<?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-2683361409732249974</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:14:08.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MileHigh Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings of a relatively smart, 
sometimes witty, 
30 year-old 
living in the 
"Mile High" City.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7050441532820460358</id><published>2010-03-24T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:04:36.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On New Footing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been elusive where blogging is concerned.&amp;nbsp; But, I finally feel prompted to write something---so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start?&amp;nbsp; Man, this past month has been a journey.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The end of February, I was quickly going down the stairs to work, in my platform snow boots, which I've worn a ZILLION times before, and I tripped (hands were full with my gym bag and purse) and tumbled--breaking my ankle on the way down.&amp;nbsp; By some miracle I hobbled to the bus stop a few blocks away and made it into the office. Since I got rid of my car years ago in lieu of saving $$ while in school--I had no choice.&amp;nbsp; I knew if I could make it into the office I could have someone take me to urgent care.&amp;nbsp; I made it into the office, hobbled into my boss's office and burst into tears.&amp;nbsp; He kindly offered to take me to urgent care---one hour later, I emerged with a new stylish boot cast (haha) and some crutches to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a specialist that afternoon and was told I would be on crutches for a month and the boot cast for 6 weeks total.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I was in shock, but once I got home that afternoon I burst into sobs.&amp;nbsp; I was completely floored---I felt devastated.&amp;nbsp; How was I supposed to get to work?&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of effort to get across the room in crutches, let alone 3 blocks--How was I going to take out my trash?&amp;nbsp; How would I walk my dog?&amp;nbsp; OMG--how was I supposed to get to school?&amp;nbsp; I took a bus and the lightrail and then walked three city blocks to class---How was I going to do *anything*.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I decided to take a hot bath to try and relax---which led to more sobbing.&amp;nbsp; What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to handle this?&amp;nbsp; I felt very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a weekend of moping and hopping around the house (I had to hop on one leg in cases where I couldn't use my crutches--I'm sure I looked ridiculous, but hey, you do what you gotta do).&amp;nbsp; I came out of the fog--as of that Friday, one of my amazing co-worker friends had put together a sign-up sheet for rides for me to/from the office until I was off crutches.&amp;nbsp; I was so relieved---and SOOOO grateful.&amp;nbsp; So, okay, things were going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetically speaking, I was forced to receive and ask---something I have not been able to do well---so in a way, it was an odd blessing--I had to ask EVERYONE for help.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised by complete strangers who helped me--one woman at school, I didn't even know, took me to Walgreens to pick up some things for my crutches (padding and such) and then took me home.&amp;nbsp; Wow, I was blown away at the kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also surprised and in some cases,to find that people one *would* expect to help in such situations were totally MIA or not very helpful if downright inconsiderate.&amp;nbsp; So, that was interesting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I have been floored by the kindnesses shown to me.&amp;nbsp; I mean, my brother Patrick picked me up from Denver, took me to his home outside Longmont, to do my laundry since I couldn't do that on my own.&amp;nbsp; Then he drove me to school back in Denver that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again Patrick &amp;amp; Lyndsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm at the tail end of the crutches stage---as of tomorrow I can walk in just my cast boot thing.&amp;nbsp; Thank GOD.&amp;nbsp; I even have a second date with a guy---the same guy I was supposed to go out with a month ago when I broke my ankle.&amp;nbsp; He has been VERY anxious to see me again---which is sweet--no expectations for me, though.&amp;nbsp; I've decided to try and let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, after breaking my ankle, I have had a gazillion emails again on Match as well as more clients calling for Reiki --it's as if I'm so open to receiving that everything is flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other great news---I got another scholarship for this next quarter at DU and I have an interview for another scholarship this Saturday!&amp;nbsp; So, blessings find a way in, if you let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this whole experience has been a blessing in disguise---a very good disguise.&amp;nbsp; I've realized I am not alone--and that in times of sorrow and sadness--there is always a flip side--a bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to all those who have been so kind to me recently and really stepped up to the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to more mobility&amp;nbsp; and to be able to exercise in the gym--and most especially, to wear matching shoes again---with high heels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7050441532820460358?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7050441532820460358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7050441532820460358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7050441532820460358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7050441532820460358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-new-footing.html' title='On New Footing'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7228953924714531057</id><published>2010-02-17T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:26:04.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"All strong souls first go to hell before they do the healing of the world they came here for.  If we are lucky, we return to help those still trapped below."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/1-emotional-healing-beth-budesheim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/1-emotional-healing-beth-budesheim.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7228953924714531057?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7228953924714531057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7228953924714531057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7228953924714531057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7228953924714531057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7700730520251396924</id><published>2010-02-14T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:26:34.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day---blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/d/a/valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/d/a/valentine.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Valentine's Day --or I guess, Valentine's Evening now.&amp;nbsp; It has been uneventful.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, that's okay.&amp;nbsp; I was lying in bed this morning thinking about all this and had a realization:&amp;nbsp; I would rather spend many a "lonely" Valentine's Day than spend it with the wrong guy...(which I've done, too...but that feels like lifetimes ago...but anyway).&amp;nbsp; I mean, yeah, it sucks not getting the flowers or chocolates or card or *whatever.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if being alone on Valentine's Day means that I'm making myself available for the right guy by not being with the wrong guy, well, I can do that. I feel like the Universe is teaching me PATIENCE.&amp;nbsp; Which is annoying, but hey, it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I did receive some V-Day wishes from a few guys--both of which would love to date me; however, they aren't right for me...so I'm keeping them as friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day by all accounts anyway---I slept in, made a scrumptious breakfast (organic french toast with real maple syrup anyone?), meditated for an hour, watched a fun, girlie-movie, took a nap and then wrote two essays for some scholarships.&amp;nbsp; A good day overall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the V-day nonsense:&amp;nbsp; Of course I want to be in love and have that returned, but sometimes you just have to trust--and so that's what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; And, I'm full of hope---to the brim actually.&amp;nbsp; Life really keeps getting more real, and true and lovely--with a few bumps here and there---but the path remains the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since it is a lovey-dovey day, here is my FAVORITE Shakespearan Sonnet-- Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sonnet 116 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Admit impediments. Love is not love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  O no! it is an ever-fixed mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Within his bending sickle's compass come: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  If this be error and upon me proved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7700730520251396924?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7700730520251396924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7700730520251396924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7700730520251396924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7700730520251396924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day---blah blah blah'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5612339908632393426</id><published>2010-02-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:49:28.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January--a recap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marginalrevolution.com/photos/uncategorized/snowflake1_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.marginalrevolution.com/photos/uncategorized/snowflake1_1.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&amp;nbsp; There is something about January--the very deepest part of winter (on this side of the hemisphere anyway) that really affects soooo many.&amp;nbsp; In January I had several Reiki clients --probably for this very reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January really seems to trigger us.&amp;nbsp; From what I have learned in some spiritual classes I've taken--the reason for this is because when there are fewer hours of light outside we tend to turn inward or "inside"--and therefore inward "stuff" gets stirred up.&amp;nbsp; However, the truth is--this is a GOOD thing.&amp;nbsp; If we don't feel it--we can't heal it and move on.&amp;nbsp; It's better to sit with that uncomfortableness of feeling pain, hurt, confusion, etc. so that it can be addressed and looked at than it is to let it simmer in our spirits and drive our current realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, January--wow.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say I experienced periods of growth and pain that I would not have been capable of sitting with before.&amp;nbsp; Looking at myself- my life, just a few months ago even--I see a different person.&amp;nbsp; I have grown so much, and for that, I feel truly, TRULY blessed.&amp;nbsp; It was definitely not a comfortable experience, but it was do-able, and so here I am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A bit lighter, a bit brighter, a bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things that happened in January (the good, the bad and the other):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved to a new apartment (am SOOOO happy about this one) in downtown Denver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passed a kidney stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an ovarian cyst burst (I realize this might be TMI--but whatever--it was REALLY painful!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taught my first Reiki II class--it was awesome, albeit draining....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a 30 day meditation course (meditating an hour a day--with the guidance of a teacher--6 days a week--it wrapped up last Friday)&amp;nbsp; One word:&amp;nbsp; Remarkable.&amp;nbsp; Meditation will CHANGE YOUR LIFE for the better!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had numerous instances where my intuition proved to be totally correct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started a new quarter at DU as a Senior!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got below my goal weight--(by just a few pounds--don't worry, I'm still quite healthy and feel great!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my three year "b-day" (I'm not going to explain this--if you know me, you know what this is about--see previous blog post for more info on that one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sold my treadmill (Beau is now relegated to regular doggie walks--now that we're in an actual neighborhood it's feasible again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received a 100% on my goals at work= received my full quarterly bonus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty crazy month! &amp;nbsp; I'm happy to be in February, but looking back at this list; I am full of gratitude for these experiences.&amp;nbsp; Even the uncomfortable ones because it makes me that much more grateful for the beautiful, blissful, glee-filled moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when you stay present, these feelings really do exist!&amp;nbsp; I have learned, through my meditation course, that when you stay present--focusing on being in THIS moment-- not yesterday or tomorrow or even 5 minutes from now--but *this* very moment --you have the ability to feel elated, giddy, blissful.&amp;nbsp; It's real, it's there---and how cool is that?&amp;nbsp; So--here is to MANY more of those moments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs29/i/2008/061/1/1/Night_Bliss_by_yethzart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs29/i/2008/061/1/1/Night_Bliss_by_yethzart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5612339908632393426?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5612339908632393426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5612339908632393426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5612339908632393426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5612339908632393426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-recap.html' title='January--a recap!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5019793813777984171</id><published>2010-01-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:24:55.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/w/wi/williamscr/292292_alcoholics_anonymous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/w/wi/williamscr/292292_alcoholics_anonymous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today---everything got much, much better in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has supported (and continues to do so) on my journey.&amp;nbsp; Life is good and just getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh,&amp;nbsp; and in other news....&lt;br /&gt;..I'm OFFICIALLY a senior at DU now!&amp;nbsp; Yay! The end is in sight.&amp;nbsp; However, upon telling Matt (my younger bro) this news he said, "So what?&amp;nbsp; I was a senior for four years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche, Matt, Touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, though, he graduated from UW with TWO degrees--not two majors--two SEPERATE degrees.&amp;nbsp; Seeing as I'm just getting the one (for now...Masters comes next)---I think I can get out of school in the next 1.5 years or less....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career wise--I'm leaning towards pursuing a career as an occupational therapist or a psychotherapist....we shall see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5019793813777984171?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5019793813777984171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5019793813777984171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5019793813777984171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5019793813777984171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today--'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7574434792619358906</id><published>2009-12-20T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:02:11.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time....</title><content type='html'>First off, apologizes for not updating my blog in like, well, 2 months!&amp;nbsp; Everytime I thought about doing so I felt too tired to do it or was unclear about what to (and not to) post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, life is good.&amp;nbsp; I've been dating a lot over the past few months and have started to just see one guy in particular.&amp;nbsp; However, so as not to "jinx" anything or pour out expectations, I'm leaving it at that.&amp;nbsp; He's a cool guy--maybe things will go somewhere, maybe not, but I'm not going to analyze it.&amp;nbsp; Time will tell--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found a new apartment. THANK GOD!&amp;nbsp; I have been miserable in my apartment since I moved here last January---not because the apartment is bad, but because it's in the freaking middle of nowhere. A long commute does a number on your spirit after several months--so I'm looking forward to being 10 minutes (commute time) from my office again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new place is within walking distance of the Capital, the library and museums---and on a nice day, to work ( 20 mins).&amp;nbsp; I am SOOO happy about this.&amp;nbsp; I can move in anytime in January--so that's the next big "to do" on my list..&amp;nbsp; The apartment I got normally rents at $1080 a month, but they were doing a special and I got it for $750 a month.&amp;nbsp; All hardwood floors, lots of closet space, and NO one above me--which means nice and quiet (as far as apartment living goes).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm also out of school until January--but that is coming up fast.&amp;nbsp; It's been so nice having a break from classes, though. And I'm happy to report that I got a 3.9 this last quarter!&amp;nbsp; An 'A' in my Research &amp;amp; Academic Writing course and an 'A-' (by the grace of God) in Spanish I.&amp;nbsp; It was a really difficult quarter, but I obviously pulled through just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now.&amp;nbsp; Pictures will go up soon of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest of Christmas-es and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7574434792619358906?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7574434792619358906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7574434792619358906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7574434792619358906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7574434792619358906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time.html' title='Long time....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-288567487290080122</id><published>2009-11-02T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:21:19.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>So, I went out with some friends to a party in downtown at the Sports Bar "Brooklyn's."&amp;nbsp; I actually had a great time--even though I had to leave early (11:30 PM) because I had class at 8 in the morning.&amp;nbsp; But, since I wasn't drinking it wasn't too hard to get up the next day anyway---one of the many bonuses of not drinking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went as a 1940s army/pin-up something or rather.&amp;nbsp; Essentially, it was an excuse to get glammed up and show some leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of me and some friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cassie (dressed as a sexy Dorothy--she had rocking ruby slippers on) &amp;amp; Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8udzPkIdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Zw4qM5ncZ4I/s1600-h/Cassie%26me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8udzPkIdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Zw4qM5ncZ4I/s400/Cassie%26me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenn (Wonder Woman) &amp;amp; Me---her boyfriend, dressed as Darth Vader is in the background &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8vFuofF7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/3u1h0LiSgsg/s1600-h/Nancy%26Jenn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8vFuofF7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/3u1h0LiSgsg/s400/Nancy%26Jenn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8ujU8LqoI/AAAAAAAAAmw/p7l7VV6UFUI/s1600-h/Halloween2009+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cassie &amp;amp; Jenn--glamour pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8ujU8LqoI/AAAAAAAAAmw/p7l7VV6UFUI/s320/Halloween2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8uk21uhNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ZQW4pwEWIFg/s1600-h/Halloween2009+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8uk21uhNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ZQW4pwEWIFg/s400/Halloween2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the girls---I obviously failed to suck in my stomach in this one--oh well--it's not the best angle ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The best costume of that evening was Cassie's friend, Scott, who dressed up like the Sham-Wow guy--it was hysterical. (pic of the Sham Wow guy below)&amp;nbsp; Every time there was a spill at the bar he came running and mopped it up with his many Sham Wows. He then proceeded to wring them out into a little container he carried around to show how much the Sham Wow absorbed.&amp;nbsp; It was sooooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://icantfindajob.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/vincefromshamwow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://icantfindajob.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/vincefromshamwow.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a great time and definitely got a major ego boost by all the fun comments I received.&amp;nbsp; Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-288567487290080122?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/288567487290080122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=288567487290080122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/288567487290080122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/288567487290080122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Su8udzPkIdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Zw4qM5ncZ4I/s72-c/Cassie%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5556065091371375477</id><published>2009-10-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:26:51.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am haunted by waters....</title><content type='html'>Came across this quote (above) again the other day.&amp;nbsp; It's from the novella, "A River Runs Through It"&amp;nbsp; that inspired the famous movie with the same title (think Brad Pitt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read this story, you should.&amp;nbsp; It's relatively short and so beautifully written.&amp;nbsp; I have a place in my heart for elegantly structured sentences and a well-woven story and this short book provides just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share my favorite few sentences of the book so I have listed them below.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why they touch me so much, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/451415755_2b89d2418c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/451415755_2b89d2418c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am haunted by waters.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;– Norman Maclean, &lt;em&gt;A River Runs Through It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5556065091371375477?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5556065091371375477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5556065091371375477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5556065091371375477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5556065091371375477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-haunted-by-waters.html' title='I am haunted by waters....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/451415755_2b89d2418c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3287538403266812172</id><published>2009-10-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:02:39.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>First off, the picture of Bo-Bo here is only for pure cute-ness value.&amp;nbsp; It is a classic "Bo-Bo" moment---sitting in his bed--looking a little confused.&amp;nbsp; Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the reason I'm posting.&amp;nbsp; As I was getting ready for work today I had to inwardly laugh at how ridiculous my routine has become.&amp;nbsp; This is a typical weekday morning for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/StdDXZt5j8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y__j8smIFlw/s1600-h/BoBoBoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/StdDXZt5j8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y__j8smIFlw/s320/BoBoBoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:15 AM&lt;/b&gt;---Alarm goes off---snooze button is hit--annoyed nice dream was so rudely interrupted&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:20 AM&lt;/b&gt;--Alarm goes off-snooze button is hit--trying to recapture that dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:30 AM&lt;/b&gt;---repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:35 AM&lt;/b&gt;---contemplate how much longer I could sleep and still have enough time to get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:38 AM&lt;/b&gt;---realize I need to get up NOW if I'm going to get to work at a decent hour.&amp;nbsp; Push Bo-Bo out of bed (lazy little guy) and we both get up for the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:40 AM&lt;/b&gt;---Shower---contemplate exactly how many more days I have until I actually have to purchase more shampoo---consider what kind of shampoo I will buy---oooh, that new Pantene Pro-V Naturals looked good--I bet Walgreen's on the Mall will have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:55 AM&lt;/b&gt;--emerge from shower---towel off, get dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:05 AM&lt;/b&gt;--feed the animals.&amp;nbsp; Rinse the water bowl out--refill with (filtered) water.&amp;nbsp; Place back on floor.&amp;nbsp; Fill new food bowl (Bo-Bo) with 1/4 c. dry dog food (organic of course)--top off with a few tablespoons of wet food.&amp;nbsp; Place on floor.&amp;nbsp; Top off Aria's food bowl with cat food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:07:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Bo-Bo sniffs food...walks away--apparently disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:08:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Put together my breakfast of champions---1/2 C. dry oatmeal, 1/2 C. frozen berries, put in Tupperware, place in work bag.&amp;nbsp; Rinse out and refill my SIGG water bottle.&amp;nbsp; Place in bag for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:09:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Bo-Bo still has not touched food.&amp;nbsp; I top it off with some of my dry oatmeal--he comes running to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:10:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Turn on Alice 105.9, blow-dry portion of hair, clip back, start on make-up, contemplate best way to conceal under eye circles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:25&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Almost ready---finish blow-drying hair.&amp;nbsp; Realize I can't leave door open to bedroom while at work else face a destroyed comforter upon return by Bo-Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:26&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Go to close door to bedroom, realize Aria is under bed, must get her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:29:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Flicky toy is out---trying to entice Aria to get out from under bed.&amp;nbsp; Bo-Bo thinks the toy if for his entertainment---he lunges around it...I put him in a sit to which he immediately rolls onto his back for a belly rub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:30:&lt;/b&gt; Rubbing Bo-Bo's belly while still trying to coax Aria from under bed.&amp;nbsp; She is amused--scoots further under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:32&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; I move Bo-Bo out of the way and manage to get a hold of Aria's middle and pull her out from under the bed.&amp;nbsp; Bo-Bo immediately tries to jump on top of her....I lift her up and out of his reach---get them both out of the bedroom and shut the door.&amp;nbsp; I place Aria gingerly on the coffee table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:35:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ack!&amp;nbsp; Have to leave now to catch my train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:36&lt;/b&gt;: Run out the door, saying a prayer asking, no begging that the animals behave themselves while I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:37:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Leaving apartment...upon exiting elevator and into lobby little boy grabs onto my jeans---I look ahead and see a big dog---I smile at the boy and coax him over to his mom.&amp;nbsp; Walking faster now, running late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:47:&lt;/b&gt; Out of breath, climb into the lightrail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:48:&lt;/b&gt; On the lightrail off to work.&amp;nbsp; Panting, take a swig from my SIGG bottle.&amp;nbsp; Glad I brought it!&amp;nbsp; Headphones on...enjoying the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3287538403266812172?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3287538403266812172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3287538403266812172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3287538403266812172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3287538403266812172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/10/daily-routine.html' title='The Daily Routine'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/StdDXZt5j8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y__j8smIFlw/s72-c/BoBoBoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6985703912840856480</id><published>2009-10-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:56:03.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Sunday afternoon and I must say I've had a great weekend so far!  I had my first Reiki class in Cheyenne yesterday and it went really well.  It was really exhausting, though.  Teaching for nearly 5 hours wears you out.  I got pretty positive feedback from the students and hope to teach a full Reiki II Class in Cheyenne this summer.  I would love to teach again in Cheyenne since many people there haven't even heard of Reiki so it's good to teach others how to do it and share the positive energy and healing it offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several students had some pretty great experiences with the Reiki attunements and with their first Reiki treatments.  Tears were shed as some even had emotional releases.  It made me feel grateful to be a part of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all to report for now...more news later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6985703912840856480?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6985703912840856480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6985703912840856480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6985703912840856480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6985703912840856480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-other-news.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3388679429612863206</id><published>2009-09-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:57:08.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://michaelhyatt.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 360px;" src="http://michaelhyatt.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really adore the author/psychoanalyst, &lt;a href="http://www.mavenproductions.com/estes.html"&gt;Clarissa Pinkola Estes&lt;/a&gt; (C.P.E).  I've been listening to her works (she is a talented story-teller as well, she uses stories to teach and records them) since I was 14 years old.  She has a beautiful gift for sharing ideas and lessons through the spoken word and she is also an amazing poet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was listening to one of her c.d's about intuition and the spiritual life.  In it she spoke about her experience with working as one of the Trauma-Specialists immediately after the Columbine HS massacre (she is a local to the Denver area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tragic event that took many student's lives and deeply affected countless others, a vigil was held at one of the churches near the school in Littleton, CO.  Thousands upon thousands of people showed up--many of them students of Columbine.  C.P.E gathered many of the students together in a group at the vigil and asked that one of them either read or say a prayer.  She was astounded that these teenagers, many of them 17 &amp; 18 years of age, had no idea how to pray.  Not even a memorized prayer or two.  Most of them did not even know how to prepare to pray---folding hands, arms, etc. and she had to demonstrate a few ways to do so.  C.P.E. went on to mention how saddening it was that these near-adults were not given such a basic and important skill--how to pray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience of C.P.E.'s really touched me.  I paused and thought of how grateful I am that I know how to pray.  Even though I may not continue to practice other religious rituals that I was taught growing up, I certainly still pray and hearing this story, I am even more full of thanks towards my parents for instilling in me this basic yet such vital gift---knowing how to speak to our Creator, God, Source without Source---our Father in Heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to share this on my blog because I think we oftentimes forget how blessed we are for the way we were brought up.  The little things, like prayer, make a big difference in our own lives and so many others.  As Abraham Lincoln once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we have that option.  And, speaking of prayer---click &lt;a href="http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to go to my post about prayer sites where you can request prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3388679429612863206?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3388679429612863206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3388679429612863206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3388679429612863206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3388679429612863206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-pray.html' title='To Pray.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1443145427416359758</id><published>2009-09-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:18:03.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an  Author--er-ish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SrPc2MEjlXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdWKniKQRdo/s1600-h/reikifieldofflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SrPc2MEjlXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdWKniKQRdo/s320/reikifieldofflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888803149256050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you probably already saw this, but I had to post it on my blog because I'm pretty happy about this!  I've published my first Examiner.com article on Reiki! Click below for the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/UBL0A"&gt;Using reiki to heal a broken heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a first article of many, I hope.  