<?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-9111013631293343253</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:34:40.205-08:00</updated><category term='Work'/><title type='text'>Back that Truck Up!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-1745758621528135915</id><published>2011-10-31T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:36:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The top four reasons you should have gotten your teeth cleaned on Halloween by my dentist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  You'll get to hear Thriller and Monster Mash while you wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My hygienist dressed up as a cowgirl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  The office manager dressed up as a pirate, complete with nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' teeth that she had made in a lab.  Yes my friends, you heard right - professionally made fake teeth (complete with bits of lettuce stuck in them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not convinced?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  After declaring that I had no cavities, my dentist gave me peanut butter cup.  Yes, he's awesome.  And possibly conniving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Switch to my dentist...and then tell him I referred you so he will send me a gift certificate to an ice cream shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...he definitely is conniving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1745758621528135915?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1745758621528135915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1745758621528135915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1745758621528135915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1745758621528135915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6724203440851301779</id><published>2011-09-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:21:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the people demand pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(And by "the people," I clearly mean "one person.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, Dustin, I, and Friends did the Dirty Dash - a 10K mud run/obstacle course.  Now lest you think we are too hard core, it was less of a race and more of a frolic.  But we jumped in mud pits, crawled through pipes, waded through a marsh, climbed over hay bales, and got really, ridiculously filthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, enough of this chitter chatter.  Onward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The start of the race:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BW7wkK2BQVc/ToUvCeg9KMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kQyNn3aFgBs/s320/059%2BDirty%2BDash.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657980226458429634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay careful attention to the color of my shirt.  This was the last time it was ever white.  Three washes later, I gave up and bid it adieu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The giant net:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBjM4RL6TBQ/ToUwXRxGSpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8iV2PCmHsBI/s400/273%2BDirty%2BDash%2Bscribble.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657981683325356690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The slip 'n slide:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SKBQbPTaVU/ToUw7ezPBVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iM8AXAucw0Q/s320/296%2BDirty%2BDash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657982305299268946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finished!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58vG4PvcPGQ/ToUx5FJQxpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aO45A0xQZbU/s320/439%2BDirty%2BDash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657983363564226194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBrdPirGFn4/ToUyObSvuUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0_h0MVZLE0U/s320/297%2BDirty%2BDash.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657983730286836034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say a picture says a thousand words, but to me this one mostly says "tired."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still finding dirt in my hair, but it was totally worth it.  Until next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6724203440851301779?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6724203440851301779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6724203440851301779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6724203440851301779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6724203440851301779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-people-demand-pictures.html' title='Because the people demand pictures'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/-BW7wkK2BQVc/ToUvCeg9KMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kQyNn3aFgBs/s72-c/059%2BDirty%2BDash.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-1281581150238735309</id><published>2011-09-10T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T17:34:29.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is there anything more disappointing than popping a tube on a bike ride?  I submit that there is not.  One second, you're flying down the road at 20 mph, and the next...THUNK THUNK THUNK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Heather, you're saying, surely you brought a spare.  Surely you aren't a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, you say, surely you brought your phone so you could get a ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let that be a lesson to you...that's why you always leave a note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, on a happier note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going grocery shopping:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather: I bought you cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin: This is why we are in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1281581150238735309?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1281581150238735309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1281581150238735309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1281581150238735309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1281581150238735309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2633386871760923683</id><published>2011-08-08T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:04:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Confession: I am hopelessly addicted to Mahjong.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all began when my husband left for a week for Scout camp, so I was suddenly forced to entertain myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, we had canceled Netflix the week before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holed up the basement, we don’t get TV channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Need I explain more?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night, I was playing game after game using the touch pad of my laptop, and things were not going well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I lost over 15 games in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mournfully turned to my husband.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heather: No more moves!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my Majhong finger is sore!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, in bed:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heather: No more moves!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dustin: So we’re still on the Majhong thing?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe you should&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heather: Stop playing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dustin: No, I know that’s impossible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to say that maybe you should use a better strategy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2633386871760923683?