<?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-27100121</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:32:21.274-07:00</updated><category term='Burger'/><category term='People'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Games'/><category term='College'/><category term='Agent'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Carnival'/><category term='Chef'/><category term='Apple Blossom'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Corporate Buyer'/><category term='Timeshare'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='Dorm'/><category term='Omelet'/><category term='Buyer'/><category term='Festival'/><title type='text'>High On Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is hard. We spend most of our lives at jobs we hate. Terrorists are trying to kill everyone. Everything you consume can give you cancer. And no one knows what the hell we're doing here and what the hell happens when we're gone. It's no wonder we're all on drugs. Everyone I know uses something--something to drive out the fear and feelings of helplessness. Some drink. Some smoke pot. Some do coke. Others use sex, money, religion or power. These are my thoughts on the subject.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-519864746920888044</id><published>2009-03-27T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:47:24.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corporate Buyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timeshare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buyer'/><title type='text'>Do Not Sell Your Timeshare Until You Have Read This!</title><summary type='text'> Owing to the current economic situation, my investments had not protected my income, and I was in need of releasing equity.    First on the list was our Club La Costa Vacation Points, it was after all a luxury and the prospect of a holiday on the horizon looked very distant.    Following a research into how to sell timeshare points, I had registerd my interest with a company called 'Travel and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/519864746920888044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/519864746920888044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-not-sell-your-timeshare-until-you.html' title='Do Not Sell Your Timeshare Until You Have Read This!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-2822454059174151346</id><published>2008-11-27T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:55:29.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Dorm Room Cooking at Colleges and Universities Will Never Be the Same</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost 25 years since I stepped out of college. All the memories that I have retained ranges from acing exams and partying until the end of time. But one of the things that I remember fondly was how I just got by on what little money I had. What made it fun was seeing how far you could go on the food situation. Oh the days of cooking in the dorm!I can remember always coming back to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/2822454059174151346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/2822454059174151346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2008/11/dorm-room-cooking-at-colleges-and.html' title='Dorm Room Cooking at Colleges and Universities Will Never Be the Same'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-3603423897461651402</id><published>2008-11-21T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:48:08.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Blossom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival'/><title type='text'>Apple Blossom Festival - An Awesome Event</title><summary type='text'>The 2008 Apple Blossom Festival went on as planned despite several threats of rain. People were everywhere for the weekend in Winchester, Virginia on the first weekend of May this year. It is hard to figure the actual attendance because there is no gate to this downtown Winchester event. But there were as many people as there always is at this awesome celebration.There was a carnival open three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/3603423897461651402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/3603423897461651402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-blossom-festival-awesome-event.html' title='Apple Blossom Festival - An Awesome Event'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-6077131089089268265</id><published>2008-08-14T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:36:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips to Help You Get a Great Tattoo Design Online</title><summary type='text'>    Getting a great tattoo design online has become harder and harder. The web is getting overloaded with so much generic artwork that it can be close to impossible to find the truly superb designs you want. This makes most people "settle" on something much less than what they were really after. Well, here are quick tips to help you uncover a great tattoo design online and the tons of good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/6077131089089268265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/6077131089089268265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2008/08/tips-to-help-you-get-great-tattoo.html' title='Tips to Help You Get a Great Tattoo Design Online'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-5442904844285386505</id><published>2008-07-31T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:54:23.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Documentary Review - The Universe</title><summary type='text'>By Paul HerdmanThe quality of a tv documentary depends on a number of factors, namely the balance between information and entertainment. I have noticed many documentaries of late have went through a process of "dumbing" down and the educational merit of such documentaries is questionable. on the other hand a tedious or boring documentary will normally result in loss of interest or the viewer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/5442904844285386505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/5442904844285386505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2008/07/documentary-review-universe_31.html' title='Documentary Review - The Universe'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117560928850239527</id><published>2007-04-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:08:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of Perfumes</title><summary type='text'>There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of types of perfumes in today`s market. The high demand for various types of perfumes makes it easily available to find them from inexpensive to moderate expensive to very expensive types of perfumes for all tastes and pockets. One does not have to go very far in order to find major brands available.The most common way to describe a perfume is perhaps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560928850239527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560928850239527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2007/04/types-of-perfumes.html' title='Types of Perfumes'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117561059697138643</id><published>2006-09-03T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:29:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet for Babies</title><summary type='text'>When your baby can sit with support, hold his head steady, and can take food off with his mouth from the spoon and swallow it easily, this is the right time to move to the next diet stage. This usually occurs when baby is 4 to 6 months old.The first food your baby can eat is baby cereals. After baby cereals, you can give your baby rice, then oatmeal. Later on, when he knows how to drink from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117561059697138643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117561059697138643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2006/09/diet-for-babies.html' title='Diet for Babies'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117561077399325504</id><published>2006-06-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:32:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Clothes: A Perfect Baby Shower Gift?