Also, my former college roommate, who is an excellent writer, is going to profile me in an article about Reiki and that will be submitted to some online magazines as well.  This will happen sometime in November of this year, most likely.  Thanks again, Mindy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's it for now. Enjoy the last weekend of summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1443145427416359758?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1443145427416359758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1443145427416359758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1443145427416359758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1443145427416359758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-author-er-ish.html' title='I&apos;m an  Author--er-ish!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SrPc2MEjlXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pdWKniKQRdo/s72-c/reikifieldofflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8012717087688844381</id><published>2009-08-31T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:21:45.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpwT4Q7vKWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sNj0IqXKs70/s1600-h/coupons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpwT4Q7vKWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sNj0IqXKs70/s320/coupons.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376193912512653666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share this link---I stumbled across it looking for some coupons when placing an order for Beau's heartworm preventive at 1800PetMeds.  Anyway, this site has ZILLIONS of coupon codes for online shopping PLUS printable coupons, too.  If you ever shop online, check out this site before checking out with your online purchase.  You'll probably save some $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couponalbum.com/index.htm"&gt;COUPONS GALORE LINK!!! CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8012717087688844381?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8012717087688844381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8012717087688844381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8012717087688844381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8012717087688844381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-quick-one.html' title='Just a quick one'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpwT4Q7vKWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sNj0IqXKs70/s72-c/coupons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7926469745054002747</id><published>2009-08-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:27:18.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're gonna party like it's 1999!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQPq0SMUVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/y762e_rhyTw/s1600-h/central+hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQPq0SMUVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/y762e_rhyTw/s320/central+hs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373937483623715154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I headed up to Chey-town for my TEN YEAR REUNION!  What?  It's been TEN years since I graduated from HS?  Man, it is crazy how fast time has flown.  I still remember leaving home to move to Provo ten years ago and all the adventures that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking forward to meeting up with some old friends.  It was a lot of fun, but sadly, only about 50 people showed up to the actual "Reunion" portion out of a class of about 300 students!  I guess the mixer the night before had a lot more people show up, but only about 70 total.  Still, it made me wish I had just gone to the mixer instead.  But, at least I had an excuse to dress up so it was worth going to the official Reunion portion--a girl has gotta dress up once in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the reunion was what you would expect.  Most people looked the same +10 years of extra "padding"--but some people looked great!  I think we all gained at least a bit of weight; however, some of the girls I went to HS with looked even better than they did when they graduated.  Crazy.  I will admit, I was kinda happy about a "frienemy" (friend/enemy) who packed on some weight.  Yes, it was wrong of me, but still...it was a bit vindicating since she was definitely a brat most of our growing up years together.  Yes, I need to work on letting it go, but I should be allowed a bit of pleasure...just a tiny bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note: Another interesting fact was how many of my old classmates now live in CO!  I was happy to find out that one of my friends who I adored in HS is now in Highlands Ranch and several others are just 20-45 mins away in other cities (Johnstown, Fort Collins, etc) and several are right in Denver. A few of us decided to get together in Denver soon and I want to make sure that happens.   Besides, my friend who lives in Highlands Ranch wanted to introduce me to a hot chiropractor that she is friends with.  I'm in!  And, it's always nice to have some more girlfriends to hang out with.  Two of my friends are now lawyers!  Seriously!  Smart people--at least now if I ever get in trouble with the law I will have some one to defend me...jk!--hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I only took like 5 pics of the whole event.  Of course there are tons on Facebook now from other people, but I don't have access to FB at the moment (at work and they blocked it...haha) so you will only see a handful for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was fun and I'm really glad I went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQO1eZKDxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/mGDw5nVWmpc/s1600-h/Rachel%26Andireunion99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQO1eZKDxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/mGDw5nVWmpc/s320/Rachel%26Andireunion99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373936567214280466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood through HS friend, Rachel and her boyfriend.  She's a Distrcit Attorney in Fort Collins! You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQO0-Z2rTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/m00JWzDK4c4/s1600-h/KristenRachelme99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQO0-Z2rTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/m00JWzDK4c4/s320/KristenRachelme99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373936558627269938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, me and my friend Kristen--Kristen is the one in Highlands Ranch--and just graduated from UW law school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQPRt8KcRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZFnLbATLWUQ/s1600-h/Kris%26Rachelreunion99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQPRt8KcRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZFnLbATLWUQ/s320/Kris%26Rachelreunion99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373937052423975186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7926469745054002747?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7926469745054002747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7926469745054002747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7926469745054002747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7926469745054002747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-time-flies.html' title='We&apos;re gonna party like it&apos;s 1999!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SpQPq0SMUVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/y762e_rhyTw/s72-c/central+hs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2923145087273528226</id><published>2009-08-13T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:43:56.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy Reiki-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SoRevzxKcSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zBu9yEncWhw/s1600-h/reikihandofbody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SoRevzxKcSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zBu9yEncWhw/s320/reikihandofbody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520831175749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people probably know, Google can be a business' best friend.  For months I have been trying to get my little business:  &lt;a href="http://www.remedyreiki.com"&gt;Remedy Reiki&lt;/a&gt; up on the Google search engine.  Man, it's not that easy.  Slowly, but surely, though, it's working!  I recently discovered that if you add your business location on Google Maps it will eventually show up on the list of locations "nearby" on some searches.  So, did that---and already got some business from it showing up in the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I could still use some help---so everyone should click on this&lt;a href="http://www.remedyreiki.com"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; to my website---it will help raise my website to a higher status in Google---the more clicks from different computers, the more it climbs...albeit slowly.---And feel free to Google "Denver Reiki" and search for my website to click on it (Remedy Reiki) that helps, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my goal is to just have some more money to ease financial stress while I'm in school AND working full-time at my day job---which I really like, btw, but it's nice to have some side income--and on top of that, with Reiki you help people, too.  Added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently also working on a free E-book on Reiki---I will post that here as well when I get that done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have an article to write on Reiki in the works for an online magazine, but I need an angle---should I write about the benefits of Reiki, how to choose a Reiki practitioner or something like that?  Ideas are welcome!  Just post them on the comments section on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well, ya'll---until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2923145087273528226?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2923145087273528226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2923145087273528226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2923145087273528226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2923145087273528226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-up.html' title='Remedy Reiki-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SoRevzxKcSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zBu9yEncWhw/s72-c/reikihandofbody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2335351154408609905</id><published>2009-07-31T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:41:15.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SnMslmuSL2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7jIgp-N3uGM/s1600-h/Bunny+%26+BoBo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SnMslmuSL2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7jIgp-N3uGM/s320/Bunny+%26+BoBo.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364680605689851746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bunny in the closet and Beau hanging out in his carrier to get a closer look...don't ask he keeps crawling into his carrier, silly puppy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue a few weeks ago, a former co-worker/friend of mine contacted me---I hadn't heard from her in nearly a year, so it was a real surprise.  She told me about her plans to go to India to volunteer for the month of August and asked if I could take care of her cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, I know what everyone is thinking...how could someone ask you to do something like that when you haven't heard from her in so long?  Yes, I know, but I felt for her situation, and knowing she has been out of work for over a year, that it would be a huge help to her financially, as as an animal lover, wanted to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short:  her cat, Bunny, has been at my house for nearly a week now.  Just imagine this:  I already have a dog and a cat and now I'm adding another cat to the mix.   To say the least, it has been interesting.  Bunny was in the closet, literally, for the first several days, as she got used to my place, but now is wandering around.  Problem is, Bo-Bo doesn't particularly like her.  Aria, my cat, is fine now, but Beau really likes to attack Bunny, in the middle of the night.  Needless to say, I've had a few nights with disturbed sleep because I had to separate Beau from his new prey: IE Bunny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm worried.  I have 5 more weeks of babysitting Bunny---how can I deal with these episodes every night of Beau going after her?  I think I might have to call Beau's trainer into this and settle up the situation, "Dog Whisperer style"---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bunny is actually quite sweet.  I just wish I could say the same about Beau's feelings towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2335351154408609905?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2335351154408609905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2335351154408609905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2335351154408609905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2335351154408609905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-addition.html' title='a new addition'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SnMslmuSL2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7jIgp-N3uGM/s72-c/Bunny+%26+BoBo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1953555845483952785</id><published>2009-07-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:52:54.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_Ymwa2nI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a6a1-jSLDGU/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_Ymwa2nI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a6a1-jSLDGU/s320/Family+Reunion+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971729640020594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me with my nieces--I did Mary's make-up &amp; hair....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had a Fowler Family Reunion in Cheyenne, WY---some of us hadn't seen each other in years, so it was great to get together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total of 10 adults, 11 children and 2 dogs in my parents house for three days.  Needless to say, it was noisy!  However, I had a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Snowy Range in Wyoming for hiking and fishing on Saturday and that was pretty cool.  I will admit, I'm not much of an "outdoorsy" person, but even I could appreciate the scenery and nice weather. I have some great pics of the hike and fishing below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that instead of making a long blog entry about the reunion, I would just include some highlights (I'm stealing the idea from my sister-in-law's blog, Andrea ;))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories I will take away from this reunion are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The makeovers---two of my nieces (15 and 11 years old)  allowed me to do their hair and the older niece, both hair and make-up.  It was fun to try out my "beautification skills" on someone else and they both loved the results.  Afterward, the younger nieces wanted to give ME a makeover..needless to say, I looked like a "lady of the night" when done, but it was fun to let them try their hand at make-up on a "grown-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The adoration.  :)  It was wonderful to be adored by some of my nieces and nephews.  That is one privilege of being the "cool aunt"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX9cEygSLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/j3lOxG-I5ew/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX9cEygSLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/j3lOxG-I5ew/s320/Family+Reunion+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360969590218180786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (All my nieces and nephews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The bugs.  15 mosquito bites left me itching and scratching most of the weekend.  We did see some pretty cool bugs in the mountains, and one of my nieces, Syd, loved to pick them up and play with them.  Needless to say, she was in charge of the worms for fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The dogs.  I had my little Beau along for the trip and my brother's family brought their mini schnauzer as well.  At first they fought, but after taking them on a walk together, they were fine...mostly.  At least they would hang out together without fighting even if they didn't play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX9txzBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Cq0BxFE-Yqs/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX9txzBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Cq0BxFE-Yqs/s320/Family+Reunion+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360969894357723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Two of my nephews with the Fowler dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Old habits---it's funny how when you get together as a family that even as adults you fall into your family "roles" ---my younger brother and I were definitely bossed around a few times by some older siblings.  That's okay.  And for the record.  I *did* help clean up and prepare stuff...just not when everyone else was around to watch me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX99m0vglI/AAAAAAAAAic/GgEcpUNSSU8/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX99m0vglI/AAAAAAAAAic/GgEcpUNSSU8/s320/Family+Reunion+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360970166290055762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic of Patrick and Kristen (two of my siblings) after Patrick got a hold of my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-ZQlsKpI/AAAAAAAAAik/cw07u2Dks3k/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-ZQlsKpI/AAAAAAAAAik/cw07u2Dks3k/s320/Family+Reunion+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360970641357679250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic of my sister Jama and brother Dave--just watching the chaos unfold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Blessings---I have some pretty amazing family members.  It was great to see them all together again--my parents did a pretty darn good job raising us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-nQVndII/AAAAAAAAAis/po-HN7jJRPo/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-nQVndII/AAAAAAAAAis/po-HN7jJRPo/s320/Family+Reunion+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360970881808430210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic of Mom &amp; Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pics of Snowy Range...it was beautiful---even with all the bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-x238osI/AAAAAAAAAi0/r4f_rXj-QQs/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX-x238osI/AAAAAAAAAi0/r4f_rXj-QQs/s320/Family+Reunion+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971063951663810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_ARgD44I/AAAAAAAAAi8/pyYyXHtHC0I/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_ARgD44I/AAAAAAAAAi8/pyYyXHtHC0I/s320/Family+Reunion+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971311617401730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_O34hW9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/K5M4F8RP1uQ/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_O34hW9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/K5M4F8RP1uQ/s320/Family+Reunion+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971562438712274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1953555845483952785?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1953555845483952785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1953555845483952785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1953555845483952785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1953555845483952785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html' title='The Reunion'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SmX_Ymwa2nI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a6a1-jSLDGU/s72-c/Family+Reunion+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2734987089181780573</id><published>2009-07-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:36:03.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sl4FbojrJuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oFk45FgVOu0/s1600-h/sodium_lauryl_sulfate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sl4FbojrJuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oFk45FgVOu0/s320/sodium_lauryl_sulfate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358726578919122658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Sodium  Lauryl  Sulfate (SLS) can cause canker sores?  And guess what? SLS is in pretty much every freaking toothpaste!  How fabulous!  What's even more fun is that people with braces (like me at the moment) get lots more canker sores because of the the orthodontic appliances in our mouths that can be abrasive on the soft tissues in the mouth.  What fun!  And then, we have to brush our teeth a zillion times a day and that lovely toothpaste contributes to all the canker sores!  Wahoo!  So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, what a painful annoyance.  I finally found a toothpaste that doesn't contain SLS, but it wasn't easy.  Some version of Sensodyne (be careful, some Sensodyne toothpastes DO contain SLS---so be wary of it if you are prone to cankers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who don't know---canker sores are NOT a form of Herpes.  That is cold sores.  Canker sores are just painful little "ulcers" only found in the mouth (cold sores are always OUTSIDE the mouth) and are NOT contagious, like cold sores.  Just had to clarify that.  Here's some &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/canker-sore/DS00354"&gt;proof.&lt;/a&gt; (click on the link)  And for any hot men that may be reading this and had consider kissing me at some point---don't worry, I'm safe to kiss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have probably had at least one canker in my mouth the entire process of wearing braces, with maybe a short break in between without them.  I am so glad I know that my stupid toothpaste is contributing to them, because they hurt like a MOFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier thoughts---yay for this weekend!  I'm heading to Cheyenne to spend time with the fam.  Everyone will be there--5 siblings, 4 in-laws, 11 nieces &amp; nephews and two dogs--so I think it will be entertaining at least---fabulous at best.  However, I have decided not to discuss religion or politics.  Safer that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure to post pictures after the reunion--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2734987089181780573?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2734987089181780573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2734987089181780573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2734987089181780573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2734987089181780573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sl4FbojrJuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oFk45FgVOu0/s72-c/sodium_lauryl_sulfate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8034169405881824136</id><published>2009-07-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:21:02.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Slk4UtiIEdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KcnTCb7hWXk/s1600-h/OCDfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Slk4UtiIEdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KcnTCb7hWXk/s320/OCDfunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375160205185490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came across the new show on A&amp;E called "Obsessed."  It's a documentary-type show about individuals who suffer from severe forms of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and their journey of going into therapy and getting better from it.  Each week there are two different people with different OCD issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was watching this show it made me look back on my life and the times in my life, specifically when I was quite young (elementary school through junior high) and my OCD was unbearable.  There were moments when I literally could not function--not even walk, because I was so anxiety-ridden.  There were other times when it took me forever to get ready for bed because I had so many rituals and certain prayers I had to say otherwise I feared my family or myself would die or be hurt and it would be all my fault.  So much anxiety and fear for a little girl.  A lot of this I kept as secret as I could because I was embarrassed about the "worries" as I thought they were.  I remember how torturous it was to take out the dishes from the dishwasher--specifically touching the dinner knives, because I was afraid I would "lose control" and start killing everyone.  It sounds silly now--I mean, at the time of that particular worry I was maybe 9 or 10 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day my mom saw a psychologist/author on t.v. promoting her book about anxiety disorders, one of them being OCD.  My mom immediately bought that book and we learned that I wasn't crazy--that it was a specific anxiety disorder that could bet treated.  That was the first step into my getting better--I would eventually go to a therapist and get some medicine that was almost a miracle to me.  I felt so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as an adult, I have years of books, therapy and learning under my belt.  I really understand what OCD is, what caused mine and most importantly, how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that I am a happy and functional adult.  My OCD is mild now, although still there, but when I have unnerving thoughts caused by my OCD or compulsions, I know how to deal with them, confront them, and move on.  It is so empowering to know how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watching this show, and these individuals getting better, makes me want to be a part of that process of others suffering how I did.  This is just one more push in the direction of becoming a therapist.  It's still up in the air for me, but I feel more and more inclined to get my MA in Counseling Psychology after I finally finish my Undergrad next year.  It's possible I will change my mind *again* but I really feel this might be the right career path for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be shocking to some people that I am so open about my OCD, but I think by talking about things it allows room for further understanding and healing--for myself and others.  I don't think it's something to be ashamed of.  After all, 3.5 MILLION Americans have OCD.  I'm obviously, not alone in this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who want to learn more about OCD and ways of getting help you can go to this &lt;a href="http://www.ocfoundation.org/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my story....well part of it at least ;)  I am so grateful for my journey and how far I've come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8034169405881824136?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8034169405881824136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8034169405881824136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8034169405881824136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8034169405881824136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Slk4UtiIEdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KcnTCb7hWXk/s72-c/OCDfunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7929296515438798692</id><published>2009-07-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:25:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A doting "Mother"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN_Q-e7lXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7W7gc0ObDWY/s1600-h/from+camera+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN_Q-e7lXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7W7gc0ObDWY/s400/from+camera+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764311501018482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, so, he's just a dog.  But he's my dog, and until I have kids, my child of er sorts.  So, being the silly mama that I am, I had to get some cute pics of him and a little video.  He is darling with his little tail constantly wagging...:)  Warning, though, trying to film and play ball with the little guy was not easy...therefore the footage is "bouncy" --kinda "Blair Witch Project"-esque--and the light started out good then disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau is crazy about tennis balls.  Crazy!  He's also very good at ferreting around and under things...including my couch with has very little room underneath it.  So, I had to show a quick video of him running after the ball and getting on his belly to get the ball from under the couch.  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&quot;Mother&quot;'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN_Q-e7lXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7W7gc0ObDWY/s72-c/from+camera+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1986655784120592083</id><published>2009-07-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:36:14.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old &amp; New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5b-VKMqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZofjQTrwmRA/s1600-h/from+camera+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5b-VKMqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZofjQTrwmRA/s320/from+camera+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757903368827554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I "inherited" my digital camera from my baby brother, "Bubba" (Matt) last year and he had all these pictures on there from his trip to NYC and CT to visit my sisters and their families.  Instead of deleting them, and being the great sister that I am, I copied them all and emailed them to him.  However, there were a few I wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of somewhere in NY or CT--I'm guessing maybe Central Park (nice, pic, Matt, btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN3a0FBq9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/uJo34Yy--yg/s1600-h/from+camera+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN3a0FBq9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/uJo34Yy--yg/s320/from+camera+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755684413680594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba on a ship...hmmm..maybe they went on a road trip to RI or Boston?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN3xRBMIzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZNcj_NSMnqc/s1600-h/from+camera+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN3xRBMIzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZNcj_NSMnqc/s320/from+camera+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756070139339570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, with the ship theme---this is Matt and our nephew Lukas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4OPAEdpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7vzgPHibfq0/s1600-h/from+camera+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4OPAEdpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7vzgPHibfq0/s320/from+camera+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756567813977746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good pic of the ship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4gfvIHrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VHNwoO-10p8/s1600-h/from+camera+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4gfvIHrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VHNwoO-10p8/s320/from+camera+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756881543962290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosophical picture--a picture of my sister Kristen taking a picture of my brother taking a picture of her, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4rfVs8nI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uckLI2OEcyk/s1600-h/from+camera+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN4rfVs8nI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uckLI2OEcyk/s320/from+camera+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757070415884914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some pics of the nephew, Lukas and niece, Mary--I doubt Mary will appreciate these since she has her glasses on, but we all know she is lovely in spite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5P8pWv-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/XkNA7Wo1FoE/s1600-h/from+camera+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5P8pWv-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/XkNA7Wo1FoE/s320/from+camera+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757696758235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5PtrYbVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CV1ItC4bpXg/s1600-h/from+camera+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5PtrYbVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CV1ItC4bpXg/s320/from+camera+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757692740201810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5PSfcDGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EHeSNxr1pMY/s1600-h/from+camera+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5PSfcDGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EHeSNxr1pMY/s320/from+camera+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757685442350178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1986655784120592083?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1986655784120592083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1986655784120592083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1986655784120592083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1986655784120592083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-new.html' title='Old &amp; New'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SlN5b-VKMqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZofjQTrwmRA/s72-c/from+camera+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4860277389564549893</id><published>2009-07-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:10:04.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the elephant journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Skzo3RWka9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/6jy62K3A52E/s1600-h/elephantjournal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Skzo3RWka9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/6jy62K3A52E/s320/elephantjournal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353910093285190610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am very grateful that this is a short work week.  My office has July 3rd off for the holiday and today (Thursday) we only have to work till 3 PM--so yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have approached an editor of an online magazine/blog called &lt;a href="http://www.elephantjournal.com"&gt;elephantjournal.com&lt;/a&gt; that focuses on holistic news, yoga, non-new-agey spirituality, the environment, etc. with an idea for an article on Reiki--and low and behold, they have accepted my proposal!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I actually have to write the thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with ideas for days and have written down starts and pieces of the article, but have been having a rough time to make things flow (the irony here being that Reiki is a form of energy that easily flows, without effort, but I digress).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is a big opportunity for my little Reiki business because it's essentially a free advertisement to a large group of people who are like-minded.  