<?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-995091536070089023</id><updated>2011-08-25T22:39:12.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Left of the Middle</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't Panic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-3920542090207864598</id><published>2011-08-25T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:39:12.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super excited! My brother is coming to visit me here on Maui. He has not been on Maui since 2002. We saw each other in February but only for a few days when I went to Arizona for his second wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to show him the island, and why I choose to live here.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good chance for us to get to know each other better as we have inevitably grown apart as we grew up.&lt;br /&gt;He will be staying with me in my cabin in Waiehu, and he will be here for a week.&lt;br /&gt;It shall be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-3920542090207864598?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3920542090207864598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=3920542090207864598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3920542090207864598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3920542090207864598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2011/08/super-excited-my-brother-is-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8592194425364663748</id><published>2011-07-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:21:03.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Turn of Events</title><content type='html'>I am currently unemployed. That is not something I ever expected to say. I have been working since I was 15 (and before then if you count babysitting) so this is a whole new experience for me. I am unemployed because I was fired, yet another thing I never expected to say. To make a long story short, they brought in a new manager from the mainland and I was fired from a commission based sales job (selling cell-phones) for not meeting some arbitrary sales goal the company had set. So, even though I was a loyal, hard working employee I was fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most people would find this strange but, I think it was probably the best thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been unhappy there for a long time (again a VERY long story) and although I was angry and hurt at first, I came to realize that I was so much happier to no longer work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I am lucky to have some money saved up so I don't have to stress about how to pay the bills, which will allow me to be picky in choosing my next place of employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been enjoying my free time. Usually I am crazy busy, working full-time, and attending college full-time, so I have no free time. This has been a nice change of pace for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a typical unemployed day for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up.&lt;br /&gt;I make coffee and eat some breakfast, while checking craigslist for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I go to the gym and spend some time on the elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;I run errands while out, if necessary, like grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I shower.&lt;br /&gt;I then watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Or play Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;Or read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;Or hang with the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to do what I want when I want.&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8592194425364663748?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8592194425364663748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8592194425364663748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8592194425364663748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8592194425364663748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2011/07/interesting-turn-of-events.html' title='Interesting Turn of Events'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8507389413057667849</id><published>2009-11-13T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:08:06.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Faith</title><content type='html'>Wow time flies...I need to get back into a regular routine with this blog...not that anyone reads it...but I miss writing...I have been super busy with work and school and partying too much....basically living life and having fun...I recently read Waiter Rant and it made me realize that I miss writing...and I miss the restaurant industry, of which I will probably never again be a part of. My shoulder is FUBAR and cooking again would DESTROY it.&lt;br /&gt;My new job selling cellphones pays the bills (quite well I must add) but it makes me lose faith in humanity on a daily basis. I have never dealt with as many crazy people as I have on this job. Customer service is not an easy industry to work in. People are demanding and think that everything should go their way, they are entitled to whatever they want...for FREE! (At least according to them.) I unfortunately have the duty of enforcing policies while making the customer happy. Not always an easy balance to strike. In fact a lot of the time its damn near impossible. Customers make mistakes and then expect me to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh your phone's broken, what's wrong with it? Oh you ran over it? Oh ok is there insurance on the phone? No, well, without insurance the repair fee is 100$...I understand that is expensive....I know thats why we recommend people add insurance to their phones for situations just like this...you could upgrade your phone and extend your contract for a discount on a new phone...oh you dont want to extend your contract...well then its full retail price for a new phone or the repair fee is 100$." On and on we go in circles....and all I want to say is "YOU RAN OVER YOUR PHONE! YOU BROKE IT! YOU CHOSE NOT TO PUT INSURANCE ON THE  PHONE! DEAL WITH IT!! DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO GIVE YOU ANOTHER PHONE FOR FREE? PAY UP!!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how many times a day I have this SAME conversation with people...I keep hoping that one day people will get it...until then I guess I'll just have to maintain my sanity with my type of meditating: popping bubble wrap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8507389413057667849?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8507389413057667849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8507389413057667849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8507389413057667849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8507389413057667849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/losing-faith.html' title='Losing Faith'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-4444266793164225985</id><published>2009-08-11T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:21:49.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile.. I am super busy finishing up the summer semester and preparing for the fall semester...working full-time...and in the middle of moving from Kihei to Waiehu....big changes...finally decided to get my own place and not deal with roommates. Just needed my own space and the ability to do what I want when I want! Super excited but a little nervous too...I don't deal with change very well, although I am sure everything will be fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-4444266793164225985?