20.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Way To Get What You Want</title><content type='html'>I think the best way to get the things you want in life is to allow yourself to receive them. Oftentimes we think about and worry about whether or not we are going to get the things we want. If you just sit back, ask the universe for the things you want, know deep down that you will get them, and just allow them to come, you will be well on your way to having your desires. When you focus on the the lack of having something in your life, you are drawing more of that lack into your life. If you are worried about whether or not you will receive what you asked for, you are attracting more lack into your life. Don't worry about whether you will receive it or not. Just know you will and allow yourself to receive it. When you go to work in the morning you know your office will be in the same place it was yesterday. In the same way, know that what you want in your life will be there as well. Don't doubt that it won't be there. It will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-114977438079726454?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/114977438079726454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=114977438079726454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114977438079726454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114977438079726454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-way-to-get-what-you-want.html' title='The Best Way To Get What You Want'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-114960012466475279</id><published>2006-06-06T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:22:04.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes It's Hard</title><content type='html'>Situations may arise that cause you to be in a bad mood. At these times, in particular, it is so important to change the way you think. You may have a situation when you just can't find what you need to change your attitude. If it is a person that is bugging you, just remember that that is just the place they are in their lives. They are different from you and you should embrace that. Not everyone will see your point of view. Not everyone will agree with you 100 percent of the time. The way they are acting is the only way they are capable of acting at this particular moment in time. Try to see the good in that person or to at least understand why they may be acting this way. Give them some time, meditate, find something to appreciate about that person. If this is too hard for you, which it sometimes may be, picture that person as an innocent little child at the age of 5. It is much harder to dislike a 5 year old child than it is an adult. Once you have that image in your head, realize that this person is the 5 year old child you see and try to appreciate their life and the place they are at in it. Then just give it some time and you will see how that person will either come around or you will be at peace with the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-114960012466475279?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/114960012466475279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=114960012466475279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114960012466475279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114960012466475279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-its-hard.html' title='Sometimes It&apos;s Hard'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-114951668368979116</id><published>2006-06-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:11:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberate Creation</title><content type='html'>As of now, this blog is about Deliberate Creation. I am going to focus on abundance in my life, the power of the law of attraction, and deliberately creating what I want in my life. One of the definitions of the Law of Attraction is: What you radiate outward in your thoughts, feelings, mental pictures and words,  you attract into your life. Now, we've all wanted something in our lives so badly and focused on that time and time again. But what we don't realize is that most of the time when we are focusing on these things, it is in a negative light. We must learn how to put a positive spin on what it is we want and get to that 'feel good' place. If we can focus on what we want in this light, rather than in negativity, we will soon see the results we want. Keep this in mind the next time you want something in your life, whether that be money, love, a car, or whatever. You can have it if you know how to ask for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-114951668368979116?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/114951668368979116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=114951668368979116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114951668368979116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/114951668368979116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2006/06/deliberate-creation.html' title='Deliberate Creation'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113440625286497595</id><published>2005-12-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:53:04.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Grammatical Errors</title><content type='html'>Upon discovering that I am, in fact, perfect, I find it my duty to point out the most common grammatical errors so you, the reader, won't be ridiculed by society. Now, I'm not saying you have to know every grammatical rule in the rule book (there is a rule book, I've seen it), but these will be examples that you should have learned in grade school. I'm not judging you. I'm just trying to help you. I'm also doing this for my own personal reasons as well. I find it incredibly annoying when people erroneously use the wrong word in a sentence, therefore changing the entire meaning. Ok, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Their, There, or They're?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their&lt;/strong&gt; is a possesive pronoun. It always describes a noun.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. Their house is small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There&lt;/strong&gt; is an adverb meaning "that location."&lt;br /&gt;Ex. Please stand over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're&lt;/strong&gt; is a contraction of they are.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. They're going to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Its or It's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its&lt;/strong&gt; is a possesive pronoun. It modifies a noun.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. The dog carried its bone outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's&lt;/strong&gt; is a contraction of it is or it has.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. It's time for you to learn how to use correct grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your or You're?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your&lt;/strong&gt; is a possesive pronoun. It modifies a noun.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. Your breath smells bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're&lt;/strong&gt; is a contraction of you are.