Therefore it's important to write a helpful, well-written and informative article that sheds light on Reiki and its benefits without sounding like a long advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the end of the article they will post my website, email and picture so I think that is advertisement enough--so I want the article to just be clean and full of useful information, not a bunch of self-promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, with extra time on my hands, I hope to get the article squared away and have a few friends read/proof it before I submit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited and thankful for a fabulous and *free* marketing opportunity but a little nervous about putting the article together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, any ideas or angles on this would be great--since most of my friends and family don't know much about Reiki, I would be interested in knowing what kind of informative article on Reiki would interest them?  What to focus on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...little Bo-Bo is going to be my other focus this long weekend because we're starting from almost square one on the housebreaking. Long story on this one...but carpet feels so much like his puppy pads and grass that he seems to think anywhere there is carpet it means he can pee! So, I will be focusing on fixing that incorrect belief.  But, he's still adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am that girl--the single chick who is in love with her dog.  So what?  It makes me laugh, actually, because I always thought I would be married by my early twenties, well, God had other plans, and so in the meantime I have my own little family of two animals (cat and dog)  But, like I've said so many times before:  that's all.  I will not be the crazy animal lady with all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be lots of time for a husband and a family, but *after* I get my degree...so I'm enjoying life for what it is now.  After all, that is all there really is...tomorrow never comes, actually, it's only today. "Now is your only place of power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very philosophical, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4860277389564549893?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4860277389564549893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4860277389564549893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4860277389564549893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4860277389564549893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/07/elephant-journal.html' title='the elephant journal'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Skzo3RWka9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/6jy62K3A52E/s72-c/elephantjournal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7372733747185360374</id><published>2009-06-23T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:49:53.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The elusive Kong Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SkE_nBXvTjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OKwmBKKVwL8/s1600-h/kongtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SkE_nBXvTjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OKwmBKKVwL8/s320/kongtime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350627771908312626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago I came across this *fabulous* invention created by the makers of Kongs (those indestructible doggie toys that you put treats in)--a Kong Time.  Well, I kept the idea of buying one on the back burner.  Since I now live nearly an hour a way from the office (by light rail and walking) my little Beau (aka Bo-Bo) is home alone a lot more.  Well, he does have the company of my sweet cat, Aria, however, he chases her more than he plays with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Beau has gradually gotten more frustrated with my 5 day a week long absences from home (11 hours!) and started to entertain himself with destroying numerous pillows which was followed by my couch.  Ack!  I eventually created a barricade of sorts, so the couch has survived (although I had to do some repairs...thank goodness I can kinda sew).  However, Beau is still a bit bored. The Kong Time is supposed to help that issue.  Here is the official description of what it does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KongTime automatically dispenses food-filled Kong toys while you are away. KongTime entertains your dog and gives your dog something to look forward to. We call it Doggie Day Care in a Box; don’t be surprised if your dog starts handing you your briefcase in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a video to show you how it works:  &lt;a href="http://www.kongtime.com/video/play_kongtime.html"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant idea, right?  So, I finally decide I will dish out the $150 for the thing and low and behold...it's been discontinued!  Yes, they no longer make it!  So begins my search.  Every online outlet that had them in stock is suddenly out of them --like there was a mad rush to buy them once they stopped making them.  Next stop:  Ebay.  I bid on one and, blast!  I was outbid!  Now I can't seem to find one anywhere.  What to do?  Any ideas?  Help!  I guess I will have to figure out another solution in the meantime.  I *do* plan on moving back downtown after my lease is up...however, that is not until January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7372733747185360374?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7372733747185360374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7372733747185360374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7372733747185360374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7372733747185360374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/06/elusive-kong-time.html' title='The elusive Kong Time'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SkE_nBXvTjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OKwmBKKVwL8/s72-c/kongtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-327099158265038323</id><published>2009-06-19T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:07:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Solutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SjwLr2SdIBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/TCIxyRl5H2I/s1600-h/natural+solutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SjwLr2SdIBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/TCIxyRl5H2I/s320/natural+solutions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349163305344507922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I saw my shrink and we discussed transitioning off my anti-depressant/anti-anxiety meds.  As most people who know me know, I have been dealing with my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and depression for a good chunk of my life.  Meds have been a huge help, but the reality is, in my opinion, that medicine like this tend to mask the symptoms so you never really heal from what you are suffering from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diligent with seeing a great therapist for years now and have had some major breakthroughs and have healed a lot.  However, when you are biologically prone to depression and anxiety, it seems to make sense to stay on some kind of support (medicine). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luckily, my doctor is a holistic psychiatrist and stresses using natural options and less prescription drugs.  That said, I am going to start taking &lt;a href="http://www.truehope.com/default.aspx"&gt;EMPower Plus,&lt;/a&gt; which is a strong complex of vitamins, amino acids, etc. that has been shown to work as well as if not better than some medications.  And, most importantly, it supports the body in a natural way meaning no side effects.  It was initially created by a family who had several members suffering from Bi-Polar Disorder.  They didn't want to go on prescription drugs (like Lithium, which is commonly prescribed for that disorder) so they researched what natural options were out there for treating the disorder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, they created this complex &lt;a href="http://www.truehope.com/default.aspx"&gt;(EMPowerplus)&lt;/a&gt; and since it worked so well for them, they began marketing it to others.  It's been studied a ton at this point, and although marketed and made specifically for Bi-Polar disorder; it has been found to be profoundly helpful for depression and even anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be gradually weaning off my Cymbalta and onto EMPower Plus.  I'm really happy about it actually--I am all about natural products.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I wanted to post this up on my blog because I know some people who read this may have friends, family members who suffer from depression or anxiety.  And, maybe, they will know there are alternatives to regular prescription drugs.  On that note, I also use a &lt;a href="http://shopping.msn.com/prices/apollo-health-glp2-golite-p2-cordless-therapeutic-lamp-with-rechargeable-battery/itemid899028990/?itemtext=itemname:apollo-health-glp2-golite-p2-cordless-therapeutic-lamp-with-rechargeable-battery"&gt;blue-light &lt;/a&gt;that simulates sunlight's POSITIVE affects that has helped me during winter months.  I use it just 60 minutes a day at my desk at work and it's been great.  Boosts your mood and everything.  Also, fish oil is a huge helper with boosting your mood--take it daily and buy quailty products--not the cheap stuff on sale.  I use &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Omega-Lemon-Taste-softgels/dp/B000BXZP4M"&gt;Ultimate Omega&lt;/a&gt; by Nordic Naturals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-327099158265038323?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/327099158265038323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=327099158265038323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/327099158265038323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/327099158265038323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/06/natural-solutions.html' title='Natural Solutions'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SjwLr2SdIBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/TCIxyRl5H2I/s72-c/natural+solutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5181272176638432749</id><published>2009-06-09T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:21:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6Z_SzV1zI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GHgtiN-3EdE/s1600-h/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6Z_SzV1zI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GHgtiN-3EdE/s320/reflections.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379120393344818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came across this cool (well, I think it's cool) idea on a website---they are affirmations written backwards on shirts so that when you look in the mirror you read your affirmation---and bonus, the shirts look cool and since no one can read them but you (unless they can read backwards and upside down) you don't look like an idiot with stupid affirmations on your shirt..  ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the website: &lt;a href="http://www.reflectmylife.com/index.php?p=page&amp;page_id=transformational_clothing"&gt;reflectmylife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the shirts I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6WsFiibSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ogxjc6vv0qU/s1600-h/reflectshirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6WsFiibSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ogxjc6vv0qU/s320/reflectshirt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345375491880807714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6WrwBDBsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xe6kGg9kEUQ/s1600-h/reflectshirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6WrwBDBsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xe6kGg9kEUQ/s320/reflectshirt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345375486103193282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read what they say?  One says,  "I believe in myself" &amp; the other says, ""I am so grateful for all that I have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the thing with affirmations--if you don't believe them, they don't work.  So some think that if you say them enough you will eventually believe it so repeating them is good.  Others think you should reword them in such a way that you automatically believe them.  So instead of saying, "I am wealthy" you say, "I am in the process of becoming wealthy"--the second phrase is a lot more believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been listening to some CD's about attracting what you want into your life.  I think you have to take some of this stuff with a grain of salt, because not everyone has all the answers, but there is a lot of good info out there.  Essentially, if you are feeling bad or negative you should "pivot" your thoughts to something that makes you feel good.  Whatever you are feeling is what you are attracting so the goal is to feel good (or at least not bad).  It has helped me as my thoughts have really changed lately.  It's certainly a process, but one worth testing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I always think it's good to count your blessings.  In Catholism if you do a &lt;br /&gt;Novena for something (Novena is traditionally 9 days of prayers towards a certain goal, typically to a saint (NOT as worship, but as a help to be "on your side" to God to bring about what you are praying for)--after the nine days you have to post what you prayed for and give thanks to the saint you asked to help you--now people post the praise online.  I have done lots of reserach on different religions as you can see, anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I think it is important to give gratitude. One spiritual teacher of mine told me the key to manifesting what you want is to meditate on all you have and how great that makes you feel then say to the Universe, "Okay, I want more of that feeling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, interesting persepctives.  So in light of giving gratitude...here is another list of my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Being healthy in body and spirit and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Attending one of the best universities in the country!  (Harvard of the West as they say ;))  Go Pioneers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am so grateful for my animals.  Aria and Beau are real joys in my life...always.  Unconditional love is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Knowledge--I am so blessed to have gained so much knowledge from teachers and others in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A great job--again, so blessed for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  And as always, I am so grateful for my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots lots more, of course, but really, no need to publish all of them at once. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...be good, be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5181272176638432749?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5181272176638432749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5181272176638432749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5181272176638432749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5181272176638432749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Si6Z_SzV1zI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GHgtiN-3EdE/s72-c/reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1766084261562422793</id><published>2009-05-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:58:51.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><content type='html'>Not too much going on right now, but I will update everyone on what has been going on in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last day of this quarter is Sunday...hurray!  I have opted to not take summer term classes and I think it was a brilliant move on my part.  I am ready to have all my weekends back...at least until Fall quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo-Bo was sick a couple weeks ago (as my brother would put it, he had "plumbing" problems") but after some meds and some TLC he's pooping like a normal dog.  Thank goodness...I was so tired of cleaning up the messes. Eew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still working on him with his behavioral issues...and he is making slow progress...but progress.  We went to the off-leash Cherry Creek State Park for a long walk last Saturday and he did great with the other dogs.  I did have his backpack on him and kept him on the leash (there are always misbehaved dogs there so it's best to keep little ones on a leash to have control in case something happens).  I was very proud of him.  Next step in the training process is to have him stay at a daycare that corrects him the Dog Whisperer way and lets him run around with big and little dogs (most doggie daycares separate the small from the big which doesn't help the little ones get used to being around larger dogs and vice verse).  Also, I am going to try a bit of positive reinforcement training, too.  He is also on the treadmill every morning for at least 20 mins before I go to work.  He hates it (the trainer said that's normal for little dogs--they don't like any type of work), but it really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sh7Pf2SlCzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/k-1zhGIxGiY/s1600-h/beau3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sh7Pf2SlCzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/k-1zhGIxGiY/s320/beau3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340934354164321074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list in life is to buy a good bike.  I live next to a great bike trail of 20 miles!  However, you need to drop at least $500 to get something decent...so I may have to wait until my Q2 bonus which probably won't be given until at least July.  Hmmm....maybe I can borrow one until then....any offers ;-)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now.  Life is good.  Work is good. I feel like I need to live more in the moment so I'm working on that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1766084261562422793?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1766084261562422793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1766084261562422793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1766084261562422793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1766084261562422793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-other-news.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sh7Pf2SlCzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/k-1zhGIxGiY/s72-c/beau3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4234840776361195759</id><published>2009-05-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:07:54.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A penny saved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ShcT3P-xBsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HEbuu7-a42Q/s1600-h/piggy+bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ShcT3P-xBsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HEbuu7-a42Q/s320/piggy+bank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338757723174536898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're all up for saving money, right? The other day I was thinking that I've started to come up with some ways to do so and I should share them. Some of them you probably could figure out on your own and some may be new, or maybe you don't care, but it's time for me to update my blog so this is what you get.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips and Tricks to save cash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Like to stay trendy?  Take excellent care of your trendy/name brand clothes?  Need to clean them out to make room for more? Perfect! Sell them! Yep, consignment stores will pay you for your gently used clothes or give you store credit.  Mind you, you won't get rich from it, but it's better than donating them...this way you get cash!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to the &lt;a href="http://www.buffaloexchange.com/"&gt;Buffalo Exchange &lt;/a&gt;here in Denver--but I'm sure you can stores similar near you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Love Lancome?  Shop L'oreal instead.  L'oreal (which can be purchased at a grocery store) is actually made by the same people as Lancome...really.  Same products, different label, but it saves you major $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Coupons. Duh.  However, I have found the coolest website for coupons.  &lt;a href="http://shortcuts.com/"&gt;Shortcuts.com&lt;/a&gt;  You sign up with your grocery store savings cards (the ones you scan at the checkout) and it shows you coupons for those stores (i.e. King Soopers, Safeway, Albertson's, etc).  But it gets better! You select the coupons you want and then.....it "downloads" them your shoppers card so when you checkout next and purchase that item (best to write down the items you should buy) it automatically redeems the coupons when you swipe your shoppers card.  I've used this several times and it's freaking awesome!  No worries about "losing" the coupons or leaving them at home.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Washed your jeans too many times and now they are too short to wear?  Just roll them up a few times and wear them as capris.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Buy a mani/pedi kit and exchange manicures and pedicures with friends---instead of going to the nail salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  FREE Netflix trial!  Yep---for one month.  Here is the information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         go to&lt;a href="netflix.com/tellafriend"&gt; netflix.com/tellafriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Enter priority code:  M613105898845&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &amp; Done....this offer is redeeamble until June 15th---but good for a while month from the time you sign up--just mark your calendar to cancel in 29 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   Attend on a "free day"--Denver and I would guess most cities, have "free days" for museums, the zoo, etc.  Google "free event days" or similar and you'll find out when it is.  For those in Denver...just go to this website: &lt;a href="http://denver.about.com/od/attractions/a/freedays09.htm"&gt; http://denver.about.com/od/attractions/a/freedays09.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  1/2 price tickets.  Again, this is a Denver thing, but I'm sure they have something similar in other big cities.  If you show up an hour before curtain at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts you can purchase any tickets that are still available for the show for 50% off!  Or, if you're a student, for just $10 (depends on the show).  My friends did it just a few weeks ago and saw the Broadway show "Spamalot"  Awesome.  I'm going to do this when "Wicked" comes to town.  Remember, though, it's best to do it on an "off night" (Matinee or weekday night NOT Friday or Saturday) if the show is likely to sell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Rent DVDs from the library. In Denver it's free, but even if they charge it's usually minimal.  (Do this after your netflix freebie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Don't buy your books...go to the library. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Increase your car insurance deductibles (assuming you are a good driver).  You'd be surprised how much you save a month on the insurance payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Request a reduction in your credit card interest rate.  Speak to a manger.  Threaten to stop using it or cancel the card (but don't--that reduces your credit/debt ratio...but that's another story).  Usually they will reduce it.  Wouldn't hurt to try, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Donate old books to the local library--but remember to get a RECEIPT.  You can save money on your taxes next year when you deduct this donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Buy local milk--at Whole Foods they have a section where there is locally farmed milk.  The bottles are glass and have no label.  These are cheaper than the other brands AND when you return the rinsed out and empty glass bottle you save $1 on your next grocery bill. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Barter.  If you have a trade (cut hair, massage, crafts) and have a friend who has one as well that you need then barter services with them.  I do this with a massage therapist---I give her a Reiki session in exchange for a massage therapy treatment.  Everyone leaves happy! This also works for babysitting--you take your neighbors kids one night and they take yours another.  No one has to shell out cash for a sitter and everyone get to go on a nice date with the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Skip the ATM...buy a pack of gum.  Most convenience stores  (7-11, etc.) let you pay with your debit card and give the option of "cash back" when you enter you PIN.  Bingo--save ATM fees, buy a cheap pack of gum and still get your cash.  No money wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's what I've got for now.  Maybe you learned something you could use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4234840776361195759?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4234840776361195759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4234840776361195759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4234840776361195759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4234840776361195759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/05/penny-saved.html' title='A penny saved...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ShcT3P-xBsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HEbuu7-a42Q/s72-c/piggy+bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8071151056054210073</id><published>2009-05-12T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:14:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued from the Fires</title><content type='html'>I found these pics on twitter---these two baby animals were rescued from the fires in Santa Barbara.  Poor, but lucky, little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/5018q" title="This fawn and bobcat were rescued from the Santa Barbara fire... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/5018q.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="This fawn and bobcat were rescued from the Santa Barbara fire... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture for a closer view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/4ztai" title="Animal Rescue Team working near the Santa Barbara fires needs... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/4ztai.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Animal Rescue Team working near the Santa Barbara fires needs... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8071151056054210073?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8071151056054210073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8071151056054210073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8071151056054210073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8071151056054210073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/05/rescued-from-fires.html' title='Rescued from the Fires'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3612641136258352997</id><published>2009-05-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:05:17.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The experiment has ended....</title><content type='html'>Done. Finished. Kaput.  All words describing my once relationship with E-Harmony.  I said I would do it for a month as an experiment and my month is done. Good riddance I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the THIRD time I've tried this little matchmaking website over the past 4 or 5(?) years and each time I am so disappointed. I guess I was hoping it would be better ---as they say, "Third time's a charm."  Unforutnately, in this case that was NOT true.   Oh well.  In all honesty, it was kind of a fun little distraction and now I get back to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I menitoned before, I didn't do it because I was desperately seeking someone, but rather to test the waters---and the waters (on E-Harmony) are not good.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did learn a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Most men on e-Harmony are nerdy, overweight or if they are attractive, flakey.&lt;br /&gt;2.  As already thought, Denver is a dating wasteland when it comes to men&lt;br /&gt;3.  There are a lot more men that are 5'7" or shorter out there---perhaps since I wear heels so often I just "overlooked" them ---haha&lt;br /&gt;4.  On-line dating is hit or miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lessons learned, I suppose.  Moving on....but, if you know a hot guy, excuse me a hot, SINGLE guy, under the age of 40 but over the age of 28---send him my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVLyfEbAtCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVLyfEbAtCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3612641136258352997?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3612641136258352997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3612641136258352997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3612641136258352997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3612641136258352997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/05/experiment-has-ended.html' title='The experiment has ended....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3754728641578163482</id><published>2009-05-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:29:05.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo knows....</title><content type='html'>...how to walk on a treadmill!  I'm so proud of Bo-Bo.  Last week I went to my dog trainer's doggie daycare and she showed me how to put him on a treadmill.  It took a bit of work, but now he does just fine.  The next step is to not have his leash on him while he's on it, but one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has his doggie backpack on him as well as this helps him stay focused on the "job" he has to do (walking on the treadmill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some clips---enjoy!!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bfef27499318e8e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e36c50485269a885&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3754728641578163482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3754728641578163482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3754728641578163482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3754728641578163482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/05/bo-knows.html' title='Bo knows....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2286730796832337719</id><published>2009-04-28T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:41:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend....</title><content type='html'>Was one of my niece's birthdays---so the family in and around Colorado got together to celebrate--so I was able to see my brothers (two of them) and their wives and kids plus my parents.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took a few pics---these are actually of my brother Patrick's baby daughter, Gracie.  As you can see, she has a fondness for the dog--she was chasing him around with her mouth open. It was pretty funny.  I was able to get some good shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Koda (the dog) he looks a little uncertain of the little person in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sfc_Vt0gJDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k6JllzRwhtE/s1600-h/gracieandkoda2.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sfc_Vt0gJDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k6JllzRwhtE/s320/gracieandkoda2.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329798326325879858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sfc_IQ0fjoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/F7NSEG2qoGA/s1600-h/gracieandkoda1.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sfc_IQ0fjoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/F7NSEG2qoGA/s320/gracieandkoda1.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329798095202913922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2286730796832337719?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2286730796832337719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2286730796832337719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2286730796832337719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2286730796832337719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sfc_Vt0gJDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k6JllzRwhtE/s72-c/gracieandkoda2.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-126110115026162673</id><published>2009-04-21T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:50:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!</title><content type='html'>Alright, so the first guy on met on E-Harmony obviously has no "follow-through"....seeing as he was very enamaoured of me on our date---even talking about all the things we would do together in the future, and then never called.  I *did* email him casually last Thursday and he responded back in 5 minutes...we chatted that way for awhile and it was left at staying in touch to plan another date, but PLEASE.  I am not interested in chasing a man around....so moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to chat with another guy tonight.  He seems really great (then again so did guy #1) but he's a bit older (which hopefully means more mature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we will see how it goes.  Against better judgment I'm positing a couple of his pics as well.  He's very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one on the Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Se3rI3QFGwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gw6R-S01pYc/s1600-h/Jason1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Se3rI3QFGwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gw6R-S01pYc/s320/Jason1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327172471752039170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Se3rQxmodbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9vdZ--xl5xs/s1600-h/Jason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Se3rQxmodbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9vdZ--xl5xs/s320/Jason2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327172607674971570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-126110115026162673?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/126110115026162673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=126110115026162673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/126110115026162673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/126110115026162673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/04/next.html' title='Next!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Se3rI3QFGwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gw6R-S01pYc/s72-c/Jason1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4206766233278479845</id><published>2009-04-15T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:19:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Games Begin...</title><content type='html'>So the date on Saturday went surprisingly well. Even though I was paranoid he would think my thighs were too big (my new obsession)he didn't seem to notice and actually seemed VERY pleased with my appearance.  So, Yay!  We had lunch and then checked out a bookstore and had some coffee (I had chai)---it was nice.  He's definitely a lot more introverted than me...then again, that wouldn't be hard to do.  So there were some awkward pauses that I felt forced to fill.  He didn't seem to notice, though.  We also walked around the 16th Street Mall.  In all honesty, I do this all the time since I work around there, but it was nice to do it with someone else other than a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should mention, he is very cute...which is great, albeit slightly shorter than he said he was--closer to 5'9, but whatever.  It's pretty common for men to lie about their height, just like women lie about their weight. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, eventually he offered me his arm as we strolled down the mall, which was very nice.  He had me walk him to his car (a very nice Mini) and we hugged. I'm still unsure of whether or not he meant to kiss me on the cheek or lips, but I turned so he was forced to kiss me on the cheek (I'm taking it slow)!  He immediately asked me out on another date and we decided we would figure out the logistics later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, the waiting...or as my friend, Ana, said: "Let the games begin!