</title><summary type='text'>Shopping for baby clothes and accessories can be so much fun, especially when you are shopping for a baby shower gift for someone you love! Baby clothes make great gifts for new parents.Baby clothing from boutiques are very popular gifts. Many even have gift registries for expectant parents. Most larger towns and cities have these specialty boutiques, but these can also be found in quaint smaller</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117561077399325504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117561077399325504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-clothes-perfect-baby-shower-gift.html' title='Baby Clothes: A Perfect Baby Shower Gift?'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613119207095081</id><published>2006-01-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:46:43.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she is!</title><summary type='text'>:-)jewelrysong lyrics only tests love lyrics collectioneurope phone cards usa phone cards uk phone cards long distance calling cards</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613119207095081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613119207095081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-she-is.html' title='Here she is!'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613190913874658</id><published>2005-11-17T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:58:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for a While</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't been posting here lately, but I do have good reasons.I am currently studying for my LSAT's, which I will take on December 3rd. Yes---it's true---another lawyer is in the making. Just what the world needs, right? In addition to that, I have been working on some writing for publication and that has been zapping all of my creative juices.But....the pregnancy is still progressing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613190913874658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613190913874658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/11/gone-for-while.html' title='Gone for a While'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613194155497411</id><published>2005-10-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:59:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Sickness</title><summary type='text'>Is it possible for words to actually cause morning sickness?I swear every time I hear or read the words "Brangelina," "Tomkat," or "Dashmi" I want to toss my cookies into the nearest waste receptacle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613194155497411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613194155497411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/10/word-sickness.html' title='Word Sickness'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613198545630659</id><published>2005-10-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:59:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life 101</title><summary type='text'>I think I am starting to figure out why we have such a high divorce rate in this country. We have ridiculous romantic expectations of what it means to be married.Yesterday I was reading one of the hundreds of pregnancy websites I read on a daily basis and stumbled upon a forum about husbands who refuse to be in the delivery room with their wives. Hundreds of men had posted comments saying they "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613198545630659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613198545630659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/10/real-life-101.html' title='Real Life 101'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613202235147551</id><published>2005-10-07T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:46:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Peanut</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I know it's been a really long time since I've posted here. But that's because I've been busy doing this----making that little peanut up there.Today we had our first ultrasound. I can't really describe how amazing it was seeing that little guy move around and hearing its heartbeat. It finally feels real. I finally feel pregnant instead of just sick.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613202235147551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613202235147551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-little-peanut.html' title='My Little Peanut'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613205850339484</id><published>2005-09-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:00:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuation Vacation</title><summary type='text'>We are finally back from our surprise evacuation vacation. We hit some traffic on the way out (though not as bad as most people) and on the way back, but all in all, it turned out to be a nice little excuse to visit the family in Arkansas. After all, I don't usually get three days of free vacation. We returned to find our house completely intact except for a few branches in the backyard. So Rita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613205850339484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613205850339484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/09/evacuation-vacation.html' title='Evacuation Vacation'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613208992752326</id><published>2005-09-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:01:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma......what Karma?</title><summary type='text'>So......after Houstonians selflessly opened up our city to the evacuees of Hurricane Katrina.......after we volunteered and gave as much as we could...........it seems that we are finally being rewarded.........with a hurricane of our own. So much for Karma.Hurricane Rita is now headed directly for the Texas coastline. Our local forecasters are predicting that power could be out for as long as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613208992752326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613208992752326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/09/karmawhat-karma.html' title='Karma......what Karma?'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613211938294777</id><published>2005-09-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:01:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>On the way to work this morning I passed an interesting billboard. It was black and white and had one word written on it in large, somber letters—DIGNITY. It was for a funeral home.I began to ponder the concept of dignity. “Dignity” is a word that has been thrown around a lot lately. News reporters have blathered on about the dead in New Orleans being “robbed of their dignity” by the failure of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613211938294777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613211938294777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexual-chocolate.html' title='Sexual Chocolate'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613215074195052</id><published>2005-09-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:46:57.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of One Heart Beating</title><summary type='text'>My online pregnancy calendar says that my baby's heart starts beating today.I'm guessing this is why I had my first full blown attack of morning sickness today. I feel like I've been up all night doing tequila shots.Pregnancy: all of the hangover, none of the booze.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613215074195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613215074195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-of-one-heart-beating.html' title='The Sound of One Heart Beating'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613219539766318</id><published>2005-09-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:49:03.