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4444266793164225985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=4444266793164225985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4444266793164225985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4444266793164225985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2009/08/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-4012669489414950996</id><published>2009-04-13T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:05:41.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahine's That Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyKAJ3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lh6NNyVs8XI/s1600-h/IM001632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083963159340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyKAJ3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lh6NNyVs8XI/s320/IM001632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyG4HSZmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p2LRohYJTyA/s1600-h/IM001631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083909461436002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyG4HSZmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p2LRohYJTyA/s320/IM001631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyDFKpBXI/AAAAAAAAADw/H7AjO8YqisA/s1600-h/IM001630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083844245685618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyDFKpBXI/AAAAAAAAADw/H7AjO8YqisA/s320/IM001630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx-vDMQkI/AAAAAAAAADo/8xC9r0QHPmo/s1600-h/IM001628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083769589383746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx-vDMQkI/AAAAAAAAADo/8xC9r0QHPmo/s320/IM001628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx7XML8AI/AAAAAAAAADg/3s3hJoIyRRs/s1600-h/IM001627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083711645052930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx7XML8AI/AAAAAAAAADg/3s3hJoIyRRs/s320/IM001627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx3MlGzzI/AAAAAAAAADY/olZsxi9_xMM/s1600-h/IM001626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083640077307698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLx3MlGzzI/AAAAAAAAADY/olZsxi9_xMM/s320/IM001626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paula Fuga, Erin Smith and The Girlas at Hard Rock Lahaina....a GREAT show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-4012669489414950996?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4012669489414950996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=4012669489414950996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4012669489414950996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4012669489414950996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahines-that-rock.html' title='Wahine&apos;s That Rock!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SeLyKAJ3Z1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lh6NNyVs8XI/s72-c/IM001632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-5906492988602973929</id><published>2009-04-13T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:02:40.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I have been busy working full-time and attending college full-time. I don't have much spare time between the two. I went to the beach for the first time in months today, it was good, windy, but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-5906492988602973929?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5906492988602973929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=5906492988602973929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5906492988602973929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5906492988602973929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2859772661612326398</id><published>2009-02-17T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:22:19.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says..</title><content type='html'>USING ONLY ONE WORD! It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to tag the person you received it from!&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? ...... desk&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? .......none&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? ...... red&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? .... somewhere&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? ..... toronto&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? ..... music&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? .... dunno&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? ...... milk&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? ...... fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in? .... bedroom&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? ...... horror&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? ..... regret&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? .... fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? ..... here&lt;br /&gt;15. Your greatest accomplishment? ...... life&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? ..... blueberry&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item? ..... laptop&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? .... VT&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did? ...... write&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? ...... clothes&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? .....House&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? .... Theron&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends? .... neccessity&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?...... promising&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? ...... tired&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing some one? .... always&lt;br /&gt;27. Car? ...... Nissan&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? ..... ignorance&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store? ..... Mahina&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color? ..... Blue&lt;br /&gt;31. You dislike? ...... ignorance&lt;br /&gt;32. Marriage?...... no&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? ...... earlier&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? .... Friday&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will resend this? ..... dunno&lt;br /&gt;36. One place that I go to over and over? .... bed&lt;br /&gt;37. One person who emails me regularly? ..... Dad&lt;br /&gt;38. My favorite place to eat?..... RCSH&lt;br /&gt;39. Why you participated in this survey?.... boredom&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you doing tonight? ..... homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2859772661612326398?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2859772661612326398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2859772661612326398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2859772661612326398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2859772661612326398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says..'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-379950322473938484</id><published>2008-11-04T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:57:46.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SRE10LJyuvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eGtVpJB9IDY/s1600-h/IM001586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048609836153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SRE10LJyuvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eGtVpJB9IDY/s320/IM001586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SRE1zwBdnGI/AAAAAAAAADI/j9fH5hAUxbc/s1600-h/IM001585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048602553457762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SRE1zwBdnGI/AAAAAAAAADI/j9fH5hAUxbc/s320/IM001585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some photos from Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-379950322473938484?