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2633386871760923683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2633386871760923683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2633386871760923683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2633386871760923683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-more-moves.html' title='No more moves'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1818082190615311308</id><published>2011-02-21T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:00:02.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The moral of the story is that I'm glad you're not a child molestor."</title><content type='html'>Highlights from church yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A three-year old showed up in a floor-length princess gown and sneakers that lit up every time she stepped,  Quite the classy combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I asked my seven-year old class to name prophets that they knew of from the Bible.  One girl said President Lincoln.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1818082190615311308?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1818082190615311308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1818082190615311308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1818082190615311308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1818082190615311308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/02/moral-of-story-is-that-im-glad-youre.html' title='&quot;The moral of the story is that I&apos;m glad you&apos;re not a child molestor.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6578862764653745664</id><published>2011-02-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:41:41.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>Tonight Dustin and I decided that if we become really poor, we'll be like the Weasley's.  Except no Percy...and not as many children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin bought me a gigantic box of fruit snacks for Valentine's.  The man knows what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: How many hours are you working?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: This week I'll hit 70.&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: That's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6578862764653745664?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6578862764653745664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6578862764653745664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6578862764653745664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6578862764653745664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7810843723060731159</id><published>2010-11-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:13:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby you'll be</title><content type='html'>One night when Dustin and I were dating, we meandered over to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to read some children's books. Naturally, I marched to this book and declared that it must be read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TNyiZp4nWCI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ukr8FTUjk9E/s1600/Love%2BYou%2BForever.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538480203382609954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TNyiZp4nWCI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ukr8FTUjk9E/s320/Love%2BYou%2BForever.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;And so we did. One of us may or may not have gotten all misty eyed while reading it. (But I'll never tell you who! Never!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go grab a copy and read it with your child or mother and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a $10 gift card to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for doing a survey, so I'm about to add this book to my library. Because the only thing better than getting this book is getting this book for free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7810843723060731159?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7810843723060731159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7810843723060731159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7810843723060731159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7810843723060731159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-baby-youll-be.html' title='My baby you&apos;ll be'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TNyiZp4nWCI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ukr8FTUjk9E/s72-c/Love%2BYou%2BForever.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-4231542914389038241</id><published>2010-11-11T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:07:42.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is caring</title><content type='html'>Dustin and I took our relationship to a new level today.  He accidentally put in one of my contacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4231542914389038241?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4231542914389038241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4231542914389038241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4231542914389038241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4231542914389038241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing is caring'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2592703523500291362</id><published>2010-11-11T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:41:19.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He lives under a rock</title><content type='html'>Recently at work, I told my coworker that I was excited for the Harry Potter movie to come out.  He told me that he never read the books, and only watched the beginning of the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: And then I fell asleep, and when I woke up Harry was trying to get some crazy stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause of pure astonishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Uh...you mean a magic wand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2592703523500291362?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2592703523500291362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2592703523500291362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2592703523500291362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2592703523500291362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-lives-under-rock.html' title='He lives under a rock'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-3740920623279908637</id><published>2010-11-08T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:15:00.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no good answers</title><content type='html'>Today at work after sneezing, I said "bless me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3740920623279908637?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3740920623279908637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3740920623279908637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3740920623279908637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3740920623279908637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-no-good-answers.html' title='I have no good answers'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6097017599920034687</id><published>2010-11-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:01:28.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Last night, Dustin and I were discussing daylight savings time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Do we gain or lose an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Fall back/spring forward...It's spring forward, so we lose an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah.  Apparently I have no idea what season it is.  We woke up two hours earlier than necessary today.  Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6097017599920034687?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6097017599920034687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6097017599920034687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6097017599920034687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6097017599920034687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good morning, Sunshine'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3997219468810722721</id><published>2010-11-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:09:33.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm amused</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Google Analytics, I now know that if you search for &lt;a href="http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/snoopy-ski-school.html"&gt;"Snoopy Ski"&lt;/a&gt; on Google, my blog is the fourth hit.  Funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3997219468810722721?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3997219468810722721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3997219468810722721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3997219468810722721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3997219468810722721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-amused.html' title='I&apos;m amused'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2782061862386371570</id><published>2010-11-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:13:57.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is a wish your heart makes</title><content type='html'>Dustin: Maybe one day I'll be a rich entrepreneur.  And you'll be the wife that gets everything she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: I'll chew a pack of gum a day!&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Way to reach for the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2782061862386371570?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2782061862386371570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2782061862386371570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2782061862386371570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2782061862386371570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream is a wish your heart makes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-4969307945481995667</id><published>2010-10-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:03:51.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The turkey tango</title><content type='html'>Heather: I'm ready for October to be over. I'm tired of Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: It's like someone put up Halloween decorations in September or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store yesterday to see if there were any good Thanksgiving decorations. Jammed between the Halloween and Christmas hoopla, there was...not one lonely Thanksgiving decoration. Thanksgiving is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-thanked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4969307945481995667?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4969307945481995667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4969307945481995667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4969307945481995667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4969307945481995667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/10/turkey-tango.html' title='The turkey tango'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-475312356096807085</id><published>2010-10-27T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:14:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a baby</title><content type='html'>I got a flu shot over 48 hours ago, and my shoulder still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shot, I asked the nurse for a sucker.  He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know I was serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-475312356096807085?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/475312356096807085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=475312356096807085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/475312356096807085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/475312356096807085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-such-baby.html' title='I am such a baby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3796290990680178540</id><published>2010-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:00:02.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It smells like desire!"</title><content type='html'>A texting conversation that Dustin and I had yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: What's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Rainbows and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Those give me gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, it was incredibly delicious &lt;a href="http://www.melskitchencafe.com/2008/07/fabulous-orange-chicken.html"&gt;orange chicken&lt;/a&gt; from Mel's Kitchen Cafe. Oh my goodness. Heaven in a bowl. Go to her website. It will change your life.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3796290990680178540?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3796290990680178540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3796290990680178540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3796290990680178540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3796290990680178540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-smells-like-desire.html' title='&quot;It smells like desire!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7020128675191349591</id><published>2010-10-19T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:31:49.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free fallin'</title><content type='html'>Dustin and I have the, uh, blessed opportunity to teach the 7-8 year olds at church. Last Sunday, we went around the room asking them to each say one fun thing they did during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Now do you want to hear what we did this week?&lt;br /&gt;Kid #1: Sit at home and watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;Kid #2: Yeah! That's what my parents do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk kids! We went paragliding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 208px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529889791281687058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TL4dd3BnahI/AAAAAAAAADo/VTzTetUpyfM/s320/Paragliding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image stolen from activeflight.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so awesome. Go leave the safety of your homes and jump off a mountain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually - it felt incredibly safe. And when you're floating in the air, it's very tranquil. (Although while you turn, you free fall - which is SO EXHILARATING. SO EXHILARATING THAT I'M SHOUTING AT YOU THROUGH THE INTERNETS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only really freaky part was at the beginning, when I was strapped into the parachute and my instructor at the top of a mountain, gazing down at the drop below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instructor: Start running as fast as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heather: That's totally natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But yes. I highly recommend it. SO FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7020128675191349591?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7020128675191349591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7020128675191349591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7020128675191349591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7020128675191349591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-fallin.html' title='Free fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TL4dd3BnahI/AAAAAAAAADo/VTzTetUpyfM/s72-c/Paragliding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-8442627988708255374</id><published>2010-10-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:31:03.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't squeeze me!"</title><content type='html'>I have no green thumbs. In fact, you might say I have brown thumbs. Harsh Brown Thumbs of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were dating, Dustin, knowing my less-than-stellar history with plants, gave me "a plant that even you can't kill!"  It was a desert plant that could survive weeks without watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally knocked it off my windowsill and shattered the pot into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, meet the newest addition to the family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TLzjv7WBTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/JXqTPVE1Lqc/s1600/Javier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TLzjv7WBTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/JXqTPVE1Lqc/s320/Javier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529544855027535170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Javier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided he's easier than a child - less fussy and a whole lot cheaper. Dustin is in charge of keeping it alive. My job is to admire it from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't wither when I look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-8442627988708255374?