<?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-7745918317014363547</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:50:56.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><subtitle type='html'>Trying out life from a different angle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-8979606854218768411</id><published>2010-08-04T18:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:56:20.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Fosters-The beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TE4lBnXcWGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E57QTv9Dze8/s1600/IMG_0152_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TE4lBnXcWGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E57QTv9Dze8/s320/IMG_0152_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple months back I signed up to foster dogs. I volunteer at the Anchorage Animal Care and Control Center where I interact with so many adorable dogs, some of whom have medical conditions that need a little extra attention. I figured&amp;nbsp; I have enough room in my house and enough love in my heart to take care of a dog who needs me for a couple months, so I bit the bullet and signed up to be a foster parent. I got my first call to foster a dog around June 21, 2010. Megan, AACCC's volunteer coordinator, called me and said something along the lines of, "We don't usually ask this of first time fosters, but what would you think of fostering a momma dog and her five puppies?" I was a little shocked! My condo association only allows two dogs per condo, and I had only ever intended on fostering one dog at a time, which would already mean three dogs in my condo. I justified three by telling myself that it would be for a  good cause and for a short period of time... but this would mean eight dogs total! Megan knew I had an out-of-town event that weekend, so I had a little  time to think about it.&amp;nbsp; I went back and forth for a day or two, but ultimately decided I had to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the shelter a few days before I was supposed to pick up my foster family. I wanted to meet momma and let her get familiar with me before I brought her and her puppies home. Megan brought momma, who was introduced to me as Heidi, and one of the pups out to  meet me. Heidi was brought in as a stray with five puppies. Someone from Fort  Rich claimed he found Heidi and her pups and brought them into the shelter. I wish I knew more, but I am  still very unclear  about the details. Sadly, one of the puppies had already died since being brought to the shelter. As Megan handed me the puppy she brought out to meet me with Heidi, and as I was falling in puppy love at first sight, the shelter's vet tech, who was walking behind me, immediately grabbed the pup and said she would be right back. Apparently, there was a globby white discharge coming from the puppy's nose, and the tech wanted to take her to the shelter's vet for a quick check up. I continued to interact with Heidi, petting her, talking to her, and assuring her the puppy would be back. The puppy never came back.&amp;nbsp; Instead the vet tech came back and said the shelter's vet wanted to talk to me personally. The vet informed me that the puppy had an infection and had to be euthanized. She explained that puppy's immune systems are super delicate and that it's very difficult to bring them back to health without the risk of infecting momma and the other puppies. She told me that they would monitor the other puppies over the weekend and that I might not have to foster the family, after all, if it ended up that the other puppies were also sick. If I did get to take the puppies home, she wanted to make sure I understood how important it is to bring a foster animal back to the shelter if I notice him/her getting sick. She explained that a lot of foster parents get really attached to their foster pets and have a hard time bringing them in knowing that the result may be euthanization. Although I was sad, and a little shocked at what had just happened, I told her I understood and that I would respond to any situation I encountered appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the shelter three days later, and all three of the remaining puppies were doing just fine. The vet packed the trio into a tiny carrying crate, and I loaded Heidi and her pups into my car. I hadn't had time to clean out my garage or make the living situation more comfortable for the fosters, so I found a hug box that once housed my 40-ish inch television, I filled the box with blankets, and that was the puppies' first bed. At this point I hadn't even seen the puppies yet, so I took them out of the crate to meet them and put them in their new bed.&amp;nbsp; I picked them up, one by one, to see their sex. Puppy #1: boy. Puppy #2: boy. Puppy #3: BOY?!?!? As much as I wanted to play with and get to know these sweet, adorable little boys, I knew that my first task was to introduce Heidi to my two dogs, so I left the puppies all snuggled up in their new bed and got myself prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I let Heidi come into the house, I decided I needed  to walk her with my dogs. It's recommended that you introduce dogs on neutral ground so there isn't any reason for either dog to  be territorial. Jon and Jamie Lang came over to help me handle the dogs  since I now had three big dogs to deal with. They also brought their  two little dogs, Pennie Lane, who had just had puppies herself, and  Mimi. I don't remember exactly how things went when I first brought  Titan and Nova out of the house, but I think Jon was handling Heidi, and  I don't remember the initial meeting going too badly. As we started  walking out of the neighborhood, though, Heidi did make aggressive  advances at Pennie Lane and Mimi. Those dogs are usually the  instigators, but in this case I think Heidi was stressed out and  confused and on edge and she took it out on the poor little dogs. As our  walk continued, I had Jon trade leashes with me so I could have various  combinations of my three dogs walking together. Halfway through  the walk, things were going so well that I decided I would take all three  leashes and walk all the dogs together to really establish my new pack.  