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/379950322473938484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=379950322473938484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/379950322473938484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/379950322473938484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SRE10LJyuvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eGtVpJB9IDY/s72-c/IM001586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-5536221830469893170</id><published>2008-11-04T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:56:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!!</title><content type='html'>We made history today. I couldn't be happier. I finally registered to vote today (I know, I know) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercised&lt;/span&gt; my right to vote. I have been glued to the news all day today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-5536221830469893170?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5536221830469893170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=5536221830469893170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5536221830469893170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5536221830469893170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-5499754808949769091</id><published>2008-10-23T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:21:32.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwz1tATfI/AAAAAAAAADA/DfRVdD8z0VU/s1600-h/IM001555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539506892754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwz1tATfI/AAAAAAAAADA/DfRVdD8z0VU/s320/IM001555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My New Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzuUgISI/AAAAAAAAAC4/L63TZafTWZ0/s1600-h/IM001553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539504910934306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzuUgISI/AAAAAAAAAC4/L63TZafTWZ0/s320/IM001553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda and Lesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzU-nogI/AAAAAAAAACw/l6xKIJeP3iw/s1600-h/EX000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539498108264962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzU-nogI/AAAAAAAAACw/l6xKIJeP3iw/s320/EX000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next Day @Secrets with Amanda and Lesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzBF43aI/AAAAAAAAACo/1tc66wnKDBs/s1600-h/IM001548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539492770045346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwzBF43aI/AAAAAAAAACo/1tc66wnKDBs/s320/IM001548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Amanda and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwy0-COoI/AAAAAAAAACg/OknStavd3Bs/s1600-h/IM001547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260539489515879042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwy0-COoI/AAAAAAAAACg/OknStavd3Bs/s320/IM001547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-5499754808949769091?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5499754808949769091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=5499754808949769091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5499754808949769091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5499754808949769091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday celebration!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SQEwz1tATfI/AAAAAAAAADA/DfRVdD8z0VU/s72-c/IM001555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-1291685233155023520</id><published>2008-10-23T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:52:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overstimulation</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time. Things have been well for the most part. I am easing into the routine of the new job, although I still have much to learn, as I find out every day. I have been enjoying school, I just took midterms today, hopefully I aced them I would like to keep my 4.0. But between work and school, most days my brain feels exhausted and scrambled from trying to cram so much info in it. It is not happy with me some days.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was Oct. 3rd. The girls and I went for some late night sushi ar Sansei and then hit the bars for some drinks and dancing. It was a lot of fun. The party continued the next day when we went to Secrets beach in the morning. We then proceeded to town so I could get my hair done. (FINALLY!) Then we headed to the fair and ate ourselves silly. The fair here is kind of sad compared to the ones I am used to, but the food is amazing!! It's all homemade local food!! My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures from the birthday celebration later, as I am using a computer in the computer lab at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-1291685233155023520?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1291685233155023520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=1291685233155023520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/1291685233155023520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/1291685233155023520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/overstimulation.html' title='Overstimulation'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2922607934184283919</id><published>2008-08-29T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:40:49.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!!!</title><content type='html'>After being carless for5 months (approx) I finally bought a car! I am so excited! I know gas prices are insane but after riding the bus for 5 months I am ready to have a car! I don't mind riding the bus, but when you have to spen 2 hours on it everyday to get to work and school, it gets old real fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1996 Nissan Sentra, and I love it! I can't wait to drive it to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2922607934184283919?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2922607934184283919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2922607934184283919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2922607934184283919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2922607934184283919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/08/freedom.html' title='Freedom!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-3219437724420391846</id><published>2008-08-18T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:36:16.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>After 5 years, and a shoulder injury, I have finally chosen to quit Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. I could no longer do the job physically and my doctor recommended that I find another job, one that did not require constant use of my shoulder, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;I have fixed feelings about it. I know I couldn't do the job anymore, but I miss the people I worked with, and I miss my job. It was so much fun. I will miss it very much.&lt;br /&gt;I am now working at Sprint as a retail consultant. So far so good, we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my roommate his notice and he has since moved out. My new roommie will be here onWeds. She is the sister of my good friend (and now roommie) Amanda. It will be nice to meet her since I have heard so much about her. It will be fun to have 3 single women living together I think. (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how life changes sometimes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-3219437724420391846?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3219437724420391846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=3219437724420391846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3219437724420391846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3219437724420391846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2712449814665845573</id><published>2008-07-20T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:14:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More anxiety...