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just left wondering: Do I call him?  Text him?  He hasn't called me yet and I'm not sure if he's the kind of guy who sticks to the rules and waits three or four days before calling or is the kind of guy who wants to make sure I'm interested so he waits for me to call....hmmmm.  I think I will just wait.  If he is really interested he would call, right?  This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4206766233278479845?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4206766233278479845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4206766233278479845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4206766233278479845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4206766233278479845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the Games Begin...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5139421919495434445</id><published>2009-04-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:52:04.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Harmony--update</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, as was to be expected there are lot of guys I'm being "matched" with that I am NOT interested in...but a handful that I have been...which is promising, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, in particular sounds great so far (and we're supposed to chat on the phone later this week and maybe meet for lunch or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's 31, lives in Boulder (originally from Oregon), works as a psychotherapist (and don't go there...I know what you're thinking....), is a practicing Buddhist, etc.  He has a great sense of humor (as far as I can tell from our emails) and is darn cute....so...we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't believe I'm doing this, but I had to show a picture of him, god help me if he ever finds my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sd4LSRhLiJI/AAAAAAAAAds/LfkBZm0YSSE/s1600-h/miles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sd4LSRhLiJI/AAAAAAAAAds/LfkBZm0YSSE/s320/miles2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704218166626450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sd4LZc1XKbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/otgFsY78404/s1600-h/miles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sd4LZc1XKbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/otgFsY78404/s320/miles1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704341463148978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5139421919495434445?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5139421919495434445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5139421919495434445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5139421919495434445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5139421919495434445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-harmony-update.html' title='E-Harmony--update'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sd4LSRhLiJI/AAAAAAAAAds/LfkBZm0YSSE/s72-c/miles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4033902243960317146</id><published>2009-04-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:26:09.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Harmony-??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SdplTDyHveI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZVott7vUdb0/s1600-h/eharmony-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SdplTDyHveI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZVott7vUdb0/s320/eharmony-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321677287799111138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most single people, I have tried on-line dating off and on throughout the years with mixed results.  Mostly bad results.  The last time I tried it was using Chemistry.com and nothing really came from it.  So, I didn't really think I would do it again--I would always get hopeful and then find out that the on-line dating pool had much to be desired.  However, I keep hearing about so many people who find their mate on-line---in fact, my friend from work met his wife using match.com years ago.  So when I saw the advertisement about E-Harmony offering a free communication weekend I figured, hey, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I signed up AGAIN with their service---just for the free portion of course.  I didn't want to shell out any money without seeing who was out there.  The last time I signed up with E-Harmony I was literally only matched up with truck-drivers and electricians with a few business owners sprinkled in.  Seriously.  It was hilarious.  Obviously, I did not pursue that dating venue for very long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and am hopeful this time.  Anyway, I signed up and shockingly, the guys I've been matched up with this time have pretty impressive profiles.  Sadly, I can't see any pictures unless I pay for a membership---and you know what, I think I might do it.  Hopefully the guys are attractive---I will keep my expectations realistic, but hey, there has to be a couple hot dudes on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be clear here, though. I'm doing this as an experiment of sorts.  I still feel wary of dating while I'm in school and working, but I'm getting to the point that I think I could be open to someone in my life.  Might as well do the on-line thing to test the waters first.  Besides, I don't drink and therefore don't go around to bars and clubs trying to meet a guy.  This just seems logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for what happens next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4033902243960317146?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4033902243960317146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4033902243960317146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4033902243960317146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4033902243960317146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-harmony.html' title='E-Harmony-??'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SdplTDyHveI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZVott7vUdb0/s72-c/eharmony-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5301845834658918522</id><published>2009-03-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:11:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sc2HOF2ISTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NLuyk93V42s/s1600-h/reikifire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sc2HOF2ISTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NLuyk93V42s/s400/reikifire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318055411151554866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a really cool experience with one of my Reiki clients this past week and wanted to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reiki is an amazing energy--something that even I, as a practitioner of it, forget.  My last client, however, gave me a great example of it's power to help and heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My client came into her appointment with a headache that she had had for hours.  I assured her he would work on the at the beginning of the appointment so she could gain some relief.  Well, I focused on her head for quite a bit and she actually drifted off to sleep for a bit--(just shows how relaxing a Reiki treatment is).  Half-way through the treatment or so I had her turn over onto her stomach so I could treat her back.  At this point I checked in to see how she was feeling and about her headache--it was gone!  Nice.  35 minutes into a treatment and total relief.  I LOVE when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the treatment I usually draw the Reiki power symbol on the soles of the client's feet in order to ground them (so when they get up they aren't spacey).  In this case, though, I kept being drawn to her hands.  I normally don't Reiki a client's hands--so I ignored it.  Still, I was drawn to do something for her hands--so I drew the power symbol over each hand and then told her her treatment was now complete.  She immediately started touching her hands together saying, "Man, my hands are on fire!"  I asked her if that was just now happening and she replied that it was.  Then I told her that I just drew the Power Symbol in the palms of her hands which is why they would feel hot right now.  Again, that was such a cool experience for me!  It just shows the power Reiki has.  The Power symbol actually activates the healing energy of Reiki and revs it up essentially--which is why it made sense that her hands felt like they were on fire--pretty neat, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to share for now--I just wanted to let others know how cool and REAL Reiki is.  It is powerful stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5301845834658918522?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5301845834658918522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5301845834658918522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5301845834658918522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5301845834658918522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-cool.html' title='Pretty cool'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sc2HOF2ISTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NLuyk93V42s/s72-c/reikifire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3511463758252230514</id><published>2009-03-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:56:14.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sckeus8TUfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iqL6zgucaW0/s1600-h/Reikimeaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sckeus8TUfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iqL6zgucaW0/s320/Reikimeaning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316814622774481394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday I had my first Reiki I class--as in I actually TAUGHT the class.  It was great!  I will admit that it was a very small class, but my own Reiki teacher told me she only had one student attend her first class, so I was happy to have two. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really grateful that my younger brother attended as it was a good feeling having his support for my first class.  Funny enough, he didn't really know what he was getting into (he thought he was going to get a Reiki treatment and ended up getting certified as a Level I practitioner)--but he just went with the flow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was disappointed that more people didn't turn out, but in the end I was happy the class was small.  It allowed me to get my feet wet and see what worked and what didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know going forward, now, what to expect and how to better prepare. I had several people who wanted to attend, but could not, so I'm looking forward to a fuller class next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, though, that teaching the material was a lot more draining that I anticipated!  Being the focus for 4 hours is a lot of responsibility---if anything, it gives me a lot more respect for people who do this for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to report on this since I was very proud of myself and my new venture.   I think it is a step in the right direction and that I will continue to grow my little Reiki practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out my website if you haven't already done so--it has great info on Reiki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.remedyreiki.com"&gt;Remedy Reiki Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3511463758252230514?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3511463758252230514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3511463758252230514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3511463758252230514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3511463758252230514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/03/class.html' title='Class'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/Sckeus8TUfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iqL6zgucaW0/s72-c/Reikimeaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8109988242115612545</id><published>2009-03-18T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:11:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ScE4kEAxj9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/IegAkE3gwJE/s1600-h/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ScE4kEAxj9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/IegAkE3gwJE/s320/logo_facebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314591227477331922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think Facebook can be a good thing or a bad thing---depending upon how often you use it and for what purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I found out how it can be a bad thing--not for me specifically, but for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have two friends (not JUST two friends, but you know what I mean)---both of whom I met in L.A. and at the time were BFF's with each other--born and raised in the same town, grew-up together, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short--a few years ago they had a horrible falling out.  Horrible---with one friend taking an extreme turn into a Witch with a 'B' towards the other---let's name them "M" and "A"---so A became the big "B" towards M (man this is going to get confusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so anyway...fast forward to last week.  They haven't spoken in years.  The last words between them were horrible and mean emails (mostly from A to M)  but now with Facebook they can kinda spy on each other.  However, since they are not "friends" on Facebook they don't send messages to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless...someone like myself posts a comment to which an answer is appropriate---and M responds to my comment to which A (both of them are my friends on FB, but not eachother's as I mentioned) decides this is her big opportunity to let "M" have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there is a crazy comment to my comment aimed at M--full on.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M, you're such a poser!  Why haven't you given me back my champagne flutes from my wedding?  Why are you holding on to them!  I can't believe that you did that.  You were a lousy maid of honor and a lousy friend, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  When I saw that up on my profile page I just froze.  Do I delete it and hope M never saw it?  Do I write to M to warn her?  So, I just deleted the whole thing and hoped nothing would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A emails me apologizing, but saying she had to let the "whole world" know how awful M is.  I respond nonchalantly as I don't want to stir up anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, later that night when M see's the email with the comment on it from Facebook (FB sends you status updates if you want) she calls me, twice, and leaves a message while crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her back to console her--but this is crazy.  And sad.  I have to admit, I am on M's side...A is behaving like a teenager and she's 35!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a warning, though, FB can be dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8109988242115612545?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8109988242115612545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8109988242115612545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8109988242115612545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8109988242115612545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook.html' title='Facebook---'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/ScE4kEAxj9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/IegAkE3gwJE/s72-c/logo_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-315500384653808497</id><published>2009-03-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:21:53.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Teach or not To Teach?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SbGwCOAKlMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mj5VVV7FWPQ/s1600-h/teaching_resized_300x306.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SbGwCOAKlMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mj5VVV7FWPQ/s320/teaching_resized_300x306.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310218987811542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in signs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in any extreme--I take most things with a grain of salt; however, if something keeps coming up in my life then I usually step back and ask why that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a subject come up and up and yet you keep setting it aside?  Only to have it show up in your life again?  For me, it has been teaching.  I have gone back and forth about my career choice when I graduate.  I researched different schools (private) and their method of teaching. I looked at how to get my degree in teaching, etc.  Eventually, though, the reality of how little teachers make (in many cases, less than I am now) made me put the idea of teaching back up on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it just kept showing up in my life.  I just recently learned that DU has an accelerated program for graduates to get their teaching license &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; do their student teaching &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; be ready to enter a classroom as a new teacher--in only 9 months!  I also came across the Teach For America program months ago and was really interested.  It's a paid form of volunteering for Americorps--only you teach.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://teachforamerica.org/"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;---I took it off my radar and then low and behold it shows up AGAIN.  My mom saw a whole story on it on the news in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps presenting itself, this teaching thing, so I figure, maybe I should really consider it.  I told a friend about the salary issue (as in I want to make a decent one) and she told me about some private schools that pay upwards of 60 to 70K a year! I had no idea that even existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am again...thinking, maybe I WILL do this when I graduate.  Why not, right?  So...I'll let the idea "marinate" for awhile and see what happens.  I think I will get an answer if I contemplate, meditate and pray on it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I could just check some oracle cards....like &lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsView.cfm?cardGroupID=8"&gt;THESE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though...keep me in your thoughts and prayers about this...I have always felt that if we bug God enough, he has to answer us ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-315500384653808497?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/315500384653808497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=315500384653808497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/315500384653808497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/315500384653808497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-teach-or-not-to-teach.html' title='To Teach or not To Teach?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SbGwCOAKlMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mj5VVV7FWPQ/s72-c/teaching_resized_300x306.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1890325802892188961</id><published>2009-03-02T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:05:21.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3...follow me!</title><content type='html'>So, I am really interested in who really reads and follows my blog...which sounds stupid, but it helps me to know what to put up on here (and what *not* to...tee-hee...kidding.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the great thing about blogger is they have the option of "following" blogs...if you read my blog and want to know when I put something new up (as opposed to constantly checking back) please click "follow" on the right side of the screen under my slide show.  That way, I have a better idea of who reads this--other than the zillion tweeners who find the picture I posted of "Edward Cullen" from the twilight movie in Google images and just click to see that and swoon and leave.  Seriously, have you noticed how many people have visited my blog?  Over 12,000 I think.  Not even I have that many friends---;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1890325802892188961?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1890325802892188961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1890325802892188961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1890325802892188961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1890325802892188961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/03/123follow-me.html' title='1,2,3...follow me!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6577073971386333203</id><published>2009-02-23T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:38:08.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help out!! Please--it's good for your Karma bank!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SaLP-8kNyCI/AAAAAAAAAck/TDF1IssEae0/s1600-h/Jama.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SaLP-8kNyCI/AAAAAAAAAck/TDF1IssEae0/s320/Jama.1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306031991312730146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely sister, Jama,(pictured above) has been preparing a beautiful benefit concert for Women for Women International for two years--the concert will be held next month in Manhattan at Carneige Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, with the downturn of the financial world many people have held back with giving to charities and attending benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert, appropriately entitled, "Baroque Heart" will still go on; however, Jama has kindly asked me to reach out to others who, although unable to attend the concert in person, would like to donate to the benefit:  Women For Women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY donation helps--seriously, $1, $5, $10---obviously the more the better--but this organization needs your help.  All donations benefit the Women for Women International organization  and are tax deductible!  But c'mon...you have $5 to spare, right?  To help out the cause?  I know you do....just skip the Starbucks today..besides, you'll get it back next year after you file your taxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women for Women International provides women survivors of war, civil strife and other conflicts with the tools and resources to move from crisis and poverty to stability and self-sufficiency, thereby promoting viable civil societies.  Since 1993, Women for Women International has directly assisted more than 93,000 women and has distributed nearly $32 million in direct aid and microcredit loans. It currently operates in Afghanistan, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Colombia, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Iraq, Kosovo, Nigeria, Rwanda and Sudan. www.womenforwomen.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you can find it in your heart to give to this benefit...thank you!  You can donate securely and on-line by going to the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!  Oh, and for more information about the concert itself, I have left the description of it after the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to attend the concert but would like to make a tax deductible donation? Making a contribution is easy and secure just click on the following link to donate by credit card https:&lt;a href=" https://www.fracturedatlas.org/site/contribute/donate/2099."&gt;//www.fracturedatlas.org/site/contribute/donate/2099&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Please join us for an elegant evening of Baroque music&lt;br /&gt;to benefit women survivors of war around the world ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baroque Heart&lt;br /&gt;Music of Purcell and Handel&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds benefit Women for Women International&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jāma Jandroković, Soprano&lt;br /&gt;Jory Vinikour, Harpsichord&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2009 at 7:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall&lt;br /&gt;154 West 57th Street, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soprano Jāma Jandroković, recently heard at Lincoln Center's Alice Tully Hall in a "revolutionary" performance in the contemporary stage work Five Lovers, brings her "pearly tone" to the early music repertoire at Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall for an evening of passionate Baroque songs and arias entitled Baroque Heart. Ms. Jandroković will be joined by Jory Vinikour, "an authentic poet of the harpsichord" whose "immaculate virtuosity" has partnered opera stars Cecilia Bartoli, David Daniels and Anne-Sophie von Otter. Couturier Mika Inatome, celebrated for her sumptuous haute-couture gowns, and jewelry designer Donna Distefano known for her exquisite hand-wrought, classical and medieval inspired gold works will create couture for Ms. Jandroković. Proceeds from the concert will benefit Women for Women International.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $30 -$100 with student and senior discounts available.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase tickets click here http://www.carnegiehall.org/article/box_office/events/evt_12380.html, or call the Carnegie Hall box office at  (212) 247-7800 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to attend the concert but would like to make a tax deductible donation? Making a contribution is easy and secure just click on the following link to donate by credit card https://www.fracturedatlas.org/site/contribute/donate/2099.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baroque Heart Benefit Concert is a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a non-profit arts service organization. We are grateful for the services of Fractured Atlas which allow us to receive online donations and distribute tax receipts for contributions to the Baroque Heart Benefit Concert. Contributions on behalf of the Baroque Heart Benefit Concert may be made payable to Fractured Atlas and are tax-deductible to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supporting the arts and Women survivors of war and their families around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soprano Jāma Jandroković has charmed audiences and critics with her clear, pure soprano and engaging stage presence.  A versatile interpreter of song, she is equally at ease in early music, new music, Lieder, and Broadway.  Native to the wind-swept plains of Wyoming, she has appeared in major international concert halls including Konzerthaus Berlin, The Croatian National Theater, Munich's Gasteig für Kultur, as well as New York City's Steinway Hall, Alice Tully Hall and Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall. Critics and audiences have thrilled to her artistry, delighting in her "lovely lyric soprano and gift for poetry" [New York Newsday] and praising her "appealingly sweet" [Opera News] and "clear and beautiful voice" [Glamour Magazine Germany].  www.jamajandrokovic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jory Vinikour is recognized as one of the outstanding harpsichordists of his generation. Born in Chicago, Jory came to Paris in 1990 on a scholarship from the Fulbright Foundation to study with Huguette Dreyfus and Kenneth Gilbert.  First Prizes in the International Harpsichord Competitions of Warsaw (1993) and the Prague Spring Festival (1994) brought him to the public's attention, and he has since appeared with leading orchestras and in festivals and concert series throughout much of the world.  Increasingly known as an accompanist, he has appeared extensively in recital with artists including David Daniels and Anne Sofie von Otter, with whom he recorded Music for a While for Deutsche Grammophon. www.joryvinikour.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women for Women International provides women survivors of war, civil strife and other conflicts with the tools and resources to move from crisis and poverty to stability and self-sufficiency, thereby promoting viable civil societies.  Since 1993, Women for Women International has directly assisted more than 93,000 women and has distributed nearly $32 million in direct aid and microcredit loans. It currently operates in Afghanistan, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Colombia, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Iraq, Kosovo, Nigeria, Rwanda and Sudan. www.womenforwomen.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6577073971386333203?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6577073971386333203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6577073971386333203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6577073971386333203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6577073971386333203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-out-please-its-good-for-your-karma.html' title='Help out!! Please--it&apos;s good for your Karma bank!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SaLP-8kNyCI/AAAAAAAAAck/TDF1IssEae0/s72-c/Jama.1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3889241555998957614</id><published>2009-02-12T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:38:34.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinsterhood...??  Not yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SZSkoD4xFeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/978L5AuUXlY/s1600-h/persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SZSkoD4xFeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/978L5AuUXlY/s320/persuasion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302043669467043298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been on my mind a lot lately and I figured I should might as well get it out there.  Besides, it seems to be "the elephant in the room" whenever I am around certain people  and I might as well address it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic was sparked by a conversation from my "paramour" or as I refer to him among friends, "Pseudo Boyfriend" and now just "Pseudo Steve".  Anyway,  I get this call from him this morning while at work and he declares that I have to visit to Utah.  Whhhaaat? I am a bit perplexed.  A part of me is thinking, okay, he is based out of Salt Lake (he is a pilot for Delta--he flies from Denver to his "base" as he prefers to live here) so maybe he wants me to go visit some of his pilot buddies in Park City?  Of course I was WAY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, he thinks I will have to marry a Mormon therefore to find a Mormon one must visit Utah. That's all there is to it and I won't be happy otherwise.  In retrospect this is funny, but at the moment I was offended.  He knows I love my Mormon family and friends, but I'm afraid that I would never be happy married to one. ---I know, I know, many of you think otherwise, but trust me on this one, k?   But this is not what I really want to blog about---it's the fact that my own "pseudo bf" thinks my "clock is ticking" and I need to hurry up and jump on the wedding train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of this.  I mean, I'm  28, not 48 and I have plenty of time to have kids and have a happily married life.  What is more annoying is that Steve actually told me he would marry me "in a second" if I didn't want kids.  But, I do and he doesn't so we have this bizarre situation where we are best friends with some extras and know that eventually we will part ways romantically. Fair enough. But it sucks that we have this disconnect.  However, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of this understanding he and I have, he is "looking" out for me---wanting me to be happy and comes up with stupid ideas like this.  Now, some of you are thinking, "well, if he really loved you he would...blah blah blah."   Listen.  Our relationship is far too complicated to explain here, but let's just say I have no doubt about his feelings for me, but realize he is aware of too many practical differences between us to ever make it work in a marital way--and I agree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would be lying if I said, "I don't care about getting married"  of COURSE I care.  I so want that someday--a great, successful and loving husband, maybe a couple kids and a beautiful home--however, I am NOT in husband-hunting mode nor will I jump on the "clock-ticking bandwagon" so many near-thirty women hop onto out here.  (yes, and it is only in certain parts of the country--in NYC or L.A. for example---TOTALLY different... WOMEN are closer to 40 when they marry there).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm sorting out some stuff in my life--I'm back in school to FINALLY finish my degree, I'm starting to feel more comfortable in my spirituality and I'm finally learning who Nancy is.  Not Nancy the Mormon or Nancy the youngest daughter or Nancy the black-sheep.  Just me, just Nancy--and I like what I'm discovering.  As I have explained to many, I am in a "cocoon" phase to reemerge a butterfly when I am good and ready.  That may be 1 year or 3, but when I do I think I will be in the position to attract the perfect partner--soul mate and helpmate and husband.  So, that's my story.  That's why I am NOT pursuing dating or "getting out there" or joining match.com...I'm just doing my own thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that suits me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note--my bf texted me a hilarious incident that occurred to her while she went inside her office building.  While entering the door she came across a very handsome young man and smiled, however, as the door opened a huge gust of wind assaulted her and managed to blow open her wrap dress to reveal her semi-nakedness to aforementioned hot guy.  Awesome.  Embarrassing, but hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3889241555998957614?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3889241555998957614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3889241555998957614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3889241555998957614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3889241555998957614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/spinsterhood-not-yet.html' title='Spinsterhood...??  Not yet.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SZSkoD4xFeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/978L5AuUXlY/s72-c/persuasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-894659800738402653</id><published>2009-02-05T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:57:21.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I had a trainer come in to help Bo-Bo become more "balanced" and therefore more happy (=I'm happier,too).  The trainer is Tracy and she has trained under Cesar Milan's direct protege's and knows her stuff!  She also owns a great Doggie Daycare in the Denver area--you can learn more about her and her training&lt;a href="http://www.the-big-backyard.com/training.html"&gt; HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she came to my apartment last Saturday and despite Bo-Bo flipping out and barking at her she got him in-line in less than a minute.  I was very impressed. From there she told me he was *not* aggressive by nature, but fearful.  If he was an aggressive dog he would never have let her enter the threshold of my apartment in the first place.  That was great to hear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on to explain that dogs only have four options when it comes to facing a "challenge" (i.e. training they don't want, an adversary, etc):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Avoidance (like cowering away, covering eyes with paws)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Submission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, you want your dog to submit, but oftentimes they will put up a front with one of the other above options--Bo-Bo tends to choose fighting when it comes to other dogs.  So, my challenge is to train him to submit rather than fight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and I went to a local dog park to be around other dogs---he go aggressive, but after time and many corrections, he submitted and just ignored them.  I was thrilled!  