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/8442627988708255374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=8442627988708255374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8442627988708255374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8442627988708255374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-no-green-thumbs.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t squeeze me!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/_kH0sSWT-Ong/TLzjv7WBTUI/AAAAAAAAADg/JXqTPVE1Lqc/s72-c/Javier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2294814978363964038</id><published>2010-10-17T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:24:15.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We hide our flaws until after the wedding!"</title><content type='html'>I took some medicine with caffeine three hours ago. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm a married woman now. What I have been up to in the last two months of matrimony, you wonder? Oh, a little of this and a little of that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning I was peacefully taking a shower, when suddenly a cold, clammy hand grabbed my arm. I may or may not have screamed like a woman possessed. The Husband claims I did that to him before. Hmm...sounds vaguely familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Dustin is taking a shower, as Heather brushes her teeth. Suddenly, Heather emits a scream of death::&lt;br /&gt;Heather: EEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dustin in turn screams, and rapidly jumps out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Heather points at the bug on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;::Dustin shakes his head, disposes of the bug, and gets back in the shower::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather is cuddled up with a blanket on the love sac, reading.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Hey Dustin...do you want to come sit with me for a bit?&lt;br /&gt;Dustin (suspiciously): Why?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: ...I want to leech off your heat. Er...and I want your company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to be good to each other. I resisted the urge to wake him up in the middle of the night to search our house after I had a nightmare that a creeper broke in - but he searched the house for me when he woke up in the morning. You know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the sweet and mushy part, too. Like how on a day that I wasn't feeling so swell, Dustin tucked me into bed with a cup of hot cocoa. Or how he will let me put my iceberg feet on his legs at night so I don't perish from the cold. And falling asleep cuddling. Until we wake up burning hot and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2294814978363964038?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2294814978363964038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2294814978363964038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2294814978363964038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2294814978363964038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-hide-our-flaws-until-after-wedding.html' title='&quot;We hide our flaws until after the wedding!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2486586466768104637</id><published>2009-11-13T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:15:10.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're the office witch."</title><content type='html'>(at church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: There is a spider in my bathroom waiting to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Is it a big spider or a tiny one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Dustin and his two Fearless Roommates came over to kill the spider in my bathroom and another one on my ceiling - which, shudder, Fearless Roommate killed with his bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after leaving my condo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearless Roommate: And they want equal rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2486586466768104637?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2486586466768104637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2486586466768104637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2486586466768104637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2486586466768104637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-office-witch.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re the office witch.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6851652683633662572</id><published>2009-05-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:58:31.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Willing</title><content type='html'>I got a new car.  2009 Honda Civic.  Brilliant blue.   Cup holders.  A low fuel light.  It can actually go into fourth gear.  And travel uphill.  I know - I am living the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds like it, too.  In fact, one such bird desecrated my poor, poor passenger window.  My car is too young to have seen such horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I finally decided to have some pride and get my car washed.  On the way, I saw a youth fundraiser for $3, and decided to stop on by.  Some small children started scrubbing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they got to the passenger side.  "SICK!  LOOK AT ALL OF THAT BIRD POOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, you!  You will earn your three dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought in some adult reinforcements.  I left with my car sparkling in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one day.  Until the birds got it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6851652683633662572?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6851652683633662572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6851652683633662572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6851652683633662572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6851652683633662572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/05/obama-willing.html' title='Obama Willing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1821352612126515787</id><published>2009-05-18T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:34:16.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What tax accountants do in the summer time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/ShIaC_mJB1I/AAAAAAAAADE/HFzd2IgoEps/s1600-h/100_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/ShIaC_mJB1I/AAAAAAAAADE/HFzd2IgoEps/s320/100_0930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357147120928594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/ShIZ-AIV0vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pTe8ohSkQNA/s1600-h/100_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/ShIZ-AIV0vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pTe8ohSkQNA/s320/100_0929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357061365027570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is several staff members' months of 10-key tape.  Thanks for not firing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1821352612126515787?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1821352612126515787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1821352612126515787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1821352612126515787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1821352612126515787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-tax-accountants-do-in-summer-time.html' title='What tax accountants do in the summer time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/ShIaC_mJB1I/AAAAAAAAADE/HFzd2IgoEps/s72-c/100_0930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2911979181203093048</id><published>2009-03-29T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:31:10.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is it true that Mark pranced around the office, tossing out ice cream bars like daisies?"</title><content type='html'>Heather: What would you do if I went to California with Kyle by myself?&lt;br /&gt;Jennfer: I don't think I would approve.