</title><content type='html'>I saw my doctor, who recommended I stay out longer, another 4 weeks to be exact. We will see what happens with my job.&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking out because I need to give my roommate his 45 days notice to move out. I am a big chicken and don't know what to say. It's nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it over with though so maybe my stomach will stop churning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2712449814665845573?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2712449814665845573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2712449814665845573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2712449814665845573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2712449814665845573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-anxiety.html' title='More anxiety...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-5185304897592482948</id><published>2008-07-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:30:24.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I see my doctor again tomorrow. My shoulder is still messed up and does appear to be healing miraculously anytime soon. My employer has informed me that I am out of medical leave. and won't give me a straight answer as to what will happen if my doctor says I need to stay out longer. I am freaking out once again. I believe that I am going to be fired if I need to stay out longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-5185304897592482948?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5185304897592482948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=5185304897592482948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5185304897592482948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/5185304897592482948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/07/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-3180296096005285087</id><published>2008-07-03T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:29:31.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am freaking out!!!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when it rains, it pours? Not only do I have to deal with my shoulder injury, but I also need to find a new job because of said injury. On top of that I need to find a new roommate. One who won't be loud and obnoxious all night long. If I don't find a new roommate I may be responsible for paying my rent, and that portion of the rent as well, not too mention the extra utilities involved. I am barely making it as it is!!&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-3180296096005285087?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3180296096005285087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=3180296096005285087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3180296096005285087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3180296096005285087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-freaking-out.html' title='I am freaking out!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2552148194954997111</id><published>2008-06-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:05:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and such...</title><content type='html'>It's been while. My Dad has returned to Toronto, I am still out of work due to my shoulder injury and I had to kick out one of my roommates. After months of having the same conversation about respecting other roommates and being quiet late at night every week, the straw that broke the camels back occured last Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was woken out of a dead sleep at 3 AM by a roommate returning home with 2 girls from the bars. They were incredibly loud and obnoxious until 8:30. They kept me up all night and when I went out there at 7 AM made no effort to be quiet or apologize or anything. So I decided enough was enough. My roommate obviously does not respect me or even care so he needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going through the incredibly frustrating process of interviewing new roommates. All I want is someone quiet, respectful and relatively clean....is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2552148194954997111?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2552148194954997111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2552148194954997111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2552148194954997111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2552148194954997111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuff-and-such.html' title='Stuff and such...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-7581948603179369669</id><published>2008-05-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:23:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui Ocean Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nGf3AeI/AAAAAAAAABE/cqvlIGKD1RM/s1600-h/IM001462.JPG"&gt;I have been to the Maui Ocean Center a few times before today, but it is still fun to go. You always learn new things, and are reminded of things you forgot. Here is a few pics from today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nGf3AeI/AAAAAAAAABE/cqvlIGKD1RM/s1600-h/IM001462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593393487872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nGf3AeI/AAAAAAAAABE/cqvlIGKD1RM/s320/IM001462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nWf3AfI/AAAAAAAAABM/oWTL7MyD0qg/s1600-h/IM001463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593397782839794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nWf3AfI/AAAAAAAAABM/oWTL7MyD0qg/s320/IM001463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nWf3AgI/AAAAAAAAABU/prcuseiYYNs/s1600-h/IM001468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593397782839810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nWf3AgI/AAAAAAAAABU/prcuseiYYNs/s320/IM001468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nmf3AhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WU_3IUZ3Zqk/s1600-h/IM001469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593402077807122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nmf3AhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WU_3IUZ3Zqk/s320/IM001469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nmf3AiI/AAAAAAAAABk/0WBtoGJHJYI/s1600-h/IM001473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593402077807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nmf3AiI/AAAAAAAAABk/0WBtoGJHJYI/s320/IM001473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-7581948603179369669?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7581948603179369669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=7581948603179369669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7581948603179369669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7581948603179369669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/maui-ocean-center.html' title='Maui Ocean Center'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SD37nGf3AeI/AAAAAAAAABE/cqvlIGKD1RM/s72-c/IM001462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-7916802844924476013</id><published>2008-05-26T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:23:50.