However, it is a work in progress and I have to keep socializing him and correcting him when he misbehaves until it becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, though, barking has gone down significantly and he is easier to control.  We're not all the way there yet, but will be with enough practice of daily exercise (minimum of 45 minutes), discipline and then affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little guy so I'm in it for the long haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step?  Buying a cheapie treadmill off of craigslist and putting Bo-Bo on it for 30 minutes a day on top of our regular walks.  Hopefully that will burn some of his energy so he'll be more tired and therefore more submissive in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.  To be continued...and now for your viewing pleasure, one of my favorite clips of the dog whisper!  Have fun! (sorry about the commercial beforehand, but you can skip it when the option pops up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="240" src="http://www.spike.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2779878" allowfullscreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px; background-color: #000; width: 448px; padding: 3px 0; color: #fff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video/dog-whisperer-dog/2779878" style="color: #ffcc35; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;Dog Whisperer - The Dog Whisperer - Pinky and the Brain&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/channel/movies" style="color: #ffcc35"&gt;Movies &amp; TV&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/" style="color: #ffcc35"&gt;SPIKE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-894659800738402653?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/894659800738402653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=894659800738402653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/894659800738402653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/894659800738402653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/training-day.html' title='Training Day'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6940343068415358691</id><published>2009-01-29T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:07:31.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SYHR8DostOI/AAAAAAAAAak/MgwuAWnM8I8/s1600-h/axbo_actie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SYHR8DostOI/AAAAAAAAAak/MgwuAWnM8I8/s400/axbo_actie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745466462778594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.  Always sleepy--and I'm sick of it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a morning person nor have I ever been. To make matter worse-- since I've moved I have to wake up even *earlier* to get to work at a reasonable hour.  Part of the problem is that I require much more sleep than the average adult--it takes 9 to 10 hours makes me happy.  However, that never really happens on weeknights--as I am sure we are all to aware.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even assuming that I *could* get that much sleep there is still another problem I run into: I am consistently woken up by my alarm in the middle of a dream.  Why is this a problem?  Well, for those who are not aware, when were are actively dreaming we are in the middle of a REM cycle--the deepest part of it--and when we are roused during a dream we are forced out of that deep dreamy world--hence we are more drowsy than if we were awakened during lighter parts of our sleep cycle.  Make sense?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that modern science has found a cure of sorts by designing some alarm clocks that  actually monitor your sleep pattern (through wrist bands) and wake you when you are NOT in a deep slumber--therefore you wake up more refreshed.  Pretty cool idea.  You can check out the websites to these little devices by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.sleeptracker.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com.&lt;br /&gt;/2006/01/23/axbo-alarm-clock-wakes-you-when-youre-ready/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L93V1sniTT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L93V1sniTT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't I buy the clock and then problem solved, right?  Um, no.  Did you take a look at the price tags on these beauties?  The cheapest is $150!  That is like 3.5 mani/pedi's, 4 meals out or 2 massages with tip! Alas, it will just have to go on my wish list and when I get tired enough I will buy the silly thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night!  (not really---the day is just starting but it seemed like a cool way to end the post...tee hee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6940343068415358691?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6940343068415358691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6940343068415358691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6940343068415358691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6940343068415358691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-tired.html' title='So Tired---'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SYHR8DostOI/AAAAAAAAAak/MgwuAWnM8I8/s72-c/axbo_actie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4238394733984358280</id><published>2009-01-25T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:38:01.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved In---ish</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the big day---and thanks to my brothers, some nephews and my folks' help---I was able to get everything moved in---even the animals (how I fondly refer to my cat, Aria, and dog, Bo-Bo).  Needless to say--it was not fun, but it was done in time for me to spend a few hours unpacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria, understandably, was freaked out most of the day and hid in closets and behind other various items.  Finally, though, around 7 PM I coaxed her out of her hiding space (er...well, picked her up and took her out of the space) and she has been acting normal ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo-bo has been fine---loving all the extra space and growling at people walking by the door.  Lovely.  Thankfully, the dog-whisperer of Denver (aka Tracy) is coming next Saturday to help with that.  I asked my nephews if they wanted to come over to be the guinea pigs--since Bo-Bo seems to like to bark at them soo much.  Sorry, guys!  He really is sweet deep down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he knew I was writing about him..Bo-Bo just started barking at the neighbors and their screaming child, went into their apartment next door.  So much for making a good impression...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so far so good with the unpacking---starting to find places for most things and found some stuff I haven't seen in YEARS.  I am going to donate some clothes and chuck some other unwanted crap I've been hauling around for years--so good work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the first day taking the lightrail to work.  That will be interesting---I just hope I can get up in time to arrive at the office at a reasonable hour---seeing as I am usually 20 minutes late to work every day as is (don't worry, I stay late to make up the time....;-)) the definition of "on-time" is debatable---but I'm going to aim for being to work no later than 8:10---  what?  I'm just so NOT a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm SOOOO happy to have more room!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great start to the new year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4238394733984358280?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4238394733984358280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4238394733984358280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4238394733984358280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4238394733984358280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved-in-ish.html' title='Moved In---ish'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6521476393545690548</id><published>2009-01-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:21:48.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Yep, the day is approaching--technically I am in two leases right now--one with my old apartment until January 31st and one with my new apartment as of January 17th.  Now, its just a matter of moving all my stuff from my old apartment into my new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved about 10 boxes yesterday--but really, that was NOTHING.  I can't believe how much crap I've accumulated.  I will let out a long sigh of relief once this move is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been stressful with starting DU AND the moving thing, but DU is going pretty well!  Lucky for me I am not the only math clueless woman in my two math classes and think I might actually come out of this class with a B.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the moving.  With all this changing of location I have come to realize what I will miss about my old apartment/neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The nail salon across the street with the nice, but slightly overly-personal Vietnamese nail technicians---they do a great job, but oftentimes like to point out my foot-flaws:  "Oh, nail too short--why nail so short?  You bite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I DON'T bite my toenails, eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The proximity to work and downtown.  25 minutes WALKING to work or 10 minutes by bus/car.  Can't beat that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The random dog biscuits consistently left on the bus bench for the delight of dog-walker's pooches as they pass by.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The neighborhood pet store boutique/Metaphysical store.  Seriously, what an odd combination---but it WORKS---love that store---love that I can buy some Reiki-charged candles to meditate with and a box of kibble. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The proximity to Cheeseman Park--like 6 blocks away!  It is wonderful in summer to take Bo-Bo on a short walk to such a beautiful area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the reality check---What I WON'T miss about my apartment/neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The fact that I can hear people peeing and or showering as I walk down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The fact that I have to turn off certain lights in my apartment when running the microwave in order to prevent shorting a fuse.  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm all for historical aspects---but these 1930s dated sinks in the bathroom are a pain in the you know what.  They have separate hot and cold water faucets---total hassle to wash your face with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The constantly leaking bathtub faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The fact that it's a freaking studio!  Enough!  I need space to breathe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--looking forward to Saturday when the folks are coming down (and a couple of my brothers) to move all the BIG stuff so I can get the heck out of this darn apartment and into my new one-bedroom.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6521476393545690548?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6521476393545690548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6521476393545690548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6521476393545690548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6521476393545690548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8963630803094338387</id><published>2009-01-10T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:34:48.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/video/video.php?v=56502074151&amp;ref=nf"&gt;Watch this!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8963630803094338387?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8963630803094338387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8963630803094338387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8963630803094338387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8963630803094338387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-words.html' title='Two Words:'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2502785271291616226</id><published>2009-01-08T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:29:21.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rescue</title><content type='html'>Never a boring day at work--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY3KhU2O8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I4J-DUhwz5s/s1600-h/elevator-original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY3KhU2O8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I4J-DUhwz5s/s400/elevator-original.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975466277256130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our annual office "All-Hands" Party (we forgo the Holiday party in lieu of one after December).  So, after work, a group of us were all leaving to head over to the hotel the party was being held at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when the elevator button dinged and we all climbed aboard.  There were 12 of us total.  11 of us were already packed in and then we moved a bit to let victim number 12 aboard---after which I said, "Well, let's hope we don't get stuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator gods must have heard me and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cruise down 29 floors and right between the plaza and lobby level our elevator car screeches to a halt.  We all freeze---for a moment we're puzzled.  Next, we start getting a bit nervous as the elevator does not move.  So, we do what any other technologically advanced group of engineers (and me &amp; my friend, Cassie who is an accountant) does---whip out a cell phone and personally call the Property Management Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short---nearly 30 Minutes! later we are rescued by some hot firemen.  Seriously, though...there were some total hotties!  And I was able to live out my damsel in distress fantasy as I insisted I be pulled out of the elevator (we were below a floor so we couldn't just walk out)by the hottest firefighter (well he was the one helping people out anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we, all equipped with camera phones and digital cameras--took pictures of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am posting them here for your pleasure.  Don't be alarmed, though..I look horrible in most of them as I was caught mid speech in a few or off-guard.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and enjoy the picture of the hot fire fighter--he is the one that pulled me out of the elevator!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY31CIYHGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBgrWu0XnoM/s1600-h/elevator2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY31CIYHGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rBgrWu0XnoM/s400/elevator2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976196637826146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY3035C1dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RBYa1L3H3vw/s1600-h/elevator3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY3035C1dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RBYa1L3H3vw/s400/elevator3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976193889162706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY30pWA-xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LzLG0xcTIWA/s1600-h/rescue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY30pWA-xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LzLG0xcTIWA/s400/rescue1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976189984144146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY30ZjZLVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zRHrSnecwZM/s1600-h/firefighter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY30ZjZLVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zRHrSnecwZM/s400/firefighter+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976185745288530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2502785271291616226?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2502785271291616226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2502785271291616226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2502785271291616226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2502785271291616226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/rescue.html' title='The Rescue'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWY3KhU2O8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I4J-DUhwz5s/s72-c/elevator-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1098993000464539792</id><published>2009-01-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:35:00.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWOHUyprQvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kwbVsQg6QeY/s1600-h/img-auraria-unf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWOHUyprQvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kwbVsQg6QeY/s400/img-auraria-unf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288219178726802162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official--I'm relocating to a new part of "Denver" as of the end of this month.  I put Denver in quotation marks because the place I'm moving to is technically Denver, but all the places around it are listed as Aurora---I think the apartment complex struck up a deal with the postal service to have their address listed as Denver even though it's really Aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, though, it's just the tip of Aurora and a nice area actually---so hopefully it won't even be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited!  After over 2 years of living in a freaking closet-sized studio I am now going to be in a nice one bedroom (725 square feet) that even has a large balcony and direct views of the mountains.  Oh, and a dishwasher!! Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the place I am moving to: &lt;a href="http://www.axis9mile.com/"&gt; Axis At Nine Mile Apartments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A laundry room on every floor&lt;br /&gt;- A trash shoot on every floor (no need to lug the garbage down the elevator)&lt;br /&gt;- An indoor &amp; out door pool&lt;br /&gt;- Brand new fitness room (in my building, too!)&lt;br /&gt;- Enclosed dog park&lt;br /&gt;- Racquetball &amp; tennis courts&lt;br /&gt;- Billiards &amp; Movie/Common Room&lt;br /&gt;- Wood burning fireplace (in my apartment!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this place, too, because it is just a hop, skip and a jump from the light rail (Nine Mile Station, duh) and from there I can catch a train just 3 blocks from my office as well as one that goes to DU. I can also connect to the line that goes to Park Meadows Mall and to the station near my brother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, AND it's near Cherry Creek Reservoir as well as some great bike paths (not that I own a bike, but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also caddy-corner to King Soopers-- so I don't necessarily need a car (although I plan on getting one this year...maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to a change as I am sure my lovely pets are--we need space--and I hate to admit it, but I'm excited to finally close the door on a bedroom so that my cat, Aria, doesn't jump on the bed in the middle of the night and start attacking my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new year and a new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1098993000464539792?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1098993000464539792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1098993000464539792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1098993000464539792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1098993000464539792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official-im-relocating-to-new-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SWOHUyprQvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kwbVsQg6QeY/s72-c/img-auraria-unf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5247790814767948882</id><published>2008-12-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:07:49.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fowler Family Fun</title><content type='html'>So my Dad just emailed the "gang" pics of our Sunday Fowler Family Christmas Extravaganza!!  Anyway, every freaking picture of me in the group of photos made me look either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crazy or "not all there"&lt;br /&gt;2. Rounder than in real life "RTIRL?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYic7GMnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_FM7V4H8nEs/s1600-h/batteries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYic7GMnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_FM7V4H8nEs/s400/batteries.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283030818040984178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This photo was taken after I opened my white elephant gift to find that Patrick had given me...(drum roll please) batteries.  Yep, 8 AA batteries--new, of course, but really, Patty?  Batteries?  (everyone else found it to be hilarious). You can see the look I am giving him...lol. In the end, he actually stole them back and I ended up with a fuzzy pen.  Ah, the joy of the white-elephant gift exchange!!)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  It's just annoying when pics don't turn out very flattering--I don't think I'm heavy (I'm a size 4 for goodness sake--but pictures of me sometimes make me want to run to the next treadmill and stay on it for an hour or two.  Whatever...I'm just going to blame the images on bad angles and poor lighting and not obsess.  Well, not much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEZ1xZNYHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ty6S1vlU30/s1600-h/nancyxmas083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEZ1xZNYHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ty6S1vlU30/s400/nancyxmas083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283032249465135218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some photos:  Of nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters, in-laws and my folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for those out there that know what &lt;a href="http://www.ghoststudy.com/a_what_are_orbs.html"&gt;"orbs"&lt;/a&gt; are--there was a huge one in a group photo and then a few other ones scattered out.  Maybe a passed away relative wanted in on the fun?  Or, it could be a bit of dust...not sure...but still...kinda cool to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYxyaWzqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JmAfj80r4hA/s1600-h/Familywithghosts2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYxyaWzqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JmAfj80r4hA/s400/Familywithghosts2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283031081507278498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYxOC6Z8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/fSFCSRLguIc/s1600-h/Familywithghost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYxOC6Z8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/fSFCSRLguIc/s400/Familywithghost.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283031071745271746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYw9ROCmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/06oPrleX3dg/s1600-h/zoieegracjake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYw9ROCmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/06oPrleX3dg/s400/zoieegracjake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283031067241876066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYwwMShlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Prs9kZM7Avk/s1600-h/daveandreaaustinxmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYwwMShlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Prs9kZM7Avk/s400/daveandreaaustinxmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283031063731537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEa0aW5xwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h693WBDAjUE/s1600-h/Momandreaxmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEa0aW5xwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h693WBDAjUE/s400/Momandreaxmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283033325613205250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEa0Wr4pxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tM8PLon0hvk/s1600-h/theniecesxmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEa0Wr4pxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tM8PLon0hvk/s400/theniecesxmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283033324627470098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5247790814767948882?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5247790814767948882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5247790814767948882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5247790814767948882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5247790814767948882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/fowler-family-fun.html' title='Fowler Family Fun'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SVEYic7GMnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_FM7V4H8nEs/s72-c/batteries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1921924328087674994</id><published>2008-12-17T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:07:18.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aria &amp; Bo-Bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUqNlhuBmvI/AAAAAAAAATs/K0NFl9L-XDg/s1600-h/AriaXmas083.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUqNlhuBmvI/AAAAAAAAATs/K0NFl9L-XDg/s320/AriaXmas083.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281189188891417330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkwULOsJYI/AAAAAAAAATk/lL91080oKNg/s1600-h/AriaXmas084.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkwULOsJYI/AAAAAAAAATk/lL91080oKNg/s320/AriaXmas084.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805161238537602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkvjr4ll5I/AAAAAAAAATc/VOI_MSaeebs/s1600-h/BoBofeather08.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkvjr4ll5I/AAAAAAAAATc/VOI_MSaeebs/s320/BoBofeather08.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804328190613394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are some recent pics of Aria and Bo-Bo--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkqzArfDcI/AAAAAAAAATM/bpzjEZFixoY/s1600-h/Aria08.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUkqzArfDcI/AAAAAAAAATM/bpzjEZFixoY/s320/Aria08.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280799093912702402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I have had a bit more time on my hands, lately?  Well, I'm done with school until January and am realizing how much time it took up...it's kinda nice to have a break.  So, I've been able to post more...Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1921924328087674994?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1921924328087674994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1921924328087674994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1921924328087674994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1921924328087674994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/aria-bo-bo.html' title='Aria &amp; Bo-Bo'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUqNlhuBmvI/AAAAAAAAATs/K0NFl9L-XDg/s72-c/AriaXmas083.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2921025924269824997</id><published>2008-12-16T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:58:12.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April 2007 with "fake" puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUgkKpeEFmI/AAAAAAAAATE/qt_WVJBci2k/s1600-h/Nancy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUgkKpeEFmI/AAAAAAAAATE/qt_WVJBci2k/s320/Nancy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280510328441149026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUgkKcHydRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/my3oFMN1iLQ/s1600-h/NancyXmas08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUgkKcHydRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/my3oFMN1iLQ/s320/NancyXmas08+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280510324858058002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and December 2008 with the "real" puppy....I like my real puppy dog, Bo-Bo the best...;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2921025924269824997?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2921025924269824997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2921025924269824997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2921025924269824997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2921025924269824997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUgkKpeEFmI/AAAAAAAAATE/qt_WVJBci2k/s72-c/Nancy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8037464496678814345</id><published>2008-12-16T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:41:38.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUfmfno8FNI/AAAAAAAAASk/wmu_emD6DDo/s1600-h/header2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUfmfno8FNI/AAAAAAAAASk/wmu_emD6DDo/s320/header2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280442519006221522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday I felt sick most of the day.  This, of course, was my own fault as I forgot to take a prescription I have been on for years...and when I skip a day or two I start feeling horrible.  Anyway, I forgot to take it Saturday and Sunday (not on purpose) and so yesterday, I felt ill.  So when I got home from work I essentially just ate dinner and then went straight to bed.  It took forEVER to fall asleep, but once I finally did I found myself in the midst of a dream I have been having for over a year now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream varies in content, but it always takes place at UVSC (which is now UVU) in Orem, UT.  In these dreams I am always in class or on the way to class, etc. .  This time I was in a math class, which makes sense since I'm dreading next quarter where I am taking 2 math classes (at Denver University).  Anyway, I am just trying to figure out why I keep having this dream over and over again.  Do I still have unfinished business there?  Does UVSC represent something that I am trying to relive?  It's starting to get annoying---if I only I knew WHY I was having this dream then maybe I could do something about it--obviously my psyche is trying to tell me something...but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8037464496678814345?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8037464496678814345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8037464496678814345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8037464496678814345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8037464496678814345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream.html' title='To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SUfmfno8FNI/AAAAAAAAASk/wmu_emD6DDo/s72-c/header2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1504147883886288768</id><published>2008-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:34:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twilight Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Andrea, this one is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svQIZLsxoF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svQIZLsxoF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1504147883886288768?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1504147883886288768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1504147883886288768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1504147883886288768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1504147883886288768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-before-christmas.html' title='A Twilight Before Christmas'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7851102501616624400</id><published>2008-12-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:57:37.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Time</title><content type='html'>So, I was listening to Alice 105.9 (one of my favorite morning shows in Denver) this morning and they were asking everyone what their all-time most favorite and most memorable Christmas present as a child was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun to post mine on here and then ask others to post theirs as well (in the comments section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my "top two" all-time favorite Christmas toys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse Talking Phone---it was awesome!  You would dial a number and different messages were heard on the receiver end--it was like a real working phone (well, for a 4 year old it was close as I was getting to one).  &lt;br /&gt;Here is a commercial for it I found on you tube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0PAVZJhtx8"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STf8Rl86LrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9BO169m5XxQ/s1600-h/mickeymousephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STf8Rl86LrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9BO169m5XxQ/s400/mickeymousephone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962867663384242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second all-time greatest toy ever was my cabbage patch doll (of course!)--Actually, it was two of them--one had blond hair and the other red.  They were name Mande and Holly and had birth certificates and everything. I adored those dolls and think my mom has them stored away somewhere still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STf94vIferI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iX7lGYXsIio/s1600-h/cabkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STf94vIferI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iX7lGYXsIio/s400/cabkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275964639654410930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what was your favorite Christmas toy!!  Post it on the comments section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7851102501616624400?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7851102501616624400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7851102501616624400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7851102501616624400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7851102501616624400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/toy-time.html' title='Toy Time'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STf8Rl86LrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9BO169m5XxQ/s72-c/mickeymousephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4825831279873761018</id><published>2008-11-29T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:25:51.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Mom &amp; Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHrmZMaxHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k3cOeURcToQ/s1600-h/picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHrmZMaxHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k3cOeURcToQ/s400/picnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274255683458090098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture of Mom dishing out food to all 6 of her kids (I'm the one with the hat, with the red hair peeking out, my back is to the camera)--this was taken in the 80s (1985?) at City Park across from the Zoo in Denver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is usual with me, I got into some &lt;a href="http://www.deepthoughtsbyjackhandey.com/"&gt;"deep thoughts"&lt;/a&gt; this evening as I was doing laundry.  First off, I hate doing laundry--not because it's housework but rather because I don't have my own washer and dryer (something I curse each time I do my laundry) so I am forced to use one in the basement of my apartment complex.  Of course, I'm glad I don't have to lug my bags of dirty clothes across the street to a laundromat, however, I hate finding random, stiff hairs every now and again on top of the dryer downstairs.  Eeew.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my deep thinking---I have been writing all freaking day for my Women's Studies course and have been reading about women all over the world and our different circumstances.  Frankly, it's depressing--and anyone who says otherwise has obviously not taken a Women's Studies course...we women have been through a lot!  