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: It's not like we're going to be fornicating.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Oh...we're not?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Uh...does that mean I'm out?  Darn, I'll have to find something else to do April 16th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2911979181203093048?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2911979181203093048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2911979181203093048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2911979181203093048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2911979181203093048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-true-that-mark-pranced-around.html' title='&quot;Is it true that Mark pranced around the office, tossing out ice cream bars like daisies?&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-7811263742145375602</id><published>2009-01-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:50:34.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"While it lasted...but it left me with indigestion."</title><content type='html'>Glory be!  I'm free from studying for the next two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your enjoyment, a typo from my notes on estates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In presence of witnesses who sin in the presence of each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7811263742145375602?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7811263742145375602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7811263742145375602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7811263742145375602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7811263742145375602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-it-lastedbut-it-left-me-with.html' title='&quot;While it lasted...but it left me with indigestion.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-746444004256318635</id><published>2009-01-24T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:31:30.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can I call you Bobby?"</title><content type='html'>Today, I played Oregon Trail to celebrate Chinese New Year - the year of the ox.   And it was brilliant.  By which I mean the fellow I was playing with got sick and died, and everyone else on my wagon came down with a nasty case of the runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also swapped out the fortunes in fortune cookies with some better ones, like this little gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will die alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-746444004256318635?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/746444004256318635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=746444004256318635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/746444004256318635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/746444004256318635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-call-you-bobby.html' title='&quot;Can I call you Bobby?&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7871113001606344764</id><published>2009-01-18T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:51:04.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My glutes are aching!" "Do you want me to massage them for you?"</title><content type='html'>Confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tall bed.  For months now, I've been harboring a not-so-secret desire to buy a mini trampoline for my bedroom so that I can jump on it and fly on to my bed.  Doesn't that sound fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Stop your judgin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7871113001606344764?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7871113001606344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7871113001606344764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7871113001606344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7871113001606344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-glutes-are-aching-do-you-want-me-to.html' title='&quot;My glutes are aching!&quot; &quot;Do you want me to massage them for you?&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1549073621110849739</id><published>2009-01-07T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:21:05.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My gaydar isn't fine tuned."</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a party where I met a boy and we talked about menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let the record show that I did not bring that topic up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1549073621110849739?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1549073621110849739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1549073621110849739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1549073621110849739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1549073621110849739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-gaydar-isnt-fine-tuned.html' title='&quot;My gaydar isn&apos;t fine tuned.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-680488192216415973</id><published>2008-12-22T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:09:16.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>Today, it snowed like crazy.  As in the wrath of Mother Nature was beating down upon us like a woman scorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: I don't think your little car will make it home!&lt;br /&gt;Heather:  I know....I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: I bequeath to you all the office supplies in my cubicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-680488192216415973?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/680488192216415973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=680488192216415973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/680488192216415973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/680488192216415973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-8595151927132064125</id><published>2008-12-21T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:34:58.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We hide our flaws until after the wedding!" - Name that movie (not Jennifer)</title><content type='html'>Happy Winter Solstice!  This evening I ate dark chocolate to celebrate the darkest day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Stop judgin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-8595151927132064125?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/8595151927132064125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=8595151927132064125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8595151927132064125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8595151927132064125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-hide-our-flaws-until-after-wedding.html' title='&quot;We hide our flaws until after the wedding!&quot; - Name that movie (not Jennifer)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2856875959750985474</id><published>2008-12-20T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:29:19.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spread my legs and fly!"</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I went with a partner to a board meeting to present the company's financial statements.  Afterward, we went to the company's office to pick up something.  As we were walking in, the partner saw someone he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone He Knew: You brought your daughter to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2856875959750985474?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2856875959750985474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2856875959750985474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2856875959750985474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2856875959750985474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/spread-my-legs-and-fly.html' title='&quot;Spread my legs and fly!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-636436499100091014</id><published>2008-12-15T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:44:17.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a Christmas miracle!"