&lt;br /&gt;Ex. You're not my friend if you can't figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some exceptions to the rule. The first is when you're text messaging. It is perfectly acceptable to text the word 'your' when you mean 'you're' because it just takes too long to change the texting format to be able to put the apostrophe in. I'm hoping the receiver of the text message will be sympathetic to your mistake. It's also acceptable to make these mistakes when you're typing an email and you accidentally type the wrong form of the word and you just don't have the time to go back and change it. These are the only exceptions and correct grammar must be used at all other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are just a few examples. There are many others but I prefer not to mention them here. If you have any questions about how to write words correctly and use the correct meanings of words please go to www. grammarslammer.com. It's a very helpful tool to use when writing. I hope I was also helpful to you. If I was, please don't email me to tell me so. I'll just assume I helped you and to that I say, "Your Welcome".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113440625286497595?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113440625286497595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113440625286497595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113440625286497595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113440625286497595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/12/common-grammatical-errors.html' title='Common Grammatical Errors'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113415484198544850</id><published>2005-12-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:00:42.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>Although there are many things I want for Christmas, there are a few in particular that I fancy the most. I realize that some of these things may be out of the ordinary and might be difficult for you to bring me. But please try your hardest as I have been exceptionally good this year. First and foremost, I would like you to bring a sexy boy for me to play with.  The ideal boy would be tall, dark, and handsome. He will think I am the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.  We will spend all of our days and nights playing together. He will also bring me ice cream and flowers on a daily basis. He will be my most favorite boy ever. That shouldn't be too hard for you to handle, right? Ok, so the next thing I want is a giant mountain made of ice cream. I will be the owner of this ice cream mountain and I am the only one who can eat from it. If I decide to let others eat my ice cream, it will be to my discretion. This particular ice cream mountain will be magical and will not melt in the summer heat. It will also be calorie and fat free but will taste delicious. It will also change flavors at any given moment depending on what I'm in the mood for. The third thing on my list is the ability to read minds. This will come in useful in many situations. I'll be able to see what my friends and family are thinking about me. I will also be able to use this power to generate loads of money. How, you ask? Well, I'll charge people $2000/mind reading. Sort of like a psychic, but different. That will be my sole source of income. Now, this last thing might be a little difficult for you to get. And I won't be mad if you find that it's just not something you can handle. But here goes. I would like a new pair of tennis shoes. Thank you so much Santa. I look forward to your visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Raechel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll leave some cookies out for you, but don't count on there being any left once you get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113415484198544850?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113415484198544850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113415484198544850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113415484198544850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113415484198544850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113381324930895157</id><published>2005-12-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:07:28.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Complaining Already</title><content type='html'>I am aware that you don't like your job, your boss, your husband, the weather, the government, the way you look, your co-workers, your car, your family, your pant size, or yourself. You have told me over and over again. But please, for the love of God, stop complaining or I might go insane. And please stop sneezing so loud. Is it really necessary to sneeze that loud? I mean, really, I know you like the attention but I really can't stand to jump out of my seat everytime you sneeze. And if you could please stop telling me how much money you won at the casino and how you know how to 'read' the machines that would be great. I'd really appreciate it. I just really don't care. Now I have resorted to complaining about you. How pathetic. If you could just stop talking to me that would be great. Actually just stop talking altogether. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113381324930895157?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113381324930895157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113381324930895157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113381324930895157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113381324930895157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/12/stop-complaining-already.html' title='Stop Complaining Already'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113362990729649920</id><published>2005-12-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:18:18.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Bad Driver</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Raechel, and I'm a bad driver. There's a part of me that always knew this but never wanted to admit it. I finally admit I have a problem, and it won't get any better until I confront it. I also suffer from a well known disease called road rage. But it's not my fault. It's all the other bad drivers who bring on the symptoms. Ok, so maybe I'm a little to blame. I think a fraction of the problem is that I'm always in a hurry (which, by the way, has led to numerous amounts of speeding tickets). To slow down and take my time is beyond me. It will never happen. Now, I don't consider myself as an aggressive accident-prone driver. In ordinary character, one could say I'm a Clark Kent, but as soon as I get behind the wheel I transform into a psychotic version of Superman. I do try to obey all traffic laws. I use my turn signals when changing lanes, I stop at stop signs, I always wear my seatbelt, I even look out for animals and pedestrians. But when it comes to slow drivers I lose my cool. Who wants to be stuck behind some old man driving 20 miles per hour in a 50 mile per hour speed zone? Not me! I mean, where do these people get their driver's license? Bo Bo's School of Driving? I never resort to gesturing to these people, but believe me, I am definately mumbling obscenities under my breath. Now, these are just some examples of my road rage. Things that contribute to my being a bad driver are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I love music. I'm either changing a CD or turning the station on the radio at all times. If I can't find the particular CD I am looking for, I do not mind glancing into the back seat to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I'm addicted to text messaging. If I get the urge to text message someone or if they have texted me, I'll be looking back and forth from my phone to the road several times so I can text the person (this has actually caused a fender bender).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I think I have adult ADD. I just can't pay attention. There are times when I come out of some sort of trance and realize that I have no idea what has passed on the road or if I missed my exit. My mind is always somewhere else. I could be thinking about my plans for the evening, solving complex math problems in my head, or my mind could be a complete blank. But you can be certain I am not concentrating on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me on the road, beware. If you see me glancing into the backseat or speeding by you looking like I'm talking to myself, please excuse my bizarre behavior. Well, I feel better now that I've gotten that off my chest. I really think this is the first step to becoming a good driver. Although, I don't drive that much and I take public transportation almost everywhere I go. So consider yourself lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113362990729649920?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113362990729649920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113362990729649920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113362990729649920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113362990729649920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-bad-driver.html' title='I&apos;m A Bad Driver'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113355568590295528</id><published>2005-12-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:34:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Should Be Illegal</title><content type='html'>01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113355568590295528?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113355568590295528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113355568590295528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113355568590295528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113355568590295528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-reasons-why-gay-marriage-should-be.html' title='10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Should Be Illegal'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113319493947590749</id><published>2005-11-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:22:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Can Do With Very Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;See what's in your neighbors trash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 20-30 minutes) You can learn a lot about people by what they throw out. You might uncover some dark secret about them. Plus, they might be throwing out something with value that still works, like a VCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch TV, repeat everything said in Italian accent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes) Sort of entertaining.  Fun to pretend the people on the screen are actually talking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step off a curb with eyes shut, imagine it's a cliff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 2-5 minutes) To get any benefit out of this one, you have to have a good imagination. Don't step off immediately, build up to the jump. Study the ravine below. Feel the winds at that altitude. Step off and...AHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn things with a magnifying glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-30 minutes) Ants are always fun to use for this, but burning the face of someone you don't like, under some circumstances, can be just as entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113319493947590749?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113319493947590749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113319493947590749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113319493947590749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113319493947590749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-you-can-do-with-very-little.html' title='Things You Can Do With Very Little'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113278077156901038</id><published>2005-11-23T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:19:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do When You're Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;See how long you can hold your breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 4-20 minutes) Not that much fun, but it sure passes the time. Play with a friend, or try to beat your own personal best. Some tips: hyperventilate before hand, and stay as still as possible. My personal best is 2:00 (exactly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to not think about polar bears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes) This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about polar bears anyway.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scratch yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes) Go ahead, scratch yourself now. Even if nothing itches, go ahead. Doesn't that feel pretty good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to swallow your tongue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes) There's not much to say about this one. It is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get yourself as nauseated as possible.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes) Best achieved by looking straight up and spinning around. Try to be so dizzy you can't even stand up. This is also entertaining due to the "makes boredom seem a lot better" effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113278077156901038?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113278077156901038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113278077156901038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113278077156901038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113278077156901038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-to-do-when-youre-bored.html' title='Things To Do When You&apos;re Bored'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113259566612087358</id><published>2005-11-21T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:54:26.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About Iowa</title><content type='html'>Strawberry Point is the home of the world's largest strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Lake is home to a statue of the world's largest bullhead fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalona is the largest Amish community west of the Mississippi River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cedar Rapids Museum of Art houses the largest collection of Grant Wood artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright County has the highest percentage of grade-A topsoil in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaker Oats, in Cedar Rapids, is the largest cereal company in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornell College is the only school in the nation to have its entire campus listed on the National Register of Historic Places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant Floyd Monument in Sioux City honors the only man to die during the Lewis and Clark expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maynard Reece is the only artist to win the Federal Duck Stamp competition five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knoxville's National Sprint Car Hall of Fame and Museum is the only museum in the country dedicated to preserving the history of sprint car racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabula is Iowa's only town on an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Meter is the hometown of baseball's Bob Feller, an Iowa farm boy who went on to greatness with the Cleveland Indians during the Golden Age of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campers and motor homes are manufactured in Winnebago County. They're called Winnebago's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa is the only state whose east and west borders are 100% formed by water.Missouri and Mississippi rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa is the only state name that starts with two vowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous actor John Wayne was born in Winterset on May 26, 1907.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these interesting facts, I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to live here. It's fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113259566612087358?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113259566612087358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113259566612087358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113259566612087358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113259566612087358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/11/facts-about-iowa.html' title='Facts About Iowa'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113216165960941753</id><published>2005-11-16T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:20:59.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Kills Boa Constrictor</title><content type='html'>Commuters waiting for a train to the northern suburbs of New York City were surprised to see a boa constrictor lying on the railroad tracks, but the snake didnt block the rails for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marijuana Flavored Candy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut on Tuesday joined a growing effort to weed out marijuana-flavored candy from store shelves when its attorney general said he would sponsor a statewide ban on Pot Suckers lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police Search For Blues Brother Impersonator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police responding to a call of a convulsing Elvis Presley impersonator soon found themselves in a high-speed chase of another faux celebrity — a man dressed as one of the Blues Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nude President Bush Painting Taken Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cartoonish painting of President Bush in the nude has been taken down from the wall at the City Museum of Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man Presumed Dead Calls Daughter At Wake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dane Squires was late for his own funeral. At least it seemed that way after people gathered Thursday at a Toronto funeral home to mourn the retired welder from Newfoundland whom they believed had been hit by a train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113216165960941753?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113216165960941753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113216165960941753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113216165960941753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113216165960941753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/11/train-kills-boa-constrictor.html' title='Train Kills Boa Constrictor'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-113164955760830868</id><published>2005-11-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:05:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jordo</title><content type='html'>Jordo is a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;He does a spectacular impression of a mime.&lt;br /&gt;I know this because I have witnessed it.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love him for his charm and wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordo is a friend of mine, oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have never guessed.&lt;br /&gt;Some might consider him to be hot.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he does the robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine Jordo is.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I am a friend of his.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he talks of squirrels, horses, and crazy things,&lt;br /&gt;I like that at the beginning of messages he always sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an ode to my friend Jordo.&lt;br /&gt;He has no friends and he has no foes.&lt;br /&gt;Once you meet him I'm sure you'll be hooked.&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be ok in your book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-113164955760830868?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/113164955760830868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=113164955760830868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113164955760830868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/113164955760830868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-to-jordo.html' title='Ode to Jordo'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112723270312862018</id><published>2005-09-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:11:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Woman Who Lived In Harlem</title><content type='html'>There once was this young woman who lived in Harlem. She was tired of Harlem so she decided to marry a man who was a pilot.  She travelled all around the world to see the sights. When she grew old she decided to settle down into an apartment in Harlem again. The neighborhood had changed dramatically but she felt she could handle it. So, she rented a 5 bedroom apartment and lived all alone. One day a white pigeon flew onto her balcony. Since she was a little old lady and very lonely she decided to keep the pigeon as a pet. She named him Whitey. She noticed one day that the pigeon had a broken foot (?). She put some water in a bowl and put a little bit of an antibiotic into the water. The pigeon drank from it everyday until he was better. Once Whitey was healthy he flew away to a far off land and the old lady thought she would never see him again. Until one day she saw Whitey fly onto her balcony once again. Only this time he wasn't alone. He had brought his wife and son with him for her to meet. She cooked them some white rice (you have to cook it otherwise if they eat it when it's hard then it will expand when they drink some water and it makes their tummies hurt) and gave them some water and they visited all afternoon. In the evening, Whitey and his family flew away. The little old lady never saw them again. She was sad for a little while but she knew she had helped her friend and got to meet his family so she felt very satisfied and fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112723270312862018?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112723270312862018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112723270312862018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112723270312862018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112723270312862018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-woman-who-lived-in-harlem.html' title='The Old Woman Who Lived In Harlem'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112714247486529064</id><published>2005-09-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:07:54.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harassment</title><content type='html'>No employee shall engage in behavior of a sexual nature, either physical or verbal, that may be offensive to others or create an offensive, intimidating, or hostile working environment.  Examples of such behavior are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unwelcome sexual flirtations, advances, propositions or cornering&lt;br /&gt;2. Verbal abuse or jokes of a sexual nature&lt;br /&gt;3. Graphic verbal comments about a person's body&lt;br /&gt;4. Sexually degrading words used to describe a person.&lt;br /&gt;5. The display in the workplace of sexually suggestive objects or pictures&lt;br /&gt;6. Unwelcome physical contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No supervisor (or any other employee) shall threaten or suggest, either explicity or implicity, that an employee's submission or refusal to submit to sexual advances will in any way affect the employee's employment, evaluation, wages, advancement, assigned duties, shifts or any other terms or conditions of employment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112714247486529064?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112714247486529064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112714247486529064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112714247486529064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112714247486529064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexual-harassment.html' title='Sexual Harassment'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112662044516066837</id><published>2005-09-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:07:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Love Bushisms</title><content type='html'>"I believe men and fish can coexist together peacefully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We both use Colgate toothpaste." (After a reporter asked what he had in common with British Prime Minister Tony Blair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the commander, see I don't need to explain, I do not need to explain why I say things. That's the interesting thing about being President."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear there are rumors on the Internets that we're going to have a draft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need an energy bill that encourages consumption."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This foreign policy stuff is a little frustrating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is white." (After being asked by a child what the White House was like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm also not very analytical. You know I don't spend a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe and what I believe-I believe what I believe is right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you'd have given me this written question ahead of time so I could plan for it...I'm sure something will pop into my head here in the midst of this press conference, with all the pressure of trying to come up with an answer, but it hadn't yet...I don't want to sound like I have made no mistakes. I'm confident I have. I just haven't -- you just put me under the spot here, and maybe I'm not as quick on my feet as I should be in coming up with one." (After being asked to name the biggest mistake he had made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important thing is for us to find Osama bin Laden. It is our number one priority and we will not rest until we find him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know where bin Laden is. I have no idea and really don't care. It's not that important. It's not our priority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But all in all, it's been a fabulous year for Laura and me." (Summing up his first year in office, 3 months after the 9/11 attacks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try to go for longer runs, but it's tough around here at the White House on the outdoor track. It's sad that I can't run longer. It's one of the saddest things about the Presidency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this were a dictatorship, it'd be a heck of a lot easier, just so long as I'm the dictator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's an old saying in Tennessee --I know its in Texas, probably in Tennessee--that says, fool me once, shame on--shame on you. Fool me--you can't get fooled again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it folks. This is the man running our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112662044516066837?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112662044516066837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112662044516066837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112662044516066837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112662044516066837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-gotta-love-bushisms.html' title='You Gotta Love Bushisms'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112620534422624925</id><published>2005-09-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:49:04.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Built This City On Rock And Roll</title><content type='html'>My favorite 80's songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Take On Me" -- A-Ha&lt;br /&gt;2. "Walk Like An Egyptian" -- The Bangles&lt;br /&gt;3. "My Best Friend's Girl" -- The Cars&lt;br /&gt;4. "Money For Nothing" -- Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sunglasses At Night" -- Corey Hart&lt;br /&gt;6. "Hotel California" -- The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;7. "I Want To Know What Love Is" -- Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;8. "I Will Survive" -- Gloria Gaynor&lt;br /&gt;9. "Billie Jean" -- Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;10. "I Love Rock And Roll" -- Joan Jett&lt;br /&gt;11. "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" -- Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, there are like a million more but I don't really feel like typing them all out. I mean, I love almost every 80's song there is. Almost. They're fun. I would someday like to have a huge collection of all 80's songs. I think I'll do it someday when I'm bored. I'm not really into writing this post today so I'll just stop so I don't continue to bore you with my babbling. I mean, who really wants to listen to nonstop babbling for hours and hours? Not me. I would just tune that person out and think random thoughts. For instance, I might be thinking "I wonder how much it costs to go to the dentist? I should go sometime". Or, "What color of eye shadow should I buy this time?". Or, "La la la la la la la la la la". Or, "What's that shiny, sparkly thing over there?" So, now you know that if you're ever rambling on and on and on about something, I'm probably not listening. Just like you're not listening to me right now. You probably didn't even make it this far down. You probably aren't reading this at all. So, I should just stop typing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112620534422624925?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112620534422624925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112620534422624925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112620534422624925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112620534422624925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-built-this-city-on-rock-and-roll.html' title='We Built This City On Rock And Roll'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112609971878013846</id><published>2005-09-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:28:38.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Oh How I Hate Thee</title><content type='html'>It's only 9:20 on Wednesday morning. It's my first day back from a long weekend and I already hate it here. I can think of so many other things I'd rather be doing. For instance, I'd rather be sleeping. I could do my laundry, watch some tv, go to a book store, go to a movie, hang out with my friends, heck I would even do some sort of volunteer work. I mean, I know I have to "earn" some money, but I don't really "earn" it at work anyway. I probably do about 15 minutes of actual work in a day. Now, I know that's a quote from Office Space, but in this case it's true. I don't really work at all. It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that I actually don't have anything I could be doing. Sure, when an opportunity to do actual work comes along, I immediately stop staring at the wall and complete the task. But rarely do I get such a chance. I bet you're thinking, 'Jeez, why is she complaining? She gets paid to do nothing all day long.' Well, it does seem like the perfect job, but it's not. I get so bored and I actually think I'm getting dumber because of it. I look things up on the internet, chat with my friends, and check my email, but you can only do that for so long. Oh, how I long to be challenged. I just want something to do so the day goes by faster. Is that too much to ask for? Well, I suppose I'll get back to counting the tiles on the ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112609971878013846?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112609971878013846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112609971878013846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112609971878013846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112609971878013846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-oh-how-i-hate-thee.html' title='Work, Oh How I Hate Thee'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112589704104719757</id><published>2005-09-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:10:41.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Go Home</title><content type='html'>As much as I like seeing my family, I think it's time for me to go home. I miss my home. I miss my bed. I miss my roommates. It's nice to have some place to call home and it's unusual that that place isn't in my hometown. I'm all growns up. I have a place to call home. Even though it's in the heart of Harlem and it smells like something died on our block, I can't wait to get back. I'm out of my comfort zone and out of my routine. I know it's nice to get out of that once in a while, but it's always nice to go back. I've had my fill of hamburgers, hot dogs, and potato salad. It's back to ramen, jelly toast, and cereal. I've also had my fill of aunts, uncles, cousins, and all relatives. I'd like to get back to Dominicans, actors, musicians, directors, and homeless people. I'll make another trip back home in December. I think by then I'll be ready to face it all again. And it was nice while it lasted. Oh wait, I still have one more whole day here. Arrrgggghhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112589704104719757?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112589704104719757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112589704104719757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112589704104719757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112589704104719757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-to-go-home.html' title='Time To Go Home'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112580253125513516</id><published>2005-09-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:55:31.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenfield, IA</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back in Greenfield for 3 whole days. Although I like that there are trees and fresh grass and flowers all around, it makes me wonder just what people are thinking when they decide to make this town their permanent residence. Now don't get me wrong, I think it's a great place to raise your children since it is safe and non-violent. I'm talking more about the young people who stay in this town and never leave. Most of them didn't even try to live somewhere else. Are they truly happy with just living here and never trying anything new? I really can't believe that. Are they just scared? I find it hard to believe people would want to live their lives never seeing anything but Greenfield, Iowa. What a waste. They stay here, work in the local factory, buy an expensive car, get married, buy a house, have children, and spend the rest of their days working their asses off to pay for all of these things. In the meantime, they waste their life away. I just can't believe people would actually do this. And I'm not even against people buying houses and raising their families, but just get out and live a little first. You have a good chunk of your life to settle down so why not be adventurous first? I really just don't understand. But to each their own, I guess. I'll just be happy to be back in  New York on Tuesday. I'll be happy to go see some live music on Friday. To go to a movie and to dinner with my roommate. To go out on Saturday night to a place I've never been and meet some people I've never met. I'm only 25. I think it was Bon Jovi who once said, "It's my life. It's now or never. Nothing's going to last forever." And to that I bid you goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112580253125513516?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112580253125513516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112580253125513516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112580253125513516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112580253125513516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/greenfield-ia.html' title='Greenfield, IA'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112566776735009367</id><published>2005-09-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T07:35:54.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Boys</title><content type='html'>Although some people choose to write about important topics such as economics, politics, or current events, I find that it is my duty to talk about the more interesting things in life. Such as boys. Sure I should maybe talk about George Dubya, the war, or Katrina, but I don't really feel like it. So, back to my subject...boys. I hate them. They are so mean. Here are a couple of words to describe most of the boys I know....inconsiderate, selfish, clueless, insensitive, thoughtless, thick, and narcisistic just to name a few. Although I actually do know some nice boys who don't possess all of these characteristics, there are very few that actually exist. I currently know 3 boys that possess the qualities I desire and, of course, they are all taken. I have always thought guys were impossible. Is there a guy on this earth that has the qualities I'm looking for? All I want is a guy that has the qualitites of a girl. A guy that won't cheat or lie. A guy who doesn't try to impress me by telling me how much money he makes or what kind of car he drives. I just don't care. Just make me laugh and have a good time. Is that too much to ask? So, the moral of the story is....I hate boys. I guess that's not really a moral but that's the message that I wanted to get across today. Good day. I SAID GOOD DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112566776735009367?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112566776735009367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112566776735009367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112566776735009367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112566776735009367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-boys.html' title='I Hate Boys'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112558673269803436</id><published>2005-09-01T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:58:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share some of the weird/sick things I've seen people do thus far in NYC. First of all, there was the guy that was jerking off in his car in broad daylight on Riverside Drive right next to a walking trail. When I looked in his car window and he realized I had caught him, he immediately covered himself as if embarrased. I mean, if you didn't want anyone to see you should pick a more secluded area. Second, the homeless man that sits in the 137th subway station shaving off his fingerprints with a Bic razor. I'm not sure why he does this but it is by far the worst thing I've seen in my life. The other day I saw him doing it with a pair of scissors. Third, the couple of homeless men who have disturbing, yet creative, signs/ways of bringing in money. Homeless man #1: Sits on the cement up against the Gap everyday on my way to the subway from work. His sign reads "Why lie, I need a beer". Homeless man #2: This man has a whole set-up. He has a bed complete with pillows and a blanket along with a nightstand next to the bed which he sets up on the sidewalk. His sign reads "Pay me one dollar to tell me off". Homeless man #3: Parks his home (which is a shopping cart full of his belongings with various shopping bags hanging from it) in front of the building I work in and reads his bible. His sign reads "Please keep your money and your food. God bless you".  Now, you have to give props to these men who creatively try to earn some sort of income. It's better than the man who stands in the middle of the subway car and says "Good morning everyone. I just got back from the hospital where they gave me my weekly chemo treatment for my brain tumor. I also have a bum leg, bad back, and broken arm. I have hepatits C as well as AIDS. I don't have any family and my dog just died. I am also a veteran. If you could please spare your change I would greatly appreciate it". Or the time a homeless woman stood on the subway telling us all how hungry she was and when my friend offered her some leftover stirfry she said, "No thank you, it bothers me to eat other people's food. Ya know what I mean?" There ya have it folks. I'll make sure to update you periodically on the strange things I see in this fabulous city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112558673269803436?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112558673269803436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112558673269803436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112558673269803436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112558673269803436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-people.html' title='Crazy People'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072705.post-112550664415542824</id><published>2005-08-31T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T07:32:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, took a shower, and got ready for work. I stepped out of my apartment to be surrounded by the stifling heat. I swear the subway was about 150 degrees. And of course the horrid smell of garbage made it impossible to breath. I'm trying to decide what it is that I like about New York City. Sure you can get Mexican food delivered to your door at 4 a.m., you can party until 9 a.m., and there are tons of things to do like see broadway shows and watch live music. But there are definately some bad things, too. For one, it's disgustingly dirty and smelly. No matter where you are you are surrounded by filth. Two, people are so rude. Three, very materialistic people live here. Girls only like a guy if they live in a certain part of town, make a certain amount of money, and buy them certain things (ex: expensive jewelry, clothes, etc.) Five, it is so damn expensive. You need to make at least $60,000 or more to be able to afford a decent apartment, pay your bills, go out on the weekends, and keep up with the latest fashions (which is very important here). And by decent apartment I mean a shoe box sized apartment with only a minimal amount of roaches compared to a shoe box apartment with mice and millions of roaches. But for some reason I just like it here. You can't get this anywhere else. Maybe someday I'll move back to the Midwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072705-112550664415542824?l=iheart80s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/feeds/112550664415542824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072705&amp;postID=112550664415542824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112550664415542824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072705/posts/default/112550664415542824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheart80s.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>i_heart_80s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690423705972811895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5TAEuWL310/TT3mO6Dq0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/BtoCmdlbRxc/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