Heidi and Nova hadn't had a good chance to really sniff each other and  feel one another out, and their faces touched the wrong way,  or they made eye contact out of the corner of their&amp;nbsp; eyes, and that's  when Heidi and Nova's first fight broke out. Jon and I were able to pull  them apart, so no harm was done, but it was a little scary to think my  dogs may not get along with the new addition. When I got back to the house Heidi immediately  ran to the garage door, knowing her puppies were just on the other side.  It was probably the longest she'd been away from them, which made her a  little nervous, I'm sure. I decided that was enough of trying to establish our pack for one day,  so Heidi just hung out in the garage with her babies for the rest of the  night. I did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it was time to name the boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocICGUYRI/AAAAAAAAALE/11SDKLvrkns/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocICGUYRI/AAAAAAAAALE/11SDKLvrkns/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Max... my little chubster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Even though I knew they would be adopted in four to five weeks,  and the  owners would want to name the pups themselves, I had to call  them  something while they lived with me. Momma  is some sort of German  Shepherd mix, so the shelter named her Heidi (which  was intended to be a  German sounding name). As we were walking I told  Jamie and Jon I wanted to give the boys  German/European names just like their  mom. The Langs threw out a few ideas, Max being one of them. I love the  name Max, and I knew that's what I would name at least one of the  puppies, I just didn't know who it would fit best yet. When I got home I decided to put all the  puppies on the garage floor to let them do their thing. The black one climbed up on me and just snuggled in my lap. I  almost named him Max...he kind of looked like a Max...and I was  this close to making the decision, until I looked over and saw this  cute, chubby little guy staring at me--I knew  instantly that he was Max.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocLhLJy-I/AAAAAAAAALM/okgr4dj9Nho/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocLhLJy-I/AAAAAAAAALM/okgr4dj9Nho/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Leif... my little explorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Next I looked around to see what the other brown dog was up to. The pups were only three weeks old when I got them and they had just  opened  their eyes two days before I picked them up. Every move they made was  really slow and deliberate and clumsy... it was like watching a drunk  person trying to function, except a lot cuter and funnier.... and yet here was this puppy walking around sniffing out everything in the garage.&amp;nbsp;His eyes were  barely working, and he bumped into something with every clumsy little  step, but there he was, the first one to explore the whole garage. Being  the little explorer that he was, I decided to name him Leif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocSKJNzbI/AAAAAAAAALU/3xkYj0GQ58U/s1600/IMG_0070_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFocSKJNzbI/AAAAAAAAALU/3xkYj0GQ58U/s200/IMG_0070_2.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Otto... my little snuggle bug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So that  left the black one, sitting in my lap all snuggly and cuddly looking  like a little bear cub. I thought about naming him Bernard or Barrett,  which are variations of the word "bear" in German, but nothing stuck. At this point my friend Lindsey had come over and she and I  were going back and forth on the merits of the different names I'd been considering. Finally I decided  to let Twitter help me out. I took a poll asking what I should name  the little black dog. A&amp;nbsp; few funny and cute names were thrown out, but  for some reason, when someone said "Otto," I couldn't stop thinking about  it and that became his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So by the end of day one, my little foster  family was created: Heidi, Max, Leif, and Otto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TE89yyGHtRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jkBJxcTT1Cc/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TE89yyGHtRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jkBJxcTT1Cc/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi and the puppies refueling after the big move.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-8979606854218768411?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/8979606854218768411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-fosters-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/8979606854218768411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/8979606854218768411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-fosters-beginning.html' title='Meet the Fosters-The beginning.'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TE4lBnXcWGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E57QTv9Dze8/s72-c/IMG_0152_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-6337561942257258701</id><published>2010-06-09T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:29:06.