</title><content type='html'>Bless my roommates, who go along with my crazy ideas like sucking the helium from two dozen balloons and singing Christmas songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaadfed531118164%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331967621%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A332C44C4BE275BA300CC140187764829F3D4A.59600E63F8D6719D4779B367016595ABB12C0919%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaadfed531118164%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9-2qukKksrCA7PWPXgmidH3N5rc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite singing that entire song in my normal voice, that one's my favorite.  It's just so...us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my roommates that I would give 20 bucks to the lucky girl who took a helium balloon to church and bore her testimony in her squeaky voice.  It's a good thing that no one took me up on that offer - it might have killed the mood.  But it would have been a story to tell the kids about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-636436499100091014?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=555039cd0a6fdad1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eaadfed531118164&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/636436499100091014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=636436499100091014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/636436499100091014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/636436499100091014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-miracle.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a Christmas miracle!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1427686748947605109</id><published>2008-12-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:17:59.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retaliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SUc54UPWkyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0R7Ki7xQqZY/s1600-h/Jessica+end+CB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SUc54UPWkyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0R7Ki7xQqZY/s320/Jessica+end+CB.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280252727783756578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this isn't the birthing one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1427686748947605109?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1427686748947605109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1427686748947605109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1427686748947605109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1427686748947605109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/retaliation.html' title='Retaliation'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SUc54UPWkyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0R7Ki7xQqZY/s72-c/Jessica+end+CB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-4554674090351355363</id><published>2008-12-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:11:25.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't shower until your wedding night!"</title><content type='html'>(as I'm liberally applying lip balm at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horr the Partner: You've got to get those lips soft for the big date tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4554674090351355363?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4554674090351355363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4554674090351355363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4554674090351355363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4554674090351355363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-shower-until-your-wedding-night.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t shower until your wedding night!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4539748488794118932</id><published>2008-12-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:56:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's not Christmas until Santa's on the toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now presenting the Best Toilet Seat Cover Ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lid is down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/STYe6ZEVI2I/AAAAAAAAACk/U1Vz1y3hPVM/s1600-h/Santa+Top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/STYe6ZEVI2I/AAAAAAAAACk/U1Vz1y3hPVM/s320/Santa+Top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275438002021409634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the lid is up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/STYfOObHoDI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qg7OYQH0zEI/s1600-h/Santa+Lid+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/STYfOObHoDI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qg7OYQH0zEI/s320/Santa+Lid+Up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275438342761586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's one Santa who isn't a pedophile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4539748488794118932?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4539748488794118932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4539748488794118932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4539748488794118932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4539748488794118932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-its-not-christmas-until-santas.html' title='You know it&apos;s not Christmas until Santa&apos;s on the toilet'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/_kH0sSWT-Ong/STYe6ZEVI2I/AAAAAAAAACk/U1Vz1y3hPVM/s72-c/Santa+Top.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-3061025368569024615</id><published>2008-11-30T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:44:56.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 minutes and counting</title><content type='html'>Heather: Let's tell fortunes.  Abe...I predict that you'll die alone.&lt;br /&gt;Abe: I predict that you'll die in five minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3061025368569024615?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3061025368569024615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3061025368569024615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3061025368569024615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3061025368569024615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-minutes-and-counting.html' title='3 minutes and counting'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1316522418969024012</id><published>2008-11-30T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:50:28.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I now own a small pharmacy</title><content type='html'>Heather: I changed my mind.  I'll be Canada.  Free drugs for all!&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla: Hooray!  A socialist in our midst!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1316522418969024012?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1316522418969024012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1316522418969024012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1316522418969024012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1316522418969024012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-i-now-own-small-pharmacy.html' title='Since I now own a small pharmacy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-809095555933372809</id><published>2008-11-29T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:33:31.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't remember a time before I was in line at Smiths.</title><content type='html'>So there I was, lying on the floor, sniffling away, debating about whether my happiness over the next few days was worth $10 in cold medicine and Kleenex, when Priscilla reminded me that I have a flexible spending card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good day to have benefits!  I went to town - I bought $40 in cold medicine and other drugs that I haven't tried but sound delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the customers around me were judgin'!  They must have thought that I was either one inch from death or up to something shady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty much set.  For the next five years.  Or until my medicine expires.  And I still have $50 left for the year.  I'm thinking of blowing that on contact solution.  You know, in case I ever get contacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-809095555933372809?