And our mother's mothers, man, did not have it easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHpr55XRvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8zMfXiE8OCE/s1600-h/Mommejame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHpr55XRvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8zMfXiE8OCE/s320/Mommejame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274253579112630002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Picture of my sister, Jama &amp; me (the baby with the red fuzz on her head and my Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it got me thinking about how grateful I am for my mom--  Really in awe of her in someways.  Now, I've always been grateful for my mom (perhaps not as much as I should have been when I was growing up, but I was naive and stupid at that time...duh.)  But now that I am "grown-up" (more in some ways than others) I am finally seeing the bigger picture.  Heck, I am having a hard enough time supporting myself and "the animals"  (how I lovingly refer to my cat and dog...I realize I am just two cats away from becoming a bit creepy---again, I digress)and at my age my mom already had two kids and husband to worry about.  I don't know how she did it---and then to eventually have SIX KIDS....!  How on earth did she manage to give us a Christmas every year?  And not only that we all took some kind of music lesson (I took piano for 6 and flute for 4--although you would never know it now...lol).  And of course we all had proper swimming lessons at the local pool.  All this on two teacher's salaries--two teacher's in WYOMING--wow.  My mom told me a few years ago that when I was quite small they were worried about possibly losing the house, but we never ever knew it.  Grant it, I did have a lot of hand me downs, but I was the youngest of the girls and loved all the clothes I got from it.  And yes, there were some things I didn't get to do simply because the funds were not there, but overall, I had a good childhood and got to do a lot of what I wanted.  I will always be grateful for my parents giving me that in spite of not being very well-off.  The irony of course is that my parents started making pretty decent money AFTER I moved out...something which irked me at the time, but now I think it is a reward for their efforts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHpkUiPkoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SvCGMVP-fJw/s1600-h/Mom%26Dad%26Jame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHpkUiPkoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SvCGMVP-fJw/s320/Mom%26Dad%26Jame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274253448824459906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom &amp; Dad and Jama way back in the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what I was thinking about today---I think we should all take a step back and say a prayer of gratitude for our Mom's and Dad's--they did their best and we're lucky they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4825831279873761018?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4825831279873761018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4825831279873761018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4825831279873761018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4825831279873761018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-mom-dad.html' title='Thanks, Mom &amp; Dad...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/STHrmZMaxHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k3cOeURcToQ/s72-c/picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7828737204313995951</id><published>2008-11-23T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:05:42.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mishaps and Hauntings</title><content type='html'>A few things of note this week--well of interest I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Mishaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening  this week I was preparing to meditate as I do each evening.  Before I do so I usually light some candles and read my intention card that gives me some focus while I meditate.  I usually light the candles first, read the card and then place it near the lighted candles and go off to a corner of my room to meditate with my mantra beads (mala).  Well, this time I lit the candles, read my card and proceeded to put the card back by the candles, but at the same time a picture I have behind the candles (of an angel) fell down on top of the candles---I grabbed it in time so it did not catch on fire, but in the next moment my intention card fell down on the candles as well and caught on fire.  I started blowing it out and finally it went out, but only after a small portion of it burned--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I'm including this mishap in my blog, but it made me laugh--when you're trying to do something to better yourself and on a spiritual level and then something like a card catching on fire interrupts it--well, it just made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the time when I was at Young Women's Camp ages ago and we were having a testimony meeting (a meeting where you can stand up and bear your testimony about the truthfulness of the church).  Anyway, we all had candles during this meeting and some of the girls were holding Kleenexes under them to catch the drippings.  Well, while some girl was bearing her testimony one of my table mate's candles was down to almost the wick and then suddenly the Kleenex underneath the candle caught on fire.  In shock, she just placed the lit Kleenex (to our dismay) on the table we were sitting at. Well, the fire kept getting bigger and bigger--the Kleenex totally  engulfed in flames at this point.  Finally, my friend Kimball jumped up on the table and stamped it out--in the middle of someone's testimony.  It was shocking and hilarious all in the same moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Haunting portion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSns4ka8mQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/raDshVx7ft0/s1600-h/ghosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSns4ka8mQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/raDshVx7ft0/s400/ghosts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005295407405314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I was waiting in my apartment for my parents to arrive (we were going to my niece's and nephew's piano recital) I suddenly heard what can only be referred to as a "disembodied voice" that said, "Help me."  It sounded like a woman in distress and was eerie to say the least.  My first reaction was to walk outside into the hallway to see if one of my neighbors had said it and needed help.  I even leaned against one of the apartment doors to see if I could hear anything.  Nothing.  So, my next thought was--it must be a ghost (don't laugh!) but seriously--I couldn't think of anything else.  No t.v.'s were blasting, no radios were in the background--nothing else made sense to me.  Besides, last week my puppy, Beau literally was barking at nothing--but only at one focused spot.  He doesn't bark for no reason at all so I thought maybe he saw something I couldn't.  So I &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-smudging.htm"&gt;"smudged"&lt;/a&gt; the room with some sage and said a prayer to clear the room of any spirits that were lingering behind (laugh, if you want, but I believe in this stuff) and then he stopped.  My conclusion is maybe my apartment complex is haunted?  Or was haunted?  Anyway, I would be interested in hearing others "paranormal experiences"--just leave it on the comments below this post.  I'm sure we'd all be interested--I know I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7828737204313995951?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7828737204313995951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7828737204313995951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7828737204313995951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7828737204313995951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-mishaps-and-hauntings.html' title='Of Mishaps and Hauntings'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSns4ka8mQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/raDshVx7ft0/s72-c/ghosts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8465888985996275587</id><published>2008-11-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:00:12.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Juice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSGxJ98bDGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NWzOEltnUAc/s1600-h/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSGxJ98bDGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NWzOEltnUAc/s400/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687823805123682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I am confronted, albeit kindly, by one of my co-workers in regards to the juice we stock at the office.   We have been stocking cans of juice rather than the plastic bottles we used to have and my previously mentioned co-worker insists that the "new juice" is actually chocked full of sugar and carbs whereas the other juice we carried was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to think to myself..."I know the juice is the same...nothing is added to it" but I still follow him back to the beverages in the kitchen.  We open the door to the plethora of drinks and he pulls out a grape juice.  He immediatiatley points to the carbs, sugars, etc. listed on the bottle.  I smile to myself and point at the ingredients list:  Filtered Water, Grape Juice Concentrate, Absorbic Acid (Vitamin C) and some Calcium additive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it was just as I thought--same as the others--NO added sugar.  It's surprising to me how little people know about nutrition and the contents of what they put in their own bodies.  I was naive for awhile, too, but now make an effort to be aware of these things.  Juice is full of natural sugars--sometimes more than soda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is some information about the juices we drink--might as well give the kids a soda for all the sugar you're putting into them:  (Click on the link!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hookedonjuice.com/"&gt;Juice Facts Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of shocking actually--but it's all fact. Something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8465888985996275587?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8465888985996275587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8465888985996275587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8465888985996275587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8465888985996275587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth-about-juice.html' title='The Truth About Juice...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SSGxJ98bDGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NWzOEltnUAc/s72-c/juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5889159147423705170</id><published>2008-11-13T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:28:36.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic-</title><content type='html'>Do you ever come across pictures of people and just stop and stare.  Not staring like, "Wow, he/she's hot" but more like , "Wow.  I am speechless--this guy is really...um...unique." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy found me on facebook since we are both members of a group about Huna (Hawaiian Shamanism). Anyway, the guy writes really smart stuff on the subject, but the guy himself is definitely a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here it is...at the risk of him checking my blog and being aghast--here he is in all his glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRy4Dmmn6KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRjujMlp3ng/s1600-h/vincehuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRy4Dmmn6KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRjujMlp3ng/s400/vincehuna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288036158302370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5889159147423705170?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5889159147423705170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5889159147423705170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5889159147423705170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5889159147423705170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/classic.html' title='Classic-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRy4Dmmn6KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRjujMlp3ng/s72-c/vincehuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2293913739745158863</id><published>2008-11-13T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:46:34.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRxZE7CmLII/AAAAAAAAAOI/LcbNSbS2jHg/s1600-h/twcLogoIndex3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 60px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRxZE7CmLII/AAAAAAAAAOI/LcbNSbS2jHg/s400/twcLogoIndex3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268183605219568770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been long--I mean just long.  And it's only Thursday!!  And, I had Monday off!  For those of you who DON'T work 9-5--count your blessings on that one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the issue is the fact that there is one person in the office that really irks me.  I am trying to figure out a way to just let it go--let it be, but haven't found my serenity yet--I am in the process of finding it I suppose.  What does someone do in a situation like this and how do you not let that person get to you?  I'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a bit overwhelmed:  I'm transferring to the University of Denver and have to finish a whole list of items for that.  Private schools don't mess around--I have a 3 hour conference--THREE HOURS--next week with the adviser.  I have to have letters of recommendation, an essay, and other nonsense.  Don't misunderstand me--it will be worth it to graduate from such a prestigious school, but the work in the meantime is a bit annoying.  Oh--and don't forget I am still IN school--at Metro State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a rundown of what is on my list (above and beyond what I just mentioned) ... maybe I can get some sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do (2 Weeks deadline--roughly--some  a bit longer time frame to complete):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find Monologue for Acting Class&lt;br /&gt;-Memorize Monologue&lt;br /&gt;-Perform said Monologue&lt;br /&gt;-See Play&lt;br /&gt;-Write 3-5 Page Analysis on Play&lt;br /&gt;-Write 2 10- Page Papers for my Women's Studies Course&lt;br /&gt;-Write 3-Page Paper on a Woman's Event for Women's Studies Course&lt;br /&gt;-Answer 14 questions (each answer at least 1/2 page long) regarding sections of&lt;br /&gt; Women's Studies text.&lt;br /&gt;-Write 3-Page Essay for Native American History Course&lt;br /&gt;-Have All credits from Metro State transferred to D.U.&lt;br /&gt;-Have All credits from BYU transferred to D.U.&lt;br /&gt;-Have All credits for UVU transferred to D.U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick.  I will get it done though!  Seems a bit daunting, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm waiting on my website to be up and running for my new business and am finding that it takes effort to get people in the door--and Denver is a pretty forward-thinking city!  However, I think with all Reiki practices--you have to gain trust and then they will come :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send good vibes my way, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2293913739745158863?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2293913739745158863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2293913739745158863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2293913739745158863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2293913739745158863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week-has-been-long-i-mean-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRxZE7CmLII/AAAAAAAAAOI/LcbNSbS2jHg/s72-c/twcLogoIndex3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2653089653914731265</id><published>2008-11-09T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:19:26.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Count Your Many Blessings Name Them One by One..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRcbNVYdOII/AAAAAAAAAOA/95CoQgjMQeo/s1600-h/blessings+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRcbNVYdOII/AAAAAAAAAOA/95CoQgjMQeo/s400/blessings+pic.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266708205125056642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been in a weird mood this past weekend.  Friday was my 28th birthday (please, no need to remind me how close I am to 30--I've heard it a zillion times already!)  and on Monday we have the day off from work (our office takes off Veteran's Day but since it was a Tuesday we decided to have Monday be the day to celebrate it to offer everyone a 3 day weekend.)--so I headed to Cheyenne to "chill out" for a few days.  It's nice to visit my parents because they essentially take care of me and I can relax.  On Friday evening, though, I felt really sick so just went to bed early after I arrived in Chey-town.  Saturday was fun--went shopping with Mom and got some cute stuff at Kohl's and Victoria's Secret.  Still, went to bed pretty early.  Beau has been having the time of his life, though!  He loves the big back yard and was litterally running in circles as fast as he could for several minutes at a time.  Unforutnatley, he keeps barking at Dad, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this brings us to Sunday--my last day for visitng as I plan on heading back this afternoon.  For some reason I'm kind of down...not because I'm going back to Denver, but in general.  In cases like that I think it's a good idea to "count your blessings" so I figured what a great blog entry--broadcast it to the world, right?  So here are a few things I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My loving parents--who love me in spite of me :-)&lt;br /&gt;2.  My sweet puppy, Beau.  Oh, he can be naughty, but he looks cute doing it!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Aria--that kittie is a blessing from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;4.  A good job--even though it is not a dream job--it pays the bills and I get to work with great people.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My own apartment--shelter is a good thing to be grateful for!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Obama.&lt;br /&gt;7.  An education&lt;br /&gt;8.  Friends.&lt;br /&gt;9.  The ability to afford braces---perfect smile here I come!&lt;br /&gt;10. Forgiveness--the ability to do it and for others who have forgiven me of my nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;11. And of course--God.  Don't know who he is or where he is, but I know he is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2653089653914731265?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2653089653914731265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2653089653914731265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2653089653914731265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2653089653914731265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/daily-gratitude.html' title='&quot;Count Your Many Blessings Name Them One by One...&quot;'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SRcbNVYdOII/AAAAAAAAAOA/95CoQgjMQeo/s72-c/blessings+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3483182913330953991</id><published>2008-11-09T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:00:04.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun little quiz for all you TWILIGHTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" width="200" border ="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=" Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun little 3 minute quiz...I'm really looking forward to the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3483182913330953991?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3483182913330953991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3483182913330953991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3483182913330953991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3483182913330953991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-little-quiz-for-all-you-twilighters.html' title='Fun little quiz for all you TWILIGHTERS'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6390196807907331678</id><published>2008-11-05T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:13:05.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqoFwZUp5vc"&gt;OBAMA'S ACCEPTANCE SPEECH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to be allowed a few seconds of, "I told you so" and all that now that Obama is the new President Elect.  These are exciting times!  It's sad that so many people can't seem to see all the good things this will bring to pass.  And, on many of the issues that certain religions are a little bit crazy about (Namely gay marriage, abortion and stem-cell research), well Obama is surprisingly conservative and agreed with McCain on 2 of the 3--do your research, people!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-ed-obamacain8-2008jun08,0,543931.story"&gt;LA TIMES ARTICLE ON SIMILARITIES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama isn't some crazy liberal--he has a lot of the same values as a lot of conservatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am happy that he is Pro-Choice simply because I think that he as a man shouldn't even have a say with what a woman does to her own body (unless it was his wife or daughter).  I think in this respect, women who are even AGAINST abortion, can be Pro-Choice and have a guiltless conscience.  This is why:  Women who are against it--can choose never to have one themselves and to help other women see  what other options they have in those types of difficult situations--but  should let other women, if need be, make the choice if it is right for them.  I do believe the Bible says something about not judging lest ye be judged?  To each her own--do what is right for you, but don't force that on someone else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I overheard two women on the bus discussing this exact thing.  They were BOTH Pro-Choice but one was adamantly against abortion for herself and her own, but believed women should have the right to choose.  Something to think about.  I think it's a matter or principle--don't take away people's rights.  I think that is fair.  There is a whole other side to this debate (can you tell I'm taking a Women's Studies course this semester?) but too involved and unnecessary for my blog.  I just like to make people think outside the box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6390196807907331678?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6390196807907331678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6390196807907331678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6390196807907331678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6390196807907331678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7953735741461088080</id><published>2008-11-01T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:58:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Decide!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had a professional photo shoot to get a head shot for my Reiki website---to show a more professional image.  Well, I'm only going to have one of the pictures on my Reiki website, but have to choose from over 30 pictures we decided looked good to keep (at the studio earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where YOU come in---click on the link below and write down the image number underneath the photo you think looks the best but AND would be appealing on a holistic service website---that would make you want to use that person's services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are NOT touched-up yet, but will be after I decide.  Nothing major ---just softening of lines and brightening the eyes.  I also have this weird thing where when I smile a certain way or pucker my lips these not flattering lines show up on my face---so those would be softened a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay--now click on the link and add your comment with the picture number!  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/ericweberstudios#104136"&gt;PICTURES LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7953735741461088080?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7953735741461088080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7953735741461088080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7953735741461088080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7953735741461088080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-me-decide.html' title='Help Me Decide!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4123982184038695730</id><published>2008-10-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:07:57.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>I thought I would put up this post because I have told several people about my "on-line prayer secret" and thought this post could be a helpful tool to anyone else who wants to try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like most people with some religious background, pray for myself, family, friends, etc.  Sometimes, though, I feel like I need an extra "boost" of prayer to the heavens to help my cause ;-).  There are a few prayer lines out there that use "Affirmative Prayer" such as the World Ministry of Prayer and Unity Churches.  I came across these on accident awhile ago.  While scanning their websites some time ago, I noticed they had "online prayer requests".  I was pretty excited!  I could have the ease of typing in my prayer request and pressing send and have people pray for my intentions.  My belief has always been that if you petition God enough He has to listen, right ;-)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sparked an idea--well, if they have a prayer request page online other churches have to as well, right?  So I googled "prayer request" and BAM!  pages and pages of sites came up.  One by one I picked some I liked and put in my prayer request.  I would copy my request from another site and paste it into the next---it was actually kind of fun!  I would do several sites---ones that looked legitimate and promising to me and on the ones that listed the prayers on their site, I would sometimes pause and pray for those on the list as well.  I figured I should do the same of others--the whole Golden Rule thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just recently told some people about my little online praying secret--and thought I would post some of the sites I use.  It doesn't hurt to try and I think the more prayers the better, right?  And for you scientific buffs, numerous studies have shown that prayer works.  So there ;-)  Besides, my background tells me (LDS) that putting your name or others names on the prayer rolls in the LDS temples is a good thing to do--so I think there is definitely something to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the sights.  Some of these are strictly prayer sites and others are "healing" sites where people of different backgrounds send you healing intentions.  Pretty cool. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I STRONGLY recommend filling out your email address when given the option on these sites--many times they send you an uplifting message by the person who prayed for you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.unity.org/cms-global/form/ViewForm.do?formTemplateCode=requestPrayer"&gt;Silent Unity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogananda-srf.org/aboutsrf/prayer.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship Prayer Council (Prayer done by Nuns and Monks)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanthony.org/prayers/submit.asp"&gt;St. Anthony's Shrine (Catholic)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bennyhinn.org/prayer/default.cfm"&gt;Benny Hinn Ministries (Christian--not sure of denomination)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crosswalk.com/prayer/"&gt;CrossWalk (Christian, non-denominational)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reiki.7gen.com/healing-requests.html"&gt;Free Distance Reiki Healing (Btw--just ask me and I can do this for you!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johreifoundation.org/johrei.asp"&gt;Free Johrei Healing (I don't know what this is, but looks interesting)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scienceofminduk.org/what_prayer_request.html"&gt;Science of Mind Prayer Treatment (Ever heard of "The Secret"--these churches live it as a way of life and pray with it in mind...pretty cool)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umc.org/site/c.lwL4KnN1LtH/b.2114865/k.A8FA/Prayer_Request.htm"&gt;United Methodist Church prayer request&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tara.org/form_prayerrequest.htm"&gt;Buddhist Monk Prayer Request&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lithoniachurchofchrist.com/prayer_requests/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithonia Church of Christ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had to throw in something to do with angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.12angel.com/prayerboard.cfm"&gt;12Angel.com prayer board&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see there are a lot out there--just google "prayer request" or similar and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4123982184038695730?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4123982184038695730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4123982184038695730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4123982184038695730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4123982184038695730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4193749938410847453</id><published>2008-10-30T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:52:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQnJP61PDtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GPtz8Bi11l8/s1600-h/chicken_soup_puppy_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQnJP61PDtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GPtz8Bi11l8/s320/chicken_soup_puppy_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958914886897362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I literally ran to the grocery store to pick up some things before it got too dark-- (I walk most places and try to do so when it is safely bright outside).  By the time I got home I realized I forgot to buy more cat food for Aria--she only had a few pieces left in her bowl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point it was dark, I was tired ( already having worked all day, gone to the gym and gone clothes shopping as well). So, I had no intention of stepping foot out of my apartment again.  So, I thought, hey, Aria is always eating the puppy food anyway--why not just put some in her bowl to tie her over (she free-feeds--and is a bit of a pig, if truth be told)?  So, I poured some of Beau's "Chicken Soup for the Puppy Soul" dry dog food into her bowl and went about the rest of my evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay--of COURSE I'm going to buy Aria some more cat food--so don't misunderstand me, but as any multi-pet owner might wonder--Is there a pet food out there that is for both dogs and cats?  I would be interested in finding one as it would save me $$ and time from not having to buy two kinds of food for two kinds of pets.  The thing is, as a general rule, I usually buy really good cat and dog food for my animals.  Either purchased at Whole Foods or a pet store boutique--so they have NO fillers or by-products, and are usually all-natural or organic.  So even if such a multiple pet food exists I doubt I would buy it unless it offered qualities such as I just listed.  But, I thought I would throw the question out there---maybe it does exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4193749938410847453?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4193749938410847453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4193749938410847453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4193749938410847453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4193749938410847453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/pet-food.html' title='Pet Food'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQnJP61PDtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GPtz8Bi11l8/s72-c/chicken_soup_puppy_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4454801368719177561</id><published>2008-10-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:00:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Cards-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQCRcS2TBzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J-oPqCnbuQI/s1600-h/Healing-with-the-Angels-Oracle-Cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQCRcS2TBzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J-oPqCnbuQI/s320/Healing-with-the-Angels-Oracle-Cards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260364280050681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, most people who know me are aware that I love stuff about angels and all that jazz.  I really like Angel Cards--particularly by Doreen Virtue.  They are NOT Tarot cards, but are meant to help you clear up your foresight a bit- give you messages your angels want you to have that perhaps you wouldn't pick-up otherwise.  If anything, they make you feel better in that moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--I actually have a link to these cards on the right side of my blog, but thought I would re-post it here so you could have fun and try it out.  This link goes directly to another set of divination Angel cards, but at the top of the website you can click on the link to the Doreen Virtue cards as well.  I actually own and have used the cards pictured above-- It's a lot of fun, and maybe you will learn something about yourself.  Oh, and of course, it's free for anyone--just a nice little site.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelsofabundance.com/reading.htm"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR ANGEL CARDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4454801368719177561?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4454801368719177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4454801368719177561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4454801368719177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4454801368719177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel-cards.html' title='Angel Cards-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SQCRcS2TBzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J-oPqCnbuQI/s72-c/Healing-with-the-Angels-Oracle-Cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3419686836817790709</id><published>2008-10-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:57:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycZpVppVI/AAAAAAAAALg/GvgErt-mTlc/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycZpVppVI/AAAAAAAAALg/GvgErt-mTlc/s320/kids3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250429269222738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycaFLYD9I/AAAAAAAAALo/OryY5BGzz-g/s1600-h/Jake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycaFLYD9I/AAAAAAAAALo/OryY5BGzz-g/s320/Jake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250436742320082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycar2ikVI/AAAAAAAAALw/24S39zO1SvQ/s1600-h/Zoiee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycar2ikVI/AAAAAAAAALw/24S39zO1SvQ/s320/Zoiee1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250447123910994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPyca_ItPjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pB1V9TmjAA8/s1600-h/syd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPyca_ItPjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pB1V9TmjAA8/s320/syd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250452300381746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycbaeTAjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C0p6tHHpyGA/s1600-h/zoiee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycbaeTAjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C0p6tHHpyGA/s320/zoiee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250459638694450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday we had a kid's day at our office--I brought along several of my nieces and nephews to enjoy the fun!  