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when Twitter is down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;First I panic and think my phone is broken, so I move to my computer. Then I panic and think my computer is broken, so I get online to see if the internets still work. When I find that the internets work and realize my phone and computer are both OK, I realize Twitter is down and I die a little inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kpearso3?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-6337561942257258701?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/6337561942257258701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-do-when-twitter-is-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/6337561942257258701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/6337561942257258701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-do-when-twitter-is-down.html' title='What do you do when Twitter is down?'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-1034343914072307137</id><published>2010-06-07T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:25:24.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would you go on vacation if you could pick anywhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;If I could pick anywhere, I would pick everywhere. If I have to narrow it down, my top choices would be Ireland, England, Greece, Italy, France, Japan, Thailand, Australia, New Zealand... and I'm gonna live in Morocco for one year. Do you wanna come?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kpearso3?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-1034343914072307137?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/1034343914072307137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-would-you-go-on-vacation-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/1034343914072307137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/1034343914072307137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-would-you-go-on-vacation-if-you.html' title='Where would you go on vacation if you could pick anywhere?'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-3367228023832914733</id><published>2010-06-02T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:53:44.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you still single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;If I knew why I am still single, I probably wouldn't be. I guess I haven't found the right guy, or he hasn't found me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get hit on or asked out very often, so I'm sure that contributes to my being single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I usually don't put myself out there unless I already have pretty strong feelings about my connection to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God I didn't end up with any of the guys I dated in my past. There are one or two I can still see myself being attracted to today, but I am such a different person now and I can see why those relationships didn't work, or why I shouldn't have held on to some of them for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I'd like to think I'm still single because I'm still waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kpearso3"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-3367228023832914733?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/3367228023832914733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-are-you-still-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/3367228023832914733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/3367228023832914733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-are-you-still-single.html' title='Why are you still single?'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-7347120642150781085</id><published>2009-08-24T01:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:47:04.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love List</title><content type='html'>Back when I was feeling much less positive about whether I would ever find the man of my dreams, or even a man I could just settle for right now, two friends of mine told me about this thing called the "love list." They said to write down 100 things you want in "the man of your dreams" or a future partner. If you write it down and put it out into the universe, so to speak, it's more likely to happen.  Furthermore, by writing down these 100 things, you are accountable to yourself and responsible for making sure you get what you want.  "Even if one of the things is that you want a man who wears gray socks every day, write it down."  I wrote my own love list a year or two ago, and, well, I've been thinking a lot lately about the man of my dreams and what I want and who I want and how I think I am finally ready for it.  My love list has been hiding in a file folder in my computer, out of sight and out of mind.  I'm afraid that's one of my greatest faults, that I hide my desires and my feelings about the things I really want in a file folder inside me, out of sight and out of mind.  Well, I decided to open that file tonight.  Reading the list again, there are a couple of things I might change and few points I'd be willing to negotiate, but this is ultimately what I want and I figure the best thing I can do to get what I want is to put it into the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    I want a man who loves me for me.&lt;br /&gt;2.    I want a man who is kind&lt;br /&gt;3.    I want a man who is affectionate&lt;br /&gt;4.    I want a man who is funny&lt;br /&gt;5.    I want a man who thinks I am funny&lt;br /&gt;6.    I want a man who is loyal&lt;br /&gt;7.    I want a man who is honest&lt;br /&gt;8.    I want a man who loves dogs&lt;br /&gt;9.    I want a man who loves other animals too&lt;br /&gt;10.     I want a man who loves to play tennis&lt;br /&gt;11.     I want a man who wants to meet my friends&lt;br /&gt;12.     