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Within a City</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I went to the Astrodome to volunteer. After tossing and turning all week, I figured it was the least I could do. Driving up to the dome, I was immediately shocked by the sheer number of people I saw. They were everywhere. There were many pants less children being pushed around in shopping carts by their parents and others walking around with signs looking for relatives.After being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613219539766318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613219539766318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/09/city-within-city.html' title='City Within a City'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613226360248385</id><published>2005-08-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:04:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chemicals</title><summary type='text'>My emotions are completely out of control this morning. I can't get over what's happening in New Orleans. My best friend's family lives down there and they've pretty much lost everything. But it's not just the news coverage that's making me cry. It's everything. It's every stimulus I come in contact with. I can’t even listen to a slow song on the radio without crying. I hate this feeling. I hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613226360248385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613226360248385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/chemicals.html' title='The Chemicals'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613230383148530</id><published>2005-08-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:47:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.....The Bun</title><summary type='text'>Hi, folks.We are back from our vacation, and apparently just in time, given the weather on the gulf coast. It was lovely. I did a lot of laying around on the beach, laying around by the pool, and laying around in the condo. Who could ask for more?While we were on vacation, I discovered that our bun making was successful! So.........I would like to introduce you to my baby. It's that tiny clump of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613230383148530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613230383148530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/introducingthe-bun.html' title='Introducing.....The Bun'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613233553178181</id><published>2005-08-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:05:35.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><summary type='text'>I am off to vacation in Sunny Florida. I am taking my laptop, but I have no idea if our condo has DSL, so this will likely be my last post until August 28th. Peace and hair grease.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613233553178181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613233553178181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613239856724610</id><published>2005-08-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:50:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem of God</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever stop and think about how different your life would be if you made just one choice differently? Just one choice?I do. The most important decision I have probably ever made was where to go to college. I know that may seem trivial in comparison to deciding who to marry or when to have children, but those decisions were the direct result of my choice of where to go to school. I agonized </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613239856724610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613239856724610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/problem-of-god.html' title='The Problem of God'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613279038157201</id><published>2005-08-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:52:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Politics</title><summary type='text'>This is a long one, but full of good info.This following articles were taken from www.vegsource.com and www.alternet.org respectively. They basically echo the same things I have said in earlier posts--that our healthcare system is in shambles, that one great way to help repair that system is to have a healthier population that requires less medical care, and that the means with which to achieve a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613279038157201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613279038157201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-politics.html' title='Food Politics'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613283111899740</id><published>2005-08-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:54:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Commercial</title><summary type='text'>Have you guys seen the new Wendy's commercial? The one with the ranch tooth? In the commercial, this dude talks about how he has a ranch tooth instead of a sweet tooth that makes him crave ranch dressing. Everywhere the guy goes, this giant tooth wearing a cowboy hat and bandanna follows him around chanting "raaaanch."It follows him to the store. It follows him to work. All the while, slowly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613283111899740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613283111899740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-favorite-commercial.html' title='My New Favorite Commercial'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613356910274500</id><published>2005-08-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:54:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texicans</title><summary type='text'>I can almost hear millions of white anuses puckering up anxiously...Texas Becomes a Majority-Minority State"EL PASO, Texas (AP) - Texas has become the fourth state to have a non-white majority population, the U.S. Census Bureau said Thursday, a trend driven by a surging number of Hispanics moving to the state.According to the population estimates based on the 2000 Census, about 50.2 percent of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613356910274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613356910274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/texicans.html' title='Texicans'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613361132082346</id><published>2005-08-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:18:04.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design????</title><summary type='text'>I've been following this Intelligent Design vs. Evolution debate pretty closely, and this is the best argument I can put forth against Intelligent Design. It is also the best argument I can put forth as to why I don't bother getting pedicures and why I think feet are basically disgusting. This is my right foot.Cute, huh? Not so much. I have the stupidest nails on the face of the planet. Both my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613361132082346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613361132082346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligent-design.html' title='Intelligent Design????'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613368589721152</id><published>2005-07-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:28:05.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Standoffs—One Lunch Hour</title><summary type='text'>Women are officially nuts---myself included. I just wasted a quarter of my lunch hour in two separate poop standoffs. I don’t know how men behave in public bathrooms, but women usually don’t like to poop when there are other women in the bathroom—especially the work bathroom. Therefore, common protocol is for the pooper to sit and wait for the other people to leave the bathroom so that they can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613368589721152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613368589721152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/two-standoffsone-lunch-hour.html' title='Two Standoffs—One Lunch Hour'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613374727146349</id><published>2005-07-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:40:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard, or Hardly Working?</title><summary type='text'>This morning I realized that I have been working for almost 15 years now. FIFTEEN YEARS OF CONTRIBUTING TO THE CAPITALIST MACHINE!! I got my first full time babysitting job the summer I turned 13 and never looked back. When I turned 15 I got a job working at Arby’s in the mall. Now THAT was a fun job—the smell of roast beef in the morning...mixing the cheddar cheese sauce...scraping an inch thick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613374727146349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613374727146349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/working-hard-or-hardly-working.html' title='Working Hard, or Hardly Working?'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613378392346656</id><published>2005-07-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:29:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Footprints</title><summary type='text'>I want to live in the world of ideas,the only place where permanence exists.But every time I lose myselfin its sea of question marks,I am reminded of my humanity,of my body slowly rotting away,and my urge to eat,and procreate,and move my bowels.I pretend that my wordswill be immortal,but they too shall pass.I want to step in Siddartha’s riverand make the transient water halt.But I am no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613378392346656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613378392346656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/permanent-footprints.html' title='Permanent Footprints'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613382750755387</id><published>2005-07-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:45:51.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prozac Happy Housewife</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't allowed to watch much TV when I was little, (it was Satan's tool) but there was one episode of The Flintstones that I remember quite vividly. Wilma was such a wonderful cook that she got a job hosting a television show called “The Happy Housewife.” After a while, Wilma became so busy doing the television show, that she didn’t have time to cook dinner for Fred or clean the house. Fred got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613382750755387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613382750755387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/prozac-happy-housewife.html' title='The Prozac Happy Housewife'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613477244240664</id><published>2005-07-26T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:41:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lube Job</title><summary type='text'>Right now, piled up on my pool table (which also doubles as a catch all for bills, purses, dog toys, etc.) is a stack of letters from my health insurance company. The stack grows higher each and every day. I think it might soon require its own zip code. Every day there is a new letter and a new excuse. Since I began working at my firm in January, I have been to the doctor about six times. I wasn’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613477244240664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613477244240664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/lube-job.html' title='Lube Job'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613480872175052</id><published>2005-07-25T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:46:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depends on What?</title><summary type='text'>I was just at the grocery store on my lunch hour. The man in front of me in line was probably about sixty years old or so. The contents of his basket were: one case of beer, two cases of Depends, and seven packs of Virginia Slims.I don't know what this guy has planned for the afternoon, but I want in on it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613480872175052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613480872175052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/depends-on-what.html' title='Depends on What?'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-114613485070819571</id><published>2005-07-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:47:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture (not the Blondie kind)</title><summary type='text'>It’s Monday morning and I’m exhausted. I’m always exhausted on Monday morning. I’ve already bathed my eyes in Visine twice today, but I still look like I’ve been smoking weed all night. Chronic insomnia has always been a fixture in my life, but Sunday nights are the worst. I don’t know if it’s the impending doom of going back to work or latent guilt for not attending church that day. Or maybe it’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613485070819571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/114613485070819571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/rapture-not-blondie-kind.html' title='Rapture (not the Blondie kind)'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117560649797676245</id><published>2005-07-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:21:37.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Money, Mo Problems</title><summary type='text'>(N.B. The comic above is from Pearls Before Swine by Stephen Pastis. He's amazing)I don’t think I have mentioned this before, but I work at an accounting firm. The firm I work for specializes in tax, wealth preservation, trust, and estate services for very high net worth individuals. In other words, we help filthy rich bastards keep every penny they possibly can. And our clients are rich--filthy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560649797676245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560649797676245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/mo-money-mo-problems.html' title='Mo Money, Mo Problems'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117560673036111767</id><published>2005-07-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:25:30.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infinite Questions</title><summary type='text'>"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to live the questions themselves. ... Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”---</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560673036111767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560673036111767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/infinite-questions.html' title='The Infinite Questions'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117560710989138172</id><published>2005-07-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:31:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a blonde, hip-hop dancing, movie spoiler</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was a weekend of self-discovery. I have realized a few things about myself this weekend and they are as follows:***I am, and will always be a blonde. I came to this realization at the hair salon on Saturday after getting some kick ass highlights. Sure, I experimented with going natural for a while. I was even a brunette for a few months out in LA. But somehow I just keep coming back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560710989138172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560710989138172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/confessions-of-blonde-hip-hop-dancing.html' title='Confessions of a blonde, hip-hop dancing, movie spoiler'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27100121.post-117560728629604675</id><published>2005-07-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:34:46.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>I swore I'd never become a blogger and yet here I am. I've never been one to do what's trendy. I fought capri pants to the bitter end before finally caving and buying some. Even now I cringe as I type the word "blog." It's just such an ugly word and sounds so horrible. I don't know who came up with it, but I think we should start some sort of internet revolution to delete that term from popular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560728629604675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27100121/posts/default/117560728629604675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highonlife1.blogspot.com/2005/07/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Alex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