We had professional face-painters to paint the children's faces and lots of goodies.  Here are some photos.  I think everyone had a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3419686836817790709?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3419686836817790709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3419686836817790709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3419686836817790709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3419686836817790709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/spooky-friday.html' title='Spooky Friday'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPycZpVppVI/AAAAAAAAALg/GvgErt-mTlc/s72-c/kids3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2384050546453901573</id><published>2008-10-19T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:16:54.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunday--a new week on the horizon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPu-sId9yFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/imcNz6B7dLE/s1600-h/shamanic+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPu-sId9yFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/imcNz6B7dLE/s400/shamanic+journey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259006655281875026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a pretty unproductive weekend--if truth be told.  Don't get me wrong, I definitely did a lot of thinking about what I should be doing (homework, cleaning, etc) but didn't get much done.  Wait, I did get grocery shopping done and a couple loads of laundry--so guess it wasn't that unproductive.  And Beau was happy to get two nice long walks this weekend--with the beautiful weather (mid 70s) I figured I should take advantage of it, and heaven knows that a nice walk in the sunshine is good for the spirits, right? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love love LOVE taking baths--especially bubble baths, and thought today it would be nice to take one to do some mediating and relaxing.  For those who may not know, I've done research and read a book here and there on shamanism.  It is  fascinating stuff!  With all the reading and googling of information I actually learned how to do a shamanic journey on my own.  Sounds like complicated stuff, but once you learn how to do it, it gets easier and easier each time you practice it.  I like to do a quick shamanic journey now and again while I'm soaking in the tub.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also downloaded some Shamanic Drumming tracks onto my I-Pod and use that as the background to go into my journey.  It's a lot like a guided meditation only you let what ever comes up in your mind be your guide.  This is a gateway to your "Higher Self" and you can get great insight through it.  I've met my power animals this way...one was a wolf and the other, an Eagle.  When I met the Eagle he looked at me and said, "Well, what did you expect with a last name like FOWLer"  Hilarious.  Not surprising, though, since laughter is something I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, when I did my shamanic journey, I decided to ask some questions about my finances, among other things.  I was guided behind a waterfall into a door--down spiraling stairs into the "Lower World" and then back up a rope, through the clouds and into a light and happy place in the "Upper World"--there I met with a guide of mine and a dwarf of some sort.  (Writing this makes me smile....)  I asked my guide (she was in a white, hooded-robe and had blonde hair) how to better get my finances in order.  She told me to write everything down that I spend so I could analyze what was going on, to give myself a break and relax a little more and to trust that my new Reiki business will eventually "lighten the load" and give me more income to do what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked questions about my credit score (I paid off a debt in August and then suddenly my score dropped a lot...I was freaking out! ) and then this is where I wished I would have kept a notepad and pen by me as I cannot remember what she said. Blast!  Guess I will have to journey again or hope it shows up later in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that has been my weekend.  Btw---if anyone has any  fabulous credit score raising tips, I'm all ears! I'm hoping to get my score exactly where it needs to be in time to close on my home in February.  Oh, and of course, if you feel like praying for me, please do!  I appreciate all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday and have a lovely week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2384050546453901573?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2384050546453901573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2384050546453901573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2384050546453901573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2384050546453901573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-sunday-new-week-on-horizon.html' title='Another Sunday--a new week on the horizon...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SPu-sId9yFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/imcNz6B7dLE/s72-c/shamanic+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6488964771338664113</id><published>2008-10-12T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:42:03.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay--so, as everyone knows, when you add pets to your family, especially kittens and puppies, they are bound to destroy a few things.  Well, with my cat, Aria, it has been pretty mild...she is pretty well behaved other than the daily knocking down of whatever item she feels like off tables and counters.  But, like I said, for the most part, she does little damage.  Beau, on the other hand, as a puppy, is a disaster creating machine at times.  Of course, part of it is teething and all that, but I was not prepared for his ability to destroy an item very quickly.  So, just for the sake of seeing what damage has really happened, I decided to make a list.  I probably will miss a few items, but it will give you an idea of what a pet can do---grant it....I love love love my animals, but there is give and take in everything, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMAGE TOLL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pair of $50 Express Jeans---chewed holes in the crotch--yes, ha ha, but not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pair of $80 Express Jeans--only 2 weeks old--chewed massive hole in crotch---again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 L'Octaine Lip glosses at $ 9 each--Aria knocked them onto the floor to their doom of Beau's teeth.  They make a lovely team! Urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Pairs of Victoria's Secret panties ($12 each)--same as the jeans--what is with this dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tube of MAC concealer--$20--Again, Aria knocked onto the floor from make-up table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 $25 bath rug--pooped and peed on it several times--had to throw away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bath rugs--$15 total (didn't want to throw away money if he destroyed them)--ripped them apart--nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pairs of $25 headphones--chewed the wires through&lt;br /&gt;2 Phone chargers at $30 each--again, chewed the wires through&lt;br /&gt;1 Stereo speaker--$40--chewed the wires through (see a pattern yet?)&lt;br /&gt;1 Ann Taylor Loft shirt at $20--jumped on me while I was wearing it and proceed to let her claws slide down the back--lovely--and painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay--so let's total this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau- &lt;br /&gt;$232 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria-&lt;br /&gt;$165&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Beau has caused the most damage--and in only 2 months!  Very impressive.  Oh well...I guess that's the way it goes with puppies.  I still love him to pieces, but wish he would stop tearing my belongings into pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6488964771338664113?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6488964771338664113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6488964771338664113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6488964771338664113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6488964771338664113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-so-as-everyone-knows-when-you-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8917775904874349317</id><published>2008-10-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:31:45.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Final Twilight Trailer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT TRAILER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8917775904874349317?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8917775904874349317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8917775904874349317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8917775904874349317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8917775904874349317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-and-final-twilight-trailer.html' title='New and Final Twilight Trailer!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6683345099890287899</id><published>2008-10-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:26:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Play-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SO-QFc3MmNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4EY8_Al0dYc/s1600-h/dog_whisperer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SO-QFc3MmNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4EY8_Al0dYc/s400/dog_whisperer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577713486108882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday evening I had a fun night with the "Girls"--well, I actually only knew one girl last night...my friend from work, Cassie, the other women were her friends.  We had a great time, though!  Usually, I am the ONLY one not drinking, but since one of Cass' friends is pregnant I had at least one other non-drinking person to talk with.  It was great, though, to get to know some more women in the area around my age.  We had some yummy snacks and some good talks.  Also, I brought Bo-Bo to meet Cassie's dog, Blaze, a miniature Alaskan Husky or something like that.  He is very friendly.  I was hoping it would help Beau get socialized.  Well, at first Beau flipped out and attacked, but then something wonderful happened...he backed off.  And then as the night went on, started playing with Blaze!  Hurray! Well, then it turned to Beau humping Blaze, but at least it was better than fighting?  It was pretty funny.  Beau is fixed, but I guess that doesn't stop the action.  After all, he does hump my cat, Aria every couple of weeks...Aria of course flips out.  Understandable...she's not even the same species as him.  Oh well.  Puppies will be puppies I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just relieved that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for Bo-Bo's aggression issues with other dogs. I have a guy coming by in a couple of weeks to work with Bo-Bo on that.  His name is Sean, and he was trained by Cesar Milan, &lt;a href="http://www.cesarmillaninc.com/"&gt;The Dog Whisperer&lt;/a&gt;, on how to rehabilitate dogs.  Fabulous!   You can see a story on his dog rehabilitation techngiques by clicking &lt;a href="http://dharmafordogs.com/video/dharma_pod_home.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is NOT cheap, but I worked out a deal with him.  So, we're all good.  I will be happy to have a more balanced puppy around the house, I'm sure my neighbors will, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6683345099890287899?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6683345099890287899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6683345099890287899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6683345099890287899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6683345099890287899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppy-play.html' title='Puppy Play-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SO-QFc3MmNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4EY8_Al0dYc/s72-c/dog_whisperer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5517458594197910954</id><published>2008-10-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:45:44.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I lied....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPvcPxDeUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8QjVjorWcGU/s1600-h/ReikiCartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPvcPxDeUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8QjVjorWcGU/s400/ReikiCartoon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252304858991786306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one more thing to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... here's a Reiki Cartoon--a play on the name of Reiki...you'll get it...made me giggle (although, that doesn't take much!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5517458594197910954?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5517458594197910954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5517458594197910954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5517458594197910954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5517458594197910954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-i-lied.html' title='Okay I lied....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPvcPxDeUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8QjVjorWcGU/s72-c/ReikiCartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6056989677127169686</id><published>2008-10-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:02:32.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPs75AS3CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/S4YqZEUzF2Y/s1600-h/reiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPs75AS3CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/S4YqZEUzF2Y/s320/reiki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252302104102624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things to report and one not good.  First with the not good:  Beau has some kind of cold or allergy that is making him congested.  Thank goodness I opted for really good pet insurance--although I still have to pay the vet bill upfront...at least it will be reimbursed.  So, I take him in tomorrow.  It's a really fabulous vet--they even offer acupuncture for your pet.  Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some good stuff.  It's official--the contract is being drawn up as we speak--I am starting my own Reiki business a few evenings a week. Cool, right?  It will be on the side from my full-time job as Office Coordinator (AKA what pays the bills) but it will be a good experience, I think.  I'm certified all the way to Reiki Master and Teacher as of August so I'm good to go.  Of course, I have to register my company--already have the web domain but need to make it legal as far as a small business goes.  I've named my company "Remedy Reiki" and am using blogspot.com as my webpage until probably next month. But, I wanted to have something up.&lt;a href="http://www.remedyreiki.com"&gt; REMEDY REIKI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is going to do my website and will be paid in Reiki Treatments.  Awesome.  Oh, and the place I am renting from is offering me a superb rate ($120 a month) to rent the room for several evenings and Sunday each week. That is a STELLAR deal.  The reason it's so low is because A: It's a new wellness center in need of practioners such as Reiki and Massage. B:  They have several Yoga instructors renting the space to teach classes which lowers the rent.  Oh, here is the&lt;a href="http://www.karunadenver.com"&gt; website &lt;/a&gt;for the center (it's under construction still but will give you an idea.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Reiki (pronounced Ray-Key) is an ancient form of Japanese healing where the practioner is attuned to the Reiki energy (Universal Life Force Energy) and is able to channel it using her hands and with symbols.  Sound hokey?  Well, it's real. And becoming more and more mainstream. I was a little cyncial at first, but can't be that way now...after feeling the energy heat up my hands (and having people confirm the heat, feel of energy and healing ability Reiki has had on them) Scientific studies have been done showing the healing effects of it (both emotional and physical) and many massage therapy schools now offer Reiki classes.  I with their curriculum.  Interested in more info? Check out this website for some &lt;a href="http://healing.about.com/cs/reiki/a/reikiplex.htm"&gt;FAQ's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course will share more of my experiences with Reiki as I start this practice.  I admit, I'm nervous, and plan on studying up some more about the best way of using Reiki to help my future clients.  Also, I'm getting a headshot or two taken to make my website appear as professional as possible.  The thing of it is...some pracitioners may not be as serious about it as others and I want to show I care and all that. :-)  Oh, and I don't "open for business" until November 1st.  I still have to get insurance (same as massage therapists do) and buy some other supplies.  Check out this cool &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reiki-Timer-Interval-Sound-Symbol/dp/B000FTS9S6"&gt;timer&lt;/a&gt;--specific for Reiki!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Reiki is a beautiful thing and I should be using it more on myself.  I do use it on Beau once in a while and he immediately starts to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.  Really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next good thing in my life:  I've made the decision to transfer from Metro State in Denver to the University of Denver (DU) next semester.  Wahoo! Yes, it will be harder, yes it is way more pricey, but in the long run it's a better school which equals better education. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end with, here are the "principles of REiki as created many, many moons ago by Dr. Usui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Five Reiki Principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY DR.MIKAO USUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Just for today, I will not be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II - Just for today, I will not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III - Just for today, I will be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV - Just for today, I will do my work honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Just for today, I will be kind to every living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6056989677127169686?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6056989677127169686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6056989677127169686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6056989677127169686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6056989677127169686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-good-things-to-report-and-one-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SOPs75AS3CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/S4YqZEUzF2Y/s72-c/reiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-89357342430679943</id><published>2008-09-27T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:20:31.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calories calories...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to publish this because this is ridiculous.  First off, I LOVE Starbucks cookies...I admit--I love them all, but especially enjoy a chocolate chip cookie now and again...had one yesterday as a matter of fact.  Now, for the sad news:  One (ONE) chocolate chip cookie from Starbucks has 420 calories! AHHH!  This is craziness.  I realize many of you (as in all 3 of my readers of this blog...Hi Kris! :-))  may not care, but for all of the naive Starbucks cookie eaters, I feel it is my duty to get this word out.  I must thank SELF magazine for this tidbit of information.  What a useful read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-89357342430679943?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/89357342430679943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=89357342430679943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/89357342430679943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/89357342430679943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/calories-calories.html' title='calories calories...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6168613779273897612</id><published>2008-09-26T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:04:57.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another dollar...</title><content type='html'>So, here we are again. A lovely Friday morning—this week has gone by slowly and it seems to be getting worse.  I’m not sure why that is, but it’s frustrating.  I have SO much to get done (homework mostly) and I feel like I’m not getting much accomplished and that is REALLY frustrating. I’ve put a request in at the library for the book “Getting Things Done” which I’ve heard is a great read, so maybe that will give me some tricks to get more things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I’m a little down lately because I feel like I’m doing a lot of waiting around for stuff, and heaven knows I am not patient… um, ever.  I like stuff to be here yesterday! Sadly, a lot of this is out of my hands.  For example, I’m cleaning up my credit report so it will be where it needs to be when my townhome is complete (yay!), but it’s a lot of writing letters and nonsense.  In other words, it takes good old fashion time, and I feel like I’m going crazy waiting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently God and the Universe are trying to teach me a lesson, but that does not make it any easier.  On top of this, I’m “in the meantime” with relationships in my life and that is not fun either.  My former beau and I have gradually been moving our relationship from a dating relationship to more of a friendship.  He doesn’t want marriage or kids so we know we’re going to end up as friends anyway…might as well start it early.  That certainly does not make it easy.  In all honesty, we still act like a couple and it’s hard to get out of that mindset…I still love him in many ways…although that love is evolving.  Talk about complicated.  That makes me sad because I feel like I’m losing him in a way and no new boyfriend on the horizon.   Again, I believe in divine timing, but I suppose I need to trust a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my lovely family of Aria and Bo-Bo—yes, they’re pets, but they’re fabulous in times like this and get me out of myself.  All good things.  I definitely am hopeful for Mr. Wonderful to show up but I don’t think I’m ready for him right now anyhow.  It would be nice to have someone to kiss on a regular basis, alas, I will just have to wait.  C’est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6168613779273897612?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6168613779273897612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6168613779273897612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6168613779273897612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6168613779273897612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another day another dollar...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7800490436372462577</id><published>2008-09-22T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:26:21.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Gatherings-</title><content type='html'>So, I had a pretty decent weekend.  I admit, I slept most of Saturday, but my body really seemed to need it.  With work and school I get a bit stressed and by the time the weekend rolls around I am just exhausted! So it was nice to get some extra sleep time in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Sunday my brother Patrick and his wife Lyndsey + 2 adorable children (theirs, obviously) picked me up and we headed to Dave's (our brother) house.  Dave has his lovely wife of 16 years and 4 children, too.  It was great to see everyone! Even though we only live 30 minutes apart it seems tough to get everyone together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought Bo-Bo (aka Beau)...my 6 month old puppy in hopes that he could get a bit more socialized.  Well, Dave's dog (a 9-month-old Mini Schnauzer, Koda) did NOT get along well with little Bo-Bo---although it seemed more like Beau was attacking him...yes, well, he was.  *Sigh*.  This is so frustrating! I just want him to get along with all other dogs, but looks like I might have to call in a professional trainer to help me with that. Oh well. At least we tried.    Although, Koda made sure to mark every single tree and bush to let Beau know who was the owner AND proceeded to mark the wall inside.  Well, Andrea (Dave's wife) freaked, understandably... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, though and I think everyone had a really great time...I wish we were a closer family in general, but I don't see that ever really happening. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7800490436372462577?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7800490436372462577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7800490436372462577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7800490436372462577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7800490436372462577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-gatherings.html' title='Weekend Gatherings-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-5704986088901096740</id><published>2008-09-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:51:49.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SNJ5EVV2iLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FGqSnat_XOA/s1600-h/ScientificMatchLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SNJ5EVV2iLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FGqSnat_XOA/s320/ScientificMatchLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247389631195285682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across this website when I was perusing one of my many magazines (I must get close to 10 delivered to me every month...I love it).  It's a website for a company called &lt;a href="http://www.scientificmatch.com/html/index.php"&gt;"Scientific Match"&lt;/a&gt; that like many of the companies such as E-Harmony and Chemistry.com, offers personality matching to help you find your mate, but unlike these companies, adds a scientific "twist".  They take samples of your DNA (they send you a kit and you take swabs from the inside of your cheeks (in you mouth, duh). And then these swabs are analyzed to find certain information about your DNA, particularly your immune system...and then they match you others of the opposite sex who would be a good match according to your DNA, cool huh?  And, it's actually backed by science.  Some of the studies they refer you to are ones I'm familiar with from school.  Here's the catch, though, it's not cheap.  Try $1000!  And that is the SALE price.  Normally it is $2000!  But you have a lifetime membership, which I guess is supposed to make you feel better about blowing that much cash, but hey, what would you pay to find your soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least, if I get really desperate, I have options....do you think they take payment plans??  tee-hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-5704986088901096740?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5704986088901096740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=5704986088901096740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5704986088901096740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/5704986088901096740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/answer.html' title='The Answer!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SNJ5EVV2iLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FGqSnat_XOA/s72-c/ScientificMatchLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6494038436811481843</id><published>2008-09-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:38:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SM7jZ1_8azI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UPLKspdwDg0/s1600-h/Piece+of+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SM7jZ1_8azI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UPLKspdwDg0/s320/Piece+of+art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246380649064721202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know, I take public transportation to get around Denver, and luckily it's not too bad around here to do so.  I had a doctor's appt to get some blood drawn today to see if I had a gluten allergy.  After I had my blood taken for testing I walked back to the bus stop to wait for the next bus to my office area.  As I was sitting and chilling out to my I-Pod a nice black guy sat next to me and started asking me questions.  I answered his inquiries about if I was a student, etc. and then he flipped through a book of sketches ( I couldn't see them clearly as he did this) and mentioned he is studying art at the same school as myself.  Again, nothing weird here to set off red flags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FInally, the bus arrives and I get on.  As we get close to his stop he gets my attention (again, I'm listening to my I-pod so I was in my own little world).  He asks me if I would like a piece of his artwork.  Ummm....ok.  I smiled.  Awkwardly, I'm sure.  I mean, how do you answer that?  He tears out a piece of a charcoal filled page from his sketch book.  I fold it in half and smile at the person next to me...again, awkwardly.  Not to be rude, I wait until he gets off the bus to put it in my bag, and just laughed inside.  I scanned in the picture so you can understand why I was laughing.  This is a classic.  The picture is above.  Umm...what the ?   Not that I could do much better, but I don't think he is really an Art major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to attract very interesting people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6494038436811481843?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6494038436811481843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6494038436811481843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6494038436811481843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6494038436811481843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SM7jZ1_8azI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UPLKspdwDg0/s72-c/Piece+of+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4292654678725589605</id><published>2008-09-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:56:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad kitty mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMxvRYUmZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q-ljEme3Apc/s1600-h/Aria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMxvRYUmZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q-ljEme3Apc/s320/Aria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245690010357098018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pets!  I've only had Bo-bo for about a month, but I've had my sweet cat, Aria, for over a year. Both are darling and have very different personalities.  Aria has this funny habit of meeting me at the door and many times will scurry out into the hallway of my apartment complex.  Usually she runs back in or I get her to run back in by essentially shoo-ing her back into my apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I came inside after grocery shopping and quickly shut the door behind me without thinking.  I proceeded to put away my newly-bought food items and then pulled out some treats I purchased for Aria.  I started shaking the bag and calling her name.  Just the sound of shaking treats in the bag will get her to run to me, but nothing was happening.  I kept calling her name when there was a sudden knock on the door.  I answered it and it was neighbor asking, "Is this cat yours?" I looked down the hall and a VERY freaked out Aria (she had what my friend refers to as "fat tail" when her tail is all puffed up from fear usually) and as soon as she saw my open door came running at full speed into the apartment and immediately under my bed.  I felt horrible!! I didn't even realize she was missing yet.  My neighbor said she was outside her apartment crying and whining. Poor thing.   I felt like such a lousy owner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has taught me two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  To double check that all animals are safely in my home after I open the door before closing it behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To put name tags on Aria.  I have her microchipped and since she is an indoor only cat I thought that was enough (and she manages to ALWAYS pull off collars that I attempt to put on her) but it looks like it's a good idea to have a collar with I.D. on her just in case....I love her way too much to lose her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4292654678725589605?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4292654678725589605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4292654678725589605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4292654678725589605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4292654678725589605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-kitty-mama.html' title='Bad kitty mama'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMxvRYUmZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q-ljEme3Apc/s72-c/Aria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6841406286312230368</id><published>2008-09-10T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:33:39.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Time-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMghCD2pozI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BZl7VAWLGCc/s1600-h/gym+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMghCD2pozI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BZl7VAWLGCc/s320/gym+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244478085350925106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky that I have a gym that is just across the plaza from my office building.  Not only that, it is one of the best, if not THE best &lt;a href="http://forzadenver.com/"&gt;gym&lt;/a&gt; in Denver.  It's the gym of the Ritz-Carlton so that should say something.  On top of all this, the Denver Nuggets now frequent my gym and practice on our basketball court...right in the view of all cardio machines. Nice.  But I digress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been going to the gym pretty regularly but have taken it "up a notch" this past month and am finally starting to see results.  Although I realize if I kicked my diet into shape (I don't eat that bad, but do have a sweet tooth) my results would be fantastic! Anyway, there is this trainer, Nate, who I can not stop gawking at.  It's ridiculous.  And he happens to always be in the gym when I am  (go figure...being that he is a trainer and all...lol).  I have some contacts at the gym, heck, most of the front desk staff knows me by first name, so I think I will have to investigate as to his "status"...although I don't know why I'm bothering.  Ever since I got my braces on I've felt a bit awkward.  Well, I guess if he's worth my time he wouldn't care anyway.  Let me tell you, though, this guy is lovely. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for kicks and giggles...here is a silly gym prank video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LazXj9YrH1M"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6841406286312230368?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6841406286312230368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6841406286312230368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6841406286312230368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6841406286312230368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/gym-time.html' title='Gym Time-'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SMghCD2pozI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BZl7VAWLGCc/s72-c/gym+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6206526516109392345</id><published>2008-09-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:39:05.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau  aka Bo-Bo</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't posted in a bit and thought I would give an update on my puppy, Beau, although now he is more commonly called "Bo-Bo" and seems to fit it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is walking on walks better, finally doing his business outside consistently (although we have a bit to work on as far as using puppy pads inside...if I move it at all he goes where it used to be...very frustrating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have some issues...he just doesn't like new people coming into my apartment (not that I have all these people coming over, but you know what I mean).  So, I was told to socialize him which is why I have taken him to "doggie daycare" twice this week.  It seems to be helping already--he is adjusting to it well although they say he doesn't really seem to know what's going on, but I think if I take him once a week consistently he'll eventually start to play with the other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, getting Bo-Bo was one of the best ideas I've had yet.  He is a great little snuggler and has a fun personality.  I'm hopeful that as he gets used to his new home he'll be more confident and everyone will start to love him as much as I do.   Of course, I adore my cat, Aria, but there is enough room in my heart (and home) for the two lovely creatures.  I'm finally getting how joyful and therapeutic owning and caring for an animal can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6206526516109392345?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6206526516109392345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6206526516109392345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6206526516109392345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6206526516109392345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/09/beau-aka-bo-bo.html' title='Beau  aka Bo-Bo'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-2443158172864106326</id><published>2008-08-28T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:40:34.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNC-DAY 3&amp;4</title><content type='html'>Okay--so technically the DNC ended yesterday, phew, right?  But alas, no...it's still its own kind of madness in the downtown area...the area I have to go through to make it to the office.  Total pain in the you know what to get around.  I just wanted to scream today, "Go home already!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, nothing big to report.  On a different note, I ran into (or rather walked by) that hot dog vendor guy again and he seemed *very* excited to see me and of course gave me an ice-cold Sprite along with a napkin to hold it with.  The two cops...I think perhaps SWAT team members actually (there was a protest nearby that just got over) both smiled as they saw the "service" I got. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than lots of cops, state troopers (mmm...some very hot ones, too boot!) and SWAT team members roaming the city...not much to report.  I guess the Hard Rock Cafe was surrounded by large crowds today as some celebrity was dining there. Pathetic.   I'm just ready for everyone to get the hell out of our beautiful city already so life can go back to normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-2443158172864106326?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/2443158172864106326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=2443158172864106326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2443158172864106326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/2443158172864106326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/dnc-day-3.html' title='DNC-DAY 3&amp;4'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7009102503811838644</id><published>2008-08-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:46:44.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNC-Day 2</title><content type='html'>Nothing very interesting to report.  Just a bunch of crazy traffic this afternoon, road closures, etc.  Oh, and a police escort to the Ritz-Carlton next to my office. Sadly, didn't get to see for whom the escort was for.  Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7009102503811838644?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7009102503811838644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7009102503811838644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7009102503811838644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7009102503811838644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/dnc-day-2.html' title='DNC-Day 2'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8633876687989833969</id><published>2008-08-25T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:05:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNC-Day 1</title><content type='html'>Most of the world knows (unless of course you have been hiding under a rock) that the Democratic National Convention is taking place in Denver this week.  Our office, as kind of a knee-jerk reaction, is closed for the week because of it.  Since we're in the heart of downtown it seemed like a smart thing to do.  Which means we're all working from home this week.  Unfortunately, as I am the only office admin, I have to come in to get the mail and all that, but am allowed to work from home as well. So, I've actually been here quite awhile today and have been able to see what is going on for the DNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very exciting has happened (like I thought), but I did run into a protest---with SWAT teams and everything(!) on the 16th Street Mall. It was some crazy, right-wing, Anti-Gay religious group.  Sad, that people are so crazy about that kind of stuff.  Live and let live!  And of course, there was a guy with a huge poster about Jesus Saving (which I believe in) but he was condemning anyone who believed differently than him.  He was asking people in the crowd if they were "saved" and then if you answered to the contrary (one gentleman said he was an atheist) well, you got a few scriptures and some damning words.  Gee whiz, people, lead by example, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my report for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8633876687989833969?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8633876687989833969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8633876687989833969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8633876687989833969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8633876687989833969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/dnc-day-1.html' title='DNC-Day 1'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8332441836511214516</id><published>2008-08-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:37:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another video (sorry for the text in the middle!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a4fb974134cef76" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1864883084081063496</id><published>2008-08-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:20:12.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SKmgk9gwmJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ukgSvgwxlU8/s1600-h/Beau+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SKmgk9gwmJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ukgSvgwxlU8/s320/Beau+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892598642612370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SKmf2EnJcjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h88T-wrcMY8/s1600-h/Beau+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SKmf2EnJcjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h88T-wrcMY8/s320/Beau+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235891793094603314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Beau is definitely getting better adjusted to his new life.  His walks are going much smoother...and he doesn't stop EVERY time a stranger is near...but he still stops quite a bit.  One day at a time, I guess.  Aria (my cat) loves to play with him and tease him, too.  She's definitely letting him know he is on HER turf now.  They wrestle ALL the time, now.  Beau doesn't run away from her so I think he might actually like it.  He hardly growls when they play (although he definitely tries to bite her...), but I think it is all play. And when Aria gets a bit nervous that the "playing" isn't so much play as fighting, she takes off.  She loves to sit on Beau's crate and womp at him with her paws.  Like a good little brother, he puts up with it.  I think he secretly likes her, actually. LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included some video of this, but unfortunately the program I used to upload it puts a stupid label in the middle. Oh well. You'll get the idea.  And yes, I have towels on my bed...bad habit of mine...I should just immediately hang them up. 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I guess it will go on my shopping list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for the lack of pictures--there have been lots of requests for pics of Bo-Bo (my nick name for Beau) and I will put some up as soon as I get a camera.  In the meantime, you will just have to imagine how cute he is :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was lying in bed reading the other day ("Breaking Dawn" for those who didn't already guess) and was surrounded by my 10 lb tuxedo cat, Aria, on one side and Beau snuggled up close (as always) on the other.  I had to smile at what a funny little family I have right now.  I realize some people (typically married with kids folks) roll their eyes when you say your animals are your family, but to those who have a family pet, they REALLY are.  I don't really think of my little animals as my "children" but rather an extension of a loving family that belongs to me.  I definitely want kids someday, but for now, this is fun and fine for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau is still really trying to adjust.  He has really attached himself to me and is a little snuggle-bunny when allowed to be so. Unfortunately, he has had a difficult time on walks---he will walk and then stop whenever a stranger is in sight.  He is getting better, and I know it takes time, but my heart breaks for him.  I'm doing my best to catch up on reading regarding training dogs.  I have found the "Dog Whisperer's" website and have found helpful information there.  I have faith that in time, and with patience and work, Beau will be a happy and well balanced puppy.  But, in the meantime, you're all free to add him (and Me!) in your &lt;a href="http://www.unityonline.org/prayer/requestPrayer/index.html"&gt;prayers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4023690112329467120?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4023690112329467120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4023690112329467120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4023690112329467120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4023690112329467120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-family.html' title='The New Family'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4204599935248289241</id><published>2008-08-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:34:08.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking towards the future---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHBxUwsFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AcIYxNpKg38/s1600-h/Emerson+College.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHBxUwsFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AcIYxNpKg38/s400/Emerson+College.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231149800425042002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different topic--for those of you who know me you are aware that after I graduate from college I plan on getting further training to teach at a &lt;a href="http://www.whywaldorfworks.org/"&gt;Waldorf/Steiner school&lt;/a&gt;.  I love the philosophy behind these private schools and want to be a part of that.  I NEVER thought I would want to be a teacher, but it seems to be in my blood (both Mom, Dad and assorted Aunts, Uncles and Cousins are teachers) and I should just stop fighting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, I have to figure out where I want to be trained. There are lots of options---both in the U.S. and abroad.  I kept thinking I wanted to learn at the Melbourne Steiner school in Australia, but it always felt kind of off.  I really want to live abroad for awhile so I have continued to look at other options.  Since I want to learn in English (duh) that quickly narrowed down my choices.  Leaving only Ireland and England.  Ireland has very few teacher's education choices so I took a look at glorious old England.  I'm leaning towards &lt;a href="http://www.emerson.org.uk/"&gt;Emerson College&lt;/a&gt; which is outside London, but in a cool rural area.  Looking at the lifestyle out there it looks great!  I e-mailed the school today to ask about accommodations for myself and my pets (nope I am NOT leaving them behind) so I will wait and see what they have to say.  A picture of the school is above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting note--the school is located near where Winnie the Pooh stories were set to--as in the "Hundred Acre Wood" and all that. Very fun and fairy-tale like, but still near a real city just by train.  Hmm....will have to think about this one.  It would definitely be an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4204599935248289241?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4204599935248289241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4204599935248289241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4204599935248289241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4204599935248289241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-towards-future.html' title='Looking towards the future---'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHBxUwsFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AcIYxNpKg38/s72-c/Emerson+College.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7152024780758951439</id><published>2008-08-05T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:36:12.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHisyydQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0rgzmxsCQXQ/s1600-h/Beau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHisyydQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0rgzmxsCQXQ/s320/Beau.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231150366144492802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend (and co-worker), Cassie, kindly took me out to lovely Aurora, CO (blah) to pick out the puppy I want to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foster mom was very kind (and she was very lovely, too, I don't know why that surprised me...) and we got to see the 3 puppies she was fostering. They were all siblings, but they all looked very different.  They came from a litter of 7! Wow!  Anyway, it was a choice between the two boys (featured below) and a little female puppy named Izzy.  They were all yapping like crazy when we first approached them in the backyard, but when we separated them out they were fine.  Izzy was very sweet and cute, but little Beau (Pictured Above) was great! He was about 7 lbs so not too too small and when Cassie picked him up he started drifting off to sleep...so he's pretty docile.  Although I think that might be a puppy thing--the whole napping at a moment's notice.  That did it, though (that and the fact that even the foster mom's husband wished they could keep him so he must be great!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Helen, the foster mom said his temperament would do well with my cat, too, so we seemed like a good match.  I told Helen I would be back to pick him up and take him home(!) this Friday after work.  That way I would have the whole weekend to be with him and make sure the introduction to my darling kitty, Aria, goes smoothly.  I am very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/nfowler/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/nfowler/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7152024780758951439?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7152024780758951439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7152024780758951439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7152024780758951439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7152024780758951439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-wait-for-friday.html' title='And the winner is....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SJjHisyydQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0rgzmxsCQXQ/s72-c/Beau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6574436697991568060</id><published>2008-07-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:21:14.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy!</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping to get a new puppy soon (don't worry, Mom...I even discussed this idea with my therapist and she thinks it's a great idea).  I've been "approved to adopt" by a rescue orginization here in Denver and have been waiting for a puppy of a new litter to be weaned and 'fixed'.  I have requested a male puppy as I already have a female cat and they are less expensive to adopt anyway.  So, I have been corresponding to one of the people from the dog rescue group and the puppies are almost ready.  They even have pics of the "boys" up on their site.  There are only two male puppies available.  Here are the pics and bios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/nfowler/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/nfowler/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/nfowler/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chihuahua-smalldogrescue.org/doggies/Beau.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.chihuahua-smalldogrescue.org/photogallery/photo00016785/Beau.JPG" title="" border="0" height="168" hspace="12" vspace="5" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beau (male) # 08027&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This handsome young fellow's name is Beau. He's a 4 month old Chihuahua mix and weighs 6 lbs. He's very intelligent energetic, playful, and loving. Beau is potty trained and knows how to use a doggie door and puppy pads. Although Beau loves to play, he's a very mild mannered, gentle natured little boy and is easily intimidated by rough play. He loves to snuggle and is very affectionate. Beau is a fantastic listener and very fast learner. He'll make a great addition to any family. Beau is content by himself or with other dogs and children as long as they play nice and aren't too rough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chihuahua-smalldogrescue.org/doggies/Marley.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.chihuahua-smalldogrescue.org/photogallery/photo00016785/Marley.JPG" title="" border="0" height="168" hspace="12" vspace="5" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marley (male) # 08028&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Marley is a 4 month old Chihuahua mix and weighs 10 lbs. Marley is house trained and knows how to use a doggie door. He's very playful and full of energy. Marley has definitely claimed the role of Alpha in our home, not because he's mean or aggressive, but because he's so much larger than his brother and sisters. He was the largest puppy out of his litter of seven, and he still holds the title! Marley loves to play and explore and is very friendly and loving. He loves to play with other dogs and children and would be a great addition to any family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are beautiful, but I'm leaning towards Beau.  We'll see.  I'm hoping I'll get to take him home in the next few weeks.  Plus, I think it will be wonderful to have another loving animal at home...I admit, I get lonely sometimes, and as much as I love my cat, Aria, she's not much of a cuddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6574436697991568060?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6574436697991568060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6574436697991568060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6574436697991568060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6574436697991568060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-puppy.html' title='New Puppy!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-7633870395517633251</id><published>2008-07-23T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:52:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling up and down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SIe2NlwMICI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZMgio3ZCjLk/s1600-h/elevator-original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SIe2NlwMICI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZMgio3ZCjLk/s400/elevator-original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226346237175537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a high rise---nothing crazy like those in lovely Manhattan, but a good 31 floors.  And lucky, lucky me:  I work on one of the highest floors.  So, day after day I get on the elevator with strangers and wait a gazillion stops it feels like, to get to my damn floor.    I have gotten to the point that in the mornings I will wait until it's only me on the elevator or just me and one other person.  And let me tell you, that takes some patience, but I am so sick (literally sometimes...I get motion sickness from the frequent stops) of stopping on floor after floor to finally get to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a pointless rant, but it had to be put out there. 'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-7633870395517633251?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/7633870395517633251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=7633870395517633251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7633870395517633251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/7633870395517633251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-up-and-down.html' title='Feeling up and down...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SIe2NlwMICI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZMgio3ZCjLk/s72-c/elevator-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-1320584172776183272</id><published>2008-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:52:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...to sleep, perchance to dream...."</title><content type='html'>Well, I dreamed about living in Utah *again*....this is crazy!  I have had numerous dreams of being back in Utah, living in Utah, being back in college there....and especially dreaming about a particular guy I dated back then.  It was 9 years ago!  But I keep having dreams about him.  We'll just call him "Wess" which, if anyone who knows me closely and from back in my Provo days, would definitely know to whom I am referring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://supernatural66.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/matthew_mcconaughey1_300_40redshirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was (is?) very similar looking to my beloved, Matthew McConaughey, and built similarly too, although not quite as tall.  I have had so many dreams about "Wess" this year that I had to look him up and get his contact info.  Unfortunately, he was not "Google" material and I had to (embarrassingly) freaking pay$15 to get his phone number.  I know, I know, I became a stalker, briefly, but hey, when I called him he told me that he had been talking about me to his roommate.  And I might add he was telling his roommate how hot I was.  But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, months ago I contacted him and we happily text and talk once in awhile....all with completely bad intentions, of course.  He is in Provo, UT anyway and I am in lovely Denver....so, it's all innocent fun.  But, gosh darn it, I dreamed about him again.  Nothing amazing, but definitely a fun dream.  What does it all mean, though! Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-1320584172776183272?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1320584172776183272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=1320584172776183272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1320584172776183272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/1320584172776183272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream.html' title='&quot;...to sleep, perchance to dream....&quot;'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8746934413906533042</id><published>2008-07-16T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:29:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us see you!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I wanted to blog about something that has really been bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else noticed that many, many "proud parents" don't post profile pics of themselves on Facebook but rather, of their children?  People, you're not fooling anyone.  I guarantee that most of the time the reason this is done is because either A:  these individuals have perhaps looked better in earlier years and don't want their current photos up or B:  these individuals are trying to evade the law or something and therefore don't want a photo up of them where they could be seen by the wrong person. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See here, folks, we're all getting older and perhaps, a bit rounder, but the rest of us are biting the bullet and putting *our* photos up, and not of our  neice or nephew or in your case, kiddo,  to distract others with their cuteness.  Nope, we lay it on the line and so I invite you all to do the same.  C'mon we promise we will only laugh at *first* and then get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8746934413906533042?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8746934413906533042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8746934413906533042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8746934413906533042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8746934413906533042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-so-i-wanted-to-blog-about.html' title='Let us see you!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4176332790571305904</id><published>2008-07-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:28:55.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SHZi8Un8gWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aBwGb_ZpO1g/s1600-h/Entertainment+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SHZi8Un8gWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aBwGb_ZpO1g/s400/Entertainment+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221469606450594146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding fuel to my obsessional fire of the "Twilight" saga....today the "Entertainment Weekly" cover coming out this week with pictures of the stars of the upcoming movie.  Love it!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4176332790571305904?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4176332790571305904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4176332790571305904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4176332790571305904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4176332790571305904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title='OMG....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SHZi8Un8gWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aBwGb_ZpO1g/s72-c/Entertainment+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8164740170105952592</id><published>2008-07-04T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:34:59.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting for the weekend...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in lovely Cheyenne, WY for the weekend (or as my friends like to call it: Chey-oming).  Anyway, I decided to go on a much-needed bike ride on the "greenway"---which is a paved path for bikers, runners, etc. that snakes through town.  My brother, Patrick, got down my Dad's old bike and fixed it so the seat was adjusted to the right height---and off I went! First off, I am so happy to have an i-pod!  It made the ride that much more enjoyable and I acutally had fun.  Until I realized how far it was to bike BACK home.  All in all---it went well, and I had a good workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8164740170105952592?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8164740170105952592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8164740170105952592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8164740170105952592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8164740170105952592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/visiting-for-weekend.html' title='Visiting for the weekend...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-6283147525434914612</id><published>2008-07-01T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:44:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet withdrawals....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGqk94ReObI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkYAoQ68pJQ/s1600-h/World+Wide+WEb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGqk94ReObI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkYAoQ68pJQ/s320/World+Wide+WEb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218164501246785970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at my office our internet connection was down for almost *five* hours....it was brutal.  I didn't realize how much easier my life has been made by use of the world wide web! A few hours in I blurted out, "What did you guys do before internet!?"  to which my older co-worker replied, "We didn't get sh@$ done!"  Hilarious.  Anyway,  it just made me realize how dependent we are on the internet---to look up phone numbers, stay in touch with others, to store files (I love gmail documents!), etc.  I guess it's a good idea to have a back-up on important info otherwise you're stuck like I was this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-6283147525434914612?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6283147525434914612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=6283147525434914612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6283147525434914612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/6283147525434914612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/07/internet-withdrawals.html' title='Internet withdrawals....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGqk94ReObI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JkYAoQ68pJQ/s72-c/World+Wide+WEb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-4332362582378150871</id><published>2008-06-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:21:37.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just giving it away...</title><content type='html'>So, I work near the &lt;a href="http://www.denver.org/what-to-do/attractions/detail?memid=2435&amp;amp;gclid=COP7tuyVmpQCFQQiIgodv1Ottg"&gt;16th Street Mall &lt;/a&gt;in Denver....and let me tell you, it is a very interesting place.  Most definitely a great place to sit back and "people watch."  Yesterday I was strolling down the mall (yep, I was strolling, not walking, but strolling) and enjoying the "scenery" as it were.  Anyway, I passed by a group of people surrounding a guy who was standing on a bench and yelling out trivia questions, "What is the largest planet in the solar system?"  etc...  Well, whenever someone yelled out the right answer he would give him or her a dollar from the stack of bills in his hand.  Bizarre.  It made me smile though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-4332362582378150871?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4332362582378150871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=4332362582378150871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4332362582378150871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/4332362582378150871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-giving-it-away.html' title='Just giving it away...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-3547455559954122754</id><published>2008-06-26T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:13:11.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is  MY Eward Cullen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQGTRzB68I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OCS901TZx4o/s1600-h/TwilightMovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQGTRzB68I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OCS901TZx4o/s320/TwilightMovie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216301196666596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQF7ZPBLHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tcVEbP12vjM/s1600-h/Cullens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQF7ZPBLHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tcVEbP12vjM/s320/Cullens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300786346175602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQF1Ju6jDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R8UPv7IFDbY/s1600-h/EdwardCullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQF1Ju6jDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R8UPv7IFDbY/s320/EdwardCullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300679105776690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay--so, the "Twilight" movie is currently in production....and as a huge "Twilighter"  (Twilight Series Fan) I have to add some eye candy to my site of Robert Pattinson who is playing Edward in the film.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-3547455559954122754?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3547455559954122754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=3547455559954122754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3547455559954122754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/3547455559954122754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-my-eward-cullen.html' title='Where is  MY Eward Cullen?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGQGTRzB68I/AAAAAAAAAFk/OCS901TZx4o/s72-c/TwilightMovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683361409732249974.post-8724909937714486350</id><published>2008-06-25T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:34:37.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGKvzjMdqvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xV-kVvVC_BM/s1600-h/thumb-owltards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGKvzjMdqvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xV-kVvVC_BM/s320/thumb-owltards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924618604161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone who you may have liked at first, but the more you got to know this individual the more you realized that they *really* bug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such an issue at the moment...and as much as I believe that when one has an issue with someone else it's usually because of one's own personal issues and not that actual person, I just can't seem to get over this annoyed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point: this person bugs the hell out of me.  I'm usually a pretty nice person, but when this particular individual chooses to speak and says something, in my opinion, stupid, I really have a desire to just say something snide and harsh.  I don't like this side of me.  So I suppose I will have to do some "inner work" to discover why I have such a problem with this yahoo.  (Okay, I shouldn't call him that, but whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck as I figure out what is wrong with me to find so much wrong with him.  *Sigh* The work never ends, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To better days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683361409732249974-8724909937714486350?l=milehighmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8724909937714486350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2683361409732249974&amp;postID=8724909937714486350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8724909937714486350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683361409732249974/posts/default/8724909937714486350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milehighmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/06/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed....'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804024884669381077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/TUr1TBD_WsI/AAAAAAAAAos/fCGQswqWEp0/s220/NancyFowlerPicture2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3N-XklGC3Do/SGKvzjMdqvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xV-kVvVC_BM/s72-c/thumb-owltards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