I want a man who is happy to spend time with my friends&lt;br /&gt;13.     I want a man who wants to impress my friends because he wants to impress me&lt;br /&gt;14.     I want a man who loves children&lt;br /&gt;15.     I want a man who wants to have children&lt;br /&gt;16.     I want a man who wants to get married&lt;br /&gt;17.     I want a man who has never been married before me&lt;br /&gt;18.     I want a man who has never had children before me&lt;br /&gt;19.     I want a man who has a good job&lt;br /&gt;20.     I want a man who enjoys what he does for a living&lt;br /&gt;21.     I want a man who doesn’t bring work home with him&lt;br /&gt;22.     I want a man who leaves past relationships in the past&lt;br /&gt;23.     I want a man who will dance with me at parties&lt;br /&gt;24.     I want a man who will hold my hand whether we’re walking to our cars or walking in a mall&lt;br /&gt;25.     I want a man who loves to kiss&lt;br /&gt;26.     I want a man who loves to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;27.     I want a man who is excited about pleasing me in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;28.     I want a man who doesn’t mind watching my favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;29.     I want a man who loves going to movies with me&lt;br /&gt;30.     I want a man who loves going to the opera with me&lt;br /&gt;31.     I want a man who loves going to the symphony with me&lt;br /&gt;32.     I want a man who loves going to hockey games with me&lt;br /&gt;33.     I want a man who wants to walk my dog with me everyday&lt;br /&gt;34.     I want a man who wants to work out with me&lt;br /&gt;35.     I want a man who will encourage me to be healthy by being healthy with me&lt;br /&gt;36.     I want a man who will encourage me to exercise by exercising with me&lt;br /&gt;37.     I want a man who wants to be my partner&lt;br /&gt;38.     I want a man who wants to be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;39.     I want a man who will be my shoulder to cry on, when I need it&lt;br /&gt;40.     I want a man who will make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;41.     I want a man who will make me happy&lt;br /&gt;42.     I want a man who is happy to be with me&lt;br /&gt;43.     I want a man who is faithful&lt;br /&gt;44.     I want a man with a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;45.     I want a man who compliments me&lt;br /&gt;46.     I want a man who tells me how beautiful he thinks I am, inside and out&lt;br /&gt;47.     I want a man who tells me how happy he is to be with me&lt;br /&gt;48.     I want a man who enjoys the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;49.     I want a man who will join a volleyball team with me&lt;br /&gt;50.     I want a man who shows an interest in my interests&lt;br /&gt;51.     I want a man who will communicate with me&lt;br /&gt;52.     I want a man who will share his interests with me&lt;br /&gt;53.     I want a man with good friends who will become my good friends&lt;br /&gt;54.     I want a man who treats his mother like a queen&lt;br /&gt;55.     I want a man who has a good relationship with his father&lt;br /&gt;56.     I want a man who is kind to and still close to his siblings&lt;br /&gt;57.     I want a man who wants to make me a part of his circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;58.     I want a man who wants to be a part of my circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;59.     I want a man who wants me to be a part of his family&lt;br /&gt;60.     I want a man who wants to be a part of my family&lt;br /&gt;61.     I want a man who believes in Christianity&lt;br /&gt;62.     I want a man who is willing to change religions for me when we get married&lt;br /&gt;63.     I want a man who thinks the names I’ve always dreamed of for my kids are perfect&lt;br /&gt;64.     I want a man who takes care of himself by eating right and exercising&lt;br /&gt;65.     I want a man who is attractive&lt;br /&gt;66.     I want a man who is attracted to me&lt;br /&gt;67.     I want a man who is good looking, but isn’t too preoccupied with his looks&lt;br /&gt;68.     I want a man who thinks I’m good looking, but isn’t too preoccupied with my looks&lt;br /&gt;69.     I want a man who respects women&lt;br /&gt;70.     I want a man who doesn’t have a lot of baggage from past relationships&lt;br /&gt;71.     I want a man who loves to read&lt;br /&gt;72.     I want a man who is intelligent&lt;br /&gt;73.     I want a man who has gone to college or trade school&lt;br /&gt;74.     I want a man who is successful&lt;br /&gt;75.     I want a man who is confident&lt;br /&gt;76.     I want a man who makes enough money that I can stay home with our kids if that’s what I choose&lt;br /&gt;77.     I want a man who will support me if I decide to go back to work&lt;br /&gt;78.     I want a man who knows how to cook&lt;br /&gt;79.     I want a man who likes to travel with me&lt;br /&gt;80.     I want a man who believes in love&lt;br /&gt;81.     I want a man who believes in me&lt;br /&gt;82.     I want a man who I can believe in&lt;br /&gt;83.     I want a man who will buy me nice things just because&lt;br /&gt;84.     I want a man who will tell me nice things just because&lt;br /&gt;85.     I want a man who appreciates the nice things I do for him&lt;br /&gt;86.     I want a man who loves to swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;87.     I want a man who will take me camping&lt;br /&gt;88.     I want a man who will go camping with me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;89.     I want a man who will go on a long hike with me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;90.     I want a man who will go to parties that my friends throw&lt;br /&gt;91.     I want a man who will go to trivia nights with me at Humpy’s&lt;br /&gt;92.     I want a man who shares my love of karaoke&lt;br /&gt;93.     I want a man who will be there for me when I’m upset&lt;br /&gt;94.     I want a man who will let me be there for him when he’s upset&lt;br /&gt;95.     I want a man who will make me feel good about myself, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;96.     I want a man who I make feel good about himself, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;97.     I want a man who doesn’t care how much I weigh&lt;br /&gt;98.     I want a man who wants to be the love of my life and wants me to be his&lt;br /&gt;99.     I want a man who wants to go shopping with me&lt;br /&gt;100.    I want a man who will encourage me and support me in finding the job of my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-7347120642150781085?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/7347120642150781085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/7347120642150781085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/7347120642150781085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-list.html' title='Love List'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-5418477667033296340</id><published>2009-01-22T18:54:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:03:26.710-09:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About...  ME!</title><content type='html'>I am kind of cheating today, but I just did a survey on Facebook that ended up being kind of fun and thought-provoking.  These were the guidelines:  write a note with 25 random things.  Okay, there was a little more to it than that, but it involved "tagging" people who you wanted to share things about yourself with and requesting that they send 25 random things about themselves back.  I can't really tag anyone in my blog (or can I? I am really new to this) so I just decided to put those 25 random things in my blog as a way to tell whoever may be reading this a little more about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've lived in Germany, New Mexico, Minnesota, and Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first time I lived in Minnesota I was in kindergarten.  The second time I lived in Minnesota I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was in kindergarten I once took a pig to school for show &amp;amp; tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I lived on my grandparent's pig farm for a year (can you guess what year that was?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One of the greatest gifts anyone could ever give me is an iTunes gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate going to bed at night. Well, hate is a strong word, but that's when I do all my personal stuff like watch TV or clean my house or walk my dog. There's always so much I want to do, not anything that's particularly important, in fact, sometimes it's incredibly lazy stuff, but it's stuff that I want to do for myself. I feel like I spend so much time at work and then sleeping that there's never enough time to do the things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just started writing a blog, which is weird because I've always thought blogs were kind of narcissistic. Now I think they're a good way to get your thoughts out, and if someone happens to read them, great. If not, oh well... or maybe I am just narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I could teach the world when it's appropriate to use the word "its" and the contraction "it's". Once and for all, it's always "its" unless you are using the contraction for the phrase "IT IS"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love "High School Musical." In fact, at this very moment I have iTunes set on random to play the soundtracks to all three movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. In general, I want to make a career change. I don't think I want to do what I'm doing for the rest of my life... but when I hear about an exciting project someone else is working on, I get jealous and wish I could work on it too, which makes me want to stay in the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a reputation for being a hard worker, but I think I'm kind of lazy and I would actually rather do things the easy way or just not work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even though I complain about work and claim I want a job that I don't have to take home with me every night, I tend to check my work e-mail at home a lot, and end up doing quite a bit of work at home... by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I can procrastinate with the best of them, but my preference is to just get things done so I have more time to do other things or relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love "America Idol". If they held auditions in Alaska, I would probably try out. I would probably make it on the show as one of the people Simon mocks and turns away, but I think it would be fun to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Every time I see a stray dog on the street I try to pick it up or stay with it until Animal Control can come pick it up. I hope that someone would do the same for me if my dog were to get loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love the Dog Whisperer... L-O-V-E- LOVE him. I wish everyone could watch that show and understand that it's usually not the dog that's bad, but the way people treat and respond to their dogs that's bad. Even the most loving dog owners unwittingly do things that make their dogs unbalanced, which can lead to bad behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I would love to own a doggy day care. I know it would require a lot of long hours and would entail picking up a lot of dog crap, but playing with dogs all day long... what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love my friends. It makes me sad that people grow apart over time. On my part, I know I'm not always great at keeping in touch, or I isolate myself during certain times in my life, so I don't know how to stay close to people. That's something I would like to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One day I want to get married and have kids, but I would rather never get married than end up with the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If I have a girl and a boy, I want to name them Abigail and Sebastian. Please don't dissuade me from these names, and please don't steal these names when you have kids... unless you live in another state and our kids aren't around each other that often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't just watch a movie like a normal person. I am always thinking about how this scene was probably coordinated or how much that scene took to put together. And sometimes I actually get nervous thinking about it, as if it's something I'm going to have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I've started doing daily affirmations and meditations through a website called mythoughtcoach.com. I want to be a better person, for myself, and for my friends and for my family. I truly believe in the power of positive thinking, but I know sometimes it's hard to do it on your own because it is really easy to let life get to you sometimes... so it helps me to have someone else's voice coach me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I know people think I am overly opinionated and argumentative, but what I don't think people realize is how much time I spend replaying conversations and analyzing concepts. I might say or think something one day, then say or think something totally different another day because I have taken to heart what someone has said to me and changed my mind because of it. I really do learn a lot from other people, and I should admit it more often... but sometimes I don't know that that's what's happened because it can be such a subtle transformation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. It was really hard to come up with 25 things, so I am going to cheat on this last entry with a comment about how hard it was to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/high+school+musical+cast/track/what+time+is+it" title="'High School Musical Cast - What Time Is It' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;High School Musical Cast - What Time Is It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-5418477667033296340?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/5418477667033296340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/5418477667033296340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/5418477667033296340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About...  ME!'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-4937660680102005001</id><published>2009-01-21T12:42:00.011-09:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:49:34.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Second Rule</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, I recently subscribed to a website called &lt;a href="http://www.mythoughtcoach.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mythoughtcoach&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  The site features a series of audio recordings by a woman named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who talks you through daily affirmations and meditations.  The exercises are geared toward helping one achieve personal and emotional goals using the power of one's brain and positive thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the exercises that intrigues me is something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stin&lt;/span&gt; calls the&lt;/span&gt; "three second rule."   According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stin's&lt;/span&gt; blog (which you can link to from the &lt;a href="http://www.mythoughtcoach.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mythoughtcoach&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; website), "when you have a thought about anything that you have previously experienced with ANY sort of emotion or physical response, it takes about 3 seconds for that thought to initiate a physical response. That thought then becomes the trigger for a remarkable physiological process."  So following the "three second rule", when you have a negative thought or emotion, don't allow yourself to dwell on it for more than three seconds; instead, change your thinking to thoughts of gratitude or a memory of something positive...  basically, go to your happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I read a post from a blog one of my friends follows and I saw something that kind of disturbed me as it was a comment encouraging someone to break the three second rule.  A commenter of the blog I was reading said, "I feel like you leave some of the negative issues [about your life] off of your blog...how come?"  In response, the blogger wrote that she tends to have a positive, upbeat outlook on life, and she knows that she has the choice to have a happy and energetic attitude each day when she wakes up, and that's what she chooses to do.  Awesome, right?!  The blogger proceeds to outline the trials she is dealing with in her life right now, some of them being health issues and money worries, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not always been the kind of person who wakes up every morning with the knowledge that I can choose to be happy.  I have struggled, like many people, with feelings of anger and doubt and frustration and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;, and sometimes those emotions have gotten the better of me and I've given into them and let them control my whole day...  sometimes my whole week or month.  And that's something I am working on changing in my life.  That's why I use the tools provided by &lt;a href="http://www.mythoughtcoach.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mythoughtcoach&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; that's why I do daily affirmations and meditations that I think will help me through certain days or obstacles or hardships.  So I guess what disturbed me and upset me about reading someone's comment to this generally happy person is that somewhere out there, there is this person who does have all these issues, like many people, who already has the knowledge that it is a choice whether or not we let the negative things that happen in our life get to us...  and she chooses happiness.  So if she dwells on the negative things by spending 20 minutes or an hour writing them in a blog, doesn't that weaken this foundation she's built of being a happy, positive person?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure, there's something to be said about getting things out when you're angry or unhappy or sad, but as Stin says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can’t always choose which thoughts will pop into your mind, but you can certainly choose which will get to stay longer than 3 seconds."&lt;/span&gt;  I know we all have to vent somehow, but if this person has found ways to do that without writing about it to the world, even if they are her faithful readers, more power to her.  I aspire to be like her.  I aspire to be a happier, more positive person...   I aspire to wake up every morning and choose this way of being no matter how I feel when my eyes first open...  I aspire to uphold the three second rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-4937660680102005001?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/4937660680102005001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-second-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/4937660680102005001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/4937660680102005001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-second-rule.html' title='Three Second Rule'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745918317014363547.post-647846223773052330</id><published>2009-01-20T16:06:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:18:38.884-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt at a blog and I really don't know if I am going to like it or keep up with it, hence the title of the blog.  Admittedly, I didn't realize I was naming the whole blog, I thought I was just naming this first "episode," but either way, the name kind of works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been testing a lot of things in my life lately:  I am trying out this blog thing; I recently got a Twitter account; next week I have training to become a volunteer at Anchorage Animal Care and Control; in March I'm doing a BOW workshop (Becoming an Outdoor Woman); I signed up for an account with &lt;a href="http://www.mythoughtcoach.com"&gt;mythoughtcoach.com&lt;/a&gt; and have been doing daily affirmations and meditations in the hopes of  improving certain aspects of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the last few years I have been in a rut of sorts.  I feel like I've come out of it a little from time to time, but I always seem to fall back in and I just can't figure out what I need to do to get out and stay out.  I feel like I am still trying to find my place and purpose in life, the thing that makes me feel whole and if not happy, more complete or fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very moment of writing that last comment, I finally realize how to express what I've been wanting all along--  I am looking for fulfillment.  I don't always feel fulfilled with my job or my friendships or my relationships...  or with myself.  I really believe there is something out there that could give me the sense of fulfillment I am looking for, but I have been looking for it in all the wrong places, and at times, I haven't put any effort into looking for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that something like finding the right job, for instance, will give me a new outlook on life in general and make everything better.  I don't think that if I change who my friends are,  or jump into a relationship with a new man, that I will suddenly be fulfilled in all aspects of my life.  Sure, maybe those things will be quick fixes, but I know now that if I want to achieve this feeling of completeness and fulfillment, I have to find it in myself.  Once that happens, all the other stuff will fall into place.  Once I am fulfilled in myself, I will have the confidence to go after the job I've always wanted or even turn something I love into a job.  When I am more confident and fulfilled in myself, I will have better friendships because I will be a better friend, and I will attract the kind of man I want to be in a relationship with because I will be a more attractive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on all that right now...  testing it out as it were...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745918317014363547-647846223773052330?l=gustysupernova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/feeds/647846223773052330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/647846223773052330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745918317014363547/posts/default/647846223773052330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustysupernova.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>SuperNova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848083259940906131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iNqKZhs-O0/TFsRlJHJYqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SxgcEkg4OWM/S220/IMG_0275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