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Hana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuIm2f3AZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uo2nVrZ3WqI/s1600-h/IM001442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204903995402289554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuIm2f3AZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uo2nVrZ3WqI/s320/IM001442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuIm2f3AaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kN_iUOtnYpQ/s1600-h/IM001451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204903995402289570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuIm2f3AaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kN_iUOtnYpQ/s320/IM001451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInGf3AbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/joUS89fEgVk/s1600-h/IM001444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204903999697256882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInGf3AbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/joUS89fEgVk/s320/IM001444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInGf3AcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IQMbbLrPStE/s1600-h/IM001445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204903999697256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInGf3AcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IQMbbLrPStE/s320/IM001445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInWf3AdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/26sJDZGKC-s/s1600-h/IM001449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204904003992224210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuInWf3AdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/26sJDZGKC-s/s320/IM001449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was an amazing time. I spent the day with my Dad, his wife Rachel in and around Hana. The road to Hana is one of my favorite places on Earth. When I go I never want to leave. I wish I had more pictures but on the road my batteries died and I was not able to replace them until we were almost done with the trip. Boo! But my Dad took lots of pics and said he would e-mail them to me. It was a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-7916802844924476013?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7916802844924476013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=7916802844924476013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7916802844924476013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7916802844924476013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-to-hana.html' title='The Road to Hana...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SDuIm2f3AZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uo2nVrZ3WqI/s72-c/IM001442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-4483441934115252374</id><published>2008-05-21T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T02:09:37.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>My dad has been talking about coming out here for over a year now and he finally gets here on saturday. We both are very excited. We have not seen each other (although we talk every week) in 7 years. We last saw each other at my high school graduation in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder is still painful, albeit less so since I have been doing physical therapy. I was supposed to return to work on June 2nd but that has been pushed back two weeks to June 16th in order to give my shoulder as much time as possible to heal. Right now I am worried that even with that extra time it still won't be enough. My shoulder is pretty messed up. Both my doctor and my physical therapist are a bit mystified by my shoulder problems. We shall see.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-4483441934115252374?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4483441934115252374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=4483441934115252374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4483441934115252374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4483441934115252374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-755535972593502949</id><published>2008-05-13T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:03:54.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Music is the Best!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I was reminded of how amazing live music is.&lt;br /&gt; I went out Saturday night for the first time in months. I had previously introduced my friend Amanda to the music of Erin Smith (another friend of mine) so Saturday night we went to see Erin play live at Ambrosia. It was great. Erin was fantastic as always, she was fighting an ear infection but sounded just as good as every other time I have seen her live.&lt;br /&gt;A resolution: go see more live music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-755535972593502949?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/755535972593502949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=755535972593502949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/755535972593502949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/755535972593502949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/live-music-is-best.html' title='Live Music is the Best!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2288651191459995507</id><published>2008-05-03T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:23:50.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SBwd0smZn1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lb_57sR8TWo/s1600-h/IM001410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196060861241335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SBwd0smZn1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lb_57sR8TWo/s320/IM001410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine showed me this flower, probably the most beautiful Hibiscus I have ever seen. It may be hard to see in the picture but in person it looks like it has been tie-dyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2288651191459995507?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2288651191459995507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2288651191459995507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2288651191459995507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2288651191459995507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/beauty.html' title='Beauty...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3rSdNVLHmk/SBwd0smZn1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lb_57sR8TWo/s72-c/IM001410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8875527003901444919</id><published>2008-05-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:07:20.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking...</title><content type='html'>Now that I am no longer cooking for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, the desire to cook at home as come over me. Nothing fancy, just simple, tasty food.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been trying to eat healthier. lots of leafy greens and veggies. For someone who is used to eating Ramen noodles and processed foods this is not always an easy task. But so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;One day I made a bolognese pasta with lots of garlic and hot italian pasta.&lt;br /&gt;Another day I made pork chops with balsamic, rosemary and thyme roasted potatoes, kula sweet corn and a salad with lots of veggies for appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;I've also broiled a ribeye steak, marinaded in Worcestershire and garlic. I've also made BBQ Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Today I baked a German Chocolate cake for someones birthday.&lt;br /&gt;One of my upcoming projects is buffalo wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8875527003901444919?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8875527003901444919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8875527003901444919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8875527003901444919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8875527003901444919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/05/cooking.html' title='Cooking...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2310369567909006269</id><published>2008-04-20T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:14:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins, whales and turtles!!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in a bit of a funk. Today is the 2 year anniversary of my boyfriends death but it ended up being a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my roommate I was able to go out on a Pacific Whale Foundation boat today with a friend. It was only an hour long, so I really didn't expect to see anything, I figured it would just be a nice boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong. Within 10 minutes we had seen bottle-nosed dolphins fairly close to the boat. After we got further out we encountered a momma humpback whale and her calf. A male humpback ended up showing up as well.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back in to the harbor we saw 2 turtles pop their heads up for air.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. It reminded me why I live on Maui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2310369567909006269?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2310369567909006269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2310369567909006269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2310369567909006269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2310369567909006269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/04/dolphins-whales-and-turtles.html' title='Dolphins, whales and turtles!!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-6163725089089807324</id><published>2008-04-20T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:33:44.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but time...</title><content type='html'>So the saga of my injured shoulder continues. My employer forced me to take a leave of absence until a doctor cleared me to return to work 100%. My doctor put me out of work for 2 months during which time I am being tortured with physical therapy twice a week. If that fails, we will try more cortisone injections. If that fails, than it is time for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;It is week to of not working and it is incredibly strange to not have to go to work. To have all the time in the world to do whatever I want. I have finally been able to go to the beach, hang out with friends, read, cook, whatever I want. The first week I didn't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have been stressed out about money. I am receiving temporary disibility but it is only 60% of what I normally make. But my sister has come to my aid and I think everything will be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-6163725089089807324?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6163725089089807324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=6163725089089807324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/6163725089089807324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/6163725089089807324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-but-time.html' title='Nothing but time...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8669769351694008542</id><published>2008-03-29T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:47:26.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Day Weekend....</title><content type='html'>Nothing new to report to you constant reader.&lt;br /&gt;(Stole that from Stephen King! Although I don't presume to believe I have constant readers since only one other person knows about this blog....It just popped into my brain and made me laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder is still FUBAR with no relief in sight. I am considering getting a second opinion from surgeons on Oahu. I've said it before and I will say it again....I AM TIRED OF BEING IN PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I had a 4 day weekend this week since my chef is an idiot. I pretty much laid on the couch and watched movies and read Duma Key by Stephen King. I helped a friend with something that needed to get done. I watched the sunset at the beach with friends and I got my hair done for the first time in a year. Other than that....nothing! It was nice. I'm not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It kills my shoulder. On top of that I am no longer completely satisfied with my job. I love my actual job, but I don't like all of the stupid bullshit that goes along with it....i.e my chef. But it is hard for me to think about leaving since it is a means to an end for me anyway,. It's just to pay the bills and allows me (because of my seniority) a flexible schedule for college.&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8669769351694008542?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8669769351694008542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8669769351694008542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8669769351694008542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8669769351694008542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-day-weekend.html' title='4 Day Weekend....'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-6870516828351136791</id><published>2008-03-05T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:14:28.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Blah.......</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a really long time because I have been having a rough time and did not feel like writing. I still don't.&lt;br /&gt;An update on the shoulder fiasco: after immobilizing my shoulder for 5 days I was still in pain. my regular physician referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who after examining me said I had 2 options, try physical therapy again or try a cortisone injection. Having already spent 3 months in physical therapy I opted for the cortisone. The injection itself hurt like a bitch, but the next 4 days were worse. I could not even move my arm without excruciating pain, my pain doubled that of the pain before the injection. I had to take 10 days off of work to let the cortisone do its thing. After those 10 days....I STILL HAD PAIN! So I went back to the orthopedic surgeon who examined me again and gave me three options: 1. another cortisone injection in a different spot. 2. An MRI. 3 An arthrogram (an xray where the inject the joint with die). I opted to get an MRI to hopefully discover what exactly is wrong with my shoulder. I get those results on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of that my car is not running, she won't start. And I had to kick out and replace one of my roommates. It's been a long painful couple of months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-6870516828351136791?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6870516828351136791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=6870516828351136791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/6870516828351136791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/6870516828351136791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/03/state-of-blah.html' title='The State of Blah.......'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-3987717410909266814</id><published>2008-01-13T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:11:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicodin, Soma and Meloxicam....</title><content type='html'>So...I have had pain in my shoulder and neck for over a year now. I have tedonitis and impingement syndrome. Which basically means that the tendons in my shoulder are swollen and inflamed. They are very mad at me for overusing them. Because of this inflammation, my tendons are being pinched between my shoulder bone and my arm bone. It is incredibly painful. I spent 3 months in 2006 in physical therapy for this problem. I had hoped that this would "fix" this problem. Apparently I was wrong. The pain improved but never really went away, then a few months ago it came back with a vengeance. I tried to work through the pain because I'm incredibly stubborn...and oh yeah...we were short staffed at work. I waited until it became intolerable, and then I went to the doctor who told me I had to immobolize my shoulder for 5 days. No work, no play, nothing. Just me, my bed, a stack of movies and a stack of books.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to go stir crazy, but, I have to admit it's been a nice break. But I still don't think that it "fixed" anything, not permanently anyway. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-3987717410909266814?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3987717410909266814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=3987717410909266814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3987717410909266814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3987717410909266814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/01/vicodin-soma-and-meloxicam.html' title='Vicodin, Soma and Meloxicam....'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-725996444388082014</id><published>2008-01-10T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:51:54.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Such...</title><content type='html'>"I am proposing that we reconceive the dream. That we consider what would happen if security were not the point of our existence. That we find freedom, aliveness, and power not from what contains, locates or protects us but from what dissolves, reveals and expands us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Eve Ensler from her book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure at Last:&lt;br /&gt;Losing it in our Security Obsessed World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-725996444388082014?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/725996444388082014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=725996444388082014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/725996444388082014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/725996444388082014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts-and-such.html' title='Thoughts and Such...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8043922330886439534</id><published>2007-12-31T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:29:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;-Walk more&lt;br /&gt;-Ride my bike more.&lt;br /&gt;-Read more.&lt;br /&gt;-Be less anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;-Eat better.&lt;br /&gt;-Take some dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;-Do yoga more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8043922330886439534?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8043922330886439534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8043922330886439534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8043922330886439534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8043922330886439534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-3596838916220253186</id><published>2007-12-30T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:00:07.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off...</title><content type='html'>So I stole this idea from a friend....that being said...&lt;br /&gt;A day off to me means:&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;-Reading.&lt;br /&gt;-Lounging in bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Movies.&lt;br /&gt;-Not talking, if I'm not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;-Hanging with friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Naked Beach Day (although it's been awhile.)&lt;br /&gt;-Cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;-A nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to family.&lt;br /&gt;-Art time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-3596838916220253186?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3596838916220253186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=3596838916220253186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3596838916220253186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/3596838916220253186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-off.html' title='A day off...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-9014502567358798568</id><published>2007-12-29T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:53:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been over 2 weeks since my last post. I haven't felt inspired to write at all. The holidays have been rough for me. They always are anyway, since it reminds me of the two people I have lost in the recent years, but this year feels especially difficult. I don't know if it is because I am working 6 days a week, and putting in 10 hour days, but whatever it is, it has been rough. I have felt overwhelmingly anti-social, and exhausted, almost all of the time. I have attempted a conscious effort to pull myself out of the balck hole I find myself in, but to no avail. I hope that having 2 days off this week will help. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-9014502567358798568?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/9014502567358798568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=9014502567358798568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/9014502567358798568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/9014502567358798568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-7944147480009619027</id><published>2007-12-13T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:39:06.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funk...</title><content type='html'>Today I lapsed into a funk.&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was wrong when I was on the phone with my Dad. I found myself getting irritated with him, which almost never happens. See my Dad, he is...a joker. I always have good conversations with him, so I knew something was up.&lt;br /&gt;I putzed around my room organizing, I got on the internet, I tried watching the boob tube.....nothing seemed to help.&lt;br /&gt;I have these episodes every once in awhile. I feel bored, restless, antsy and incapable of making a decision as to what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Finally as I have learned to do from previous experiences I decided I had to get out of the house. So I went to see a movie. But not just any movie, because not just any movie would cheer me up....it needed to be something dark and scary....so I got online to see what was playing, and lo and behold there was Stephen King's The Mist. Anyone who knows me knows I am a Stephen King fanatic. (I bet you didn't know he has a daughter with my name.) So this was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great, I was surprised actually, usually they butcher King's work when turning it into a movie. It helped break me out of my funk as well.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this question:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that fucked up, dark, scary ass movies.............................cheer me up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-7944147480009619027?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7944147480009619027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=7944147480009619027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7944147480009619027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/7944147480009619027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/funk.html' title='Funk...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-8557029787269849553</id><published>2007-12-10T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:48:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...........and Ziggy Marley!!</title><content type='html'>I feel refreshed, revived, alive. The Ziggy Marley show was just what I needed. I put my request in for the day off a month ago, as soon as I heard he was coming to Maui. I told myself, "I do not care how much it costs or if it rains. I do not care what work says, or if I have to go alone, I am going to this concert.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't that expensive and it DID rain, (which actually made the concert infinitely better) and work gave me the night off, and I went with a bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. I've been trying to tell friends that couldn't go, how great the concert was. I have yet to find the words to express my joy. Ziggy was amazing, fantastic, superb, I could keep going....To use the words of a friend, "It was Epic!"&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there dancing in the rain, to..............ZIGGY MARLEY.............. surrounded by friends, I felt.....alive and full of joy. I thought to myself, "Is this really my life? Do I really live like this? On a beautiful island, with amazing people, where I get to experience these kind of things?"&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my life......and I love EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-8557029787269849553?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8557029787269849553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=8557029787269849553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8557029787269849553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/8557029787269849553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainand-ziggy-marley.html' title='Rain...........and Ziggy Marley!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2465883122860098218</id><published>2007-12-08T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:37:53.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Weather.....</title><content type='html'>It has been an interesting and eye-opening week on the island of Maui. You see I live in Kihei, Maui, where it almost never rains. In fact the weather hardly ever changes. So this past week we had our first big Kona Storm in years. It rained for a week. And I'm not talking about the normal Kihei rains either. This was not the normal "Kihei Mist" that we get. This was a downpour for a week. This was, "Raining cats and dogs." This was monsoon weather. The roads were flooded, cars were floating in the streets, trees were knocked over. I saw one tree that crushed a car on South Kihei Road. We lost power for 2 days. Which may not seem that bad, but on an island it can be rough. Everything was closed. I was lucky to find food. I lived on pre-made sandwiches for 2 days. (Not my ideal diet.) Communication with my workplace was difficult to say the least. No one was answering their phones, reception was bad, it was a logistical nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;The entire thing made me wonder, what is going to happen if we got a real storm, and actual hurricane?This one was bad, but nowhere near what a hurricane could do. What would we do then???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2465883122860098218?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2465883122860098218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2465883122860098218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2465883122860098218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2465883122860098218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather.....'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2210207041030535514</id><published>2007-12-04T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:02:47.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others,you may become vain and bitter;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your business affairs;for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;many persons strive for high ideals;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.Especially, do not feign affection.Neither be cynical about love;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantmentit is as perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,gracefully surrendering the things of youth.Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,whatever you conceive Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations,in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.Be cheerful.Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2210207041030535514?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2210207041030535514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2210207041030535514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2210207041030535514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2210207041030535514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-2684420345129011328</id><published>2007-12-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:59:48.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart. Do not keep this message.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;--- Laurie Kuslansky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-2684420345129011328?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2684420345129011328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=2684420345129011328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2684420345129011328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/2684420345129011328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-4663389626725937591</id><published>2007-12-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:52:49.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka, Orange Juice, and Guys...</title><content type='html'>So there's this guy, we won't mention his name...who drives me crazy. We've been hanging out for while now and I am surprisingly into him. It started as a sexual attraction, but after spending some time with him I realized I actually like the guy. But it is complicated.....we work together. It is also frustrating because I am more available to him, than he is to me. I never thought I would be that girl who hangs out with a guy on his terms, usually it's on my terms. Usually I'm pretty fiercely independent and don't make myself that available to guys, but this guy has made me a little unhinged. I don't know why. I need to step outside the bubble and look at this situation from a new vantage point, because things can not keep going the way they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-4663389626725937591?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4663389626725937591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=4663389626725937591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4663389626725937591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/4663389626725937591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/vodka-orange-juice-and-guys.html' title='Vodka, Orange Juice, and Guys...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995091536070089023.post-853885262760425046</id><published>2007-12-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:46:15.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog...</title><content type='html'>First let me say that it has been awhile since I have written a blog. My old one got deleted and I was unmotivated to start another until recently. It may take awhile to get into the groove.&lt;br /&gt;That being said....here goes nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995091536070089023-853885262760425046?l=dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/853885262760425046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=995091536070089023&amp;postID=853885262760425046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/853885262760425046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995091536070089023/posts/default/853885262760425046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingleftofthemiddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-blog.html' title='New blog...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09954529272600596353</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