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/809095555933372809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=809095555933372809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/809095555933372809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/809095555933372809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-remember-time-before-i-was-in.html' title='I can&apos;t remember a time before I was in line at Smiths.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-124194434512978670</id><published>2008-11-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:21:14.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Office fans out there</title><content type='html'>::Heather and Jennifer grab an Oreo::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather: &lt;/span&gt;If I get the cream, you have to marry Dwight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;If I get the cream, you have to marry Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::They proceed.  In a cruel, cruel twist of fate, Jennifer gets the cream::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather:&lt;/span&gt; ::Throws up her hands in despair::  Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-124194434512978670?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/124194434512978670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=124194434512978670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/124194434512978670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/124194434512978670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-office-fans-out-there.html' title='For The Office fans out there'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4712371172267288809</id><published>2008-11-14T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:31:08.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Priscilla: Did you know that the KKK came out with a line of candy?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: I bet it was white chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4712371172267288809?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4712371172267288809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4712371172267288809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4712371172267288809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4712371172267288809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7015721255316197680</id><published>2008-11-12T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:51:39.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I crack myself up</title><content type='html'>(paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry: What's the most awkward thing I can say when people ask us why we don't have kids yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Eric isn't allowed to be within 2000 feet of minors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7015721255316197680?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7015721255316197680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7015721255316197680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7015721255316197680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7015721255316197680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-crack-myself-up.html' title='I crack myself up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2390235842826239554</id><published>2008-10-28T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:48:01.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's such a mystery why I don't have a boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, with only slight apprehension I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Gone Wild: Chubby Bunny Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What can I say?  I have no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all started out innocently enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQf0dSTuURI/AAAAAAAAACU/eFU-sNTjc24/s1600-h/Jen+stuffing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQf0dSTuURI/AAAAAAAAACU/eFU-sNTjc24/s320/Jen+stuffing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262443473573662994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and I were the first to go on Mallow #5.  Curse you, genetics and our non-stretchy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our winner, "Messica," promised to hurt me if I posted pictures of her, so here's our first runner up, Priscilla, in all her glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQf0dmaBEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/nmU2QlVJgpg/s1600-h/Priscilla+CB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQf0dmaBEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/nmU2QlVJgpg/s320/Priscilla+CB.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262443478968767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dare say, I think that the chipmunk look is very good for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQfz0N4NyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZMtxGHbc5EU/s1600-h/P1050046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQfz0N4NyxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZMtxGHbc5EU/s320/P1050046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262442768009906962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is a yellow plastic ring shaped like a witch.  Yes, I have amazing fashion taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was really gross.  Never again.  Never, never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2390235842826239554?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2390235842826239554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2390235842826239554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2390235842826239554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2390235842826239554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-such-mystery-why-i-dont-have.html' title='It&apos;s such a mystery why I don&apos;t have a boyfriend'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SQf0dSTuURI/AAAAAAAAACU/eFU-sNTjc24/s72-c/Jen+stuffing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2670310150724022562</id><published>2008-10-19T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:40:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Religion has left the room." - Cari</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, my roommates and I were feeling down in the dumps, so we whipped out a bottle of bubbly (read: Martinelli's) and plastic shot glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took turns declaring our woes ("This is because I need a man!"), downing our shots in one gulp, and slamming our glasses on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a spare bottle on the kitchen counter in case of future emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why my roommates are my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2670310150724022562?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2670310150724022562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2670310150724022562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2670310150724022562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2670310150724022562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Religion has left the room.&quot; - Cari'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3846800793375369685</id><published>2008-10-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:56:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak up, sonny</title><content type='html'>Proof that I, now at the ripe age of 23, am so old that I'm practically an antique:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  On Tuesday, Jessica made me stay up until 12:01 in order to open her present.  I'm not going to lie; it was a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  One of my birthday presents to myself was a cardigan.  And it makes me happier than it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A gift I received was the game Rummikub.  The only other person Priscilla has known to own it is her grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I've been hobbling around like an old woman for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My car randomly reeks of old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Some of my favorite radio stations are the ones that play the "best of the 80's, 90's, and now."  With less emphasis on the "now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I see teenagers, I wrinkle my nose think, "Kids these days and their newfangled fashion.  What a bunch of hooligans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  And, of course, there's the ol' knees.  May they last another 22 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3846800793375369685?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3846800793375369685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3846800793375369685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3846800793375369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3846800793375369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/10/speak-up-sonny.html' title='Speak up, sonny'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1072191352493628712</id><published>2008-10-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:20:34.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Bambino</title><content type='html'>Priscilla, for reasons unbeknown  to me, just watched the You Tube clip of Bambi's mom dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla:  Why did Bambi's mom have to die?  What happened to her after she died?&lt;br /&gt;Heather: She was eaten, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla: Deer are so delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1072191352493628712?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1072191352493628712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1072191352493628712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1072191352493628712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1072191352493628712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-bambino.html' title='The Great Bambino'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2194776604015260681</id><published>2008-10-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:29:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Persecuting Ugly Family Friends"</title><content type='html'>I have a bump on my head from when I, um, dropped my cell phone on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2194776604015260681?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2194776604015260681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2194776604015260681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2194776604015260681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2194776604015260681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/10/persecuting-ugly-family-friends.html' title='&quot;Persecuting Ugly Family Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2431269121309790112</id><published>2008-09-29T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:45:50.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a run</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those evenings where you can't do anything but yell with exasperation, "Lord, give me patience!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then He says, "Girl, please!  Not when you ask like that!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2431269121309790112?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2431269121309790112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2431269121309790112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2431269121309790112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2431269121309790112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-for-run.html' title='Time for a run'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-1389826488423788365</id><published>2008-09-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:40:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahaha</title><content type='html'>BYU football is #8 in the AP Top 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie; I screamed when I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the happiest moment of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-1389826488423788365?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/1389826488423788365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=1389826488423788365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1389826488423788365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/1389826488423788365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/muahaha.html' title='Muahaha'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3010132875299751319</id><published>2008-09-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:57:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll be awkward if he's a guy</title><content type='html'>Heather (to Jennifer): I'll name my first-born child after you if you throw away my plate and get me some water.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I feel like I just sold my birthright for a mess of pottage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3010132875299751319?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3010132875299751319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3010132875299751319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3010132875299751319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3010132875299751319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/itll-be-awkward-if-hes-guy.html' title='It&apos;ll be awkward if he&apos;s a guy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-684068172326175184</id><published>2008-09-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:18:05.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it</title><content type='html'>So there I was, innocently munching on Honey Nut Scooters on Jennifer's bedroom floor.  Jennifer was on her bed, doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as I am often known to do, I got an irresistible urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCOOTERS ATTACK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flung a handful of scooters at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that deep down, she liked it.  Especially when she found scooters in her bed when she woke up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooters attacks led to Smarties attacks.  And then those led to the richest plum of them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer has vanilla body spray of wonder and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica hates it with the fiery passion of her soul.  So fiery, even, that she relabeled it "Grossness in a Bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today, as Jessica was sitting on the couch, I sprang into the room with The Spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VANILLA ATTACK!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few spritzes, an enraged scream, water getting dumped on me, and lots of hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-684068172326175184?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/684068172326175184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=684068172326175184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/684068172326175184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/684068172326175184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/bring-it.html' title='Bring it'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7249569889409566112</id><published>2008-09-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:46:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free fallin'</title><content type='html'>So over the summer, I went to a John Mayer concert.  I was kind of hoping that he would come on stage by jumping out of a plane while playing a guitar, but alas, I only bought a $35 ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, Johnny, if you're out there, it would be brilliant.  I would even pay $36 for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7249569889409566112?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7249569889409566112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7249569889409566112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7249569889409566112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7249569889409566112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-fallin.html' title='Free fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-406020843263073898</id><published>2008-09-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:43:35.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good time to be a Cougar</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football.  UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, we didn't just beat them.  We pinned them down, cut them open, poured salt in their wounds, rubbed it around for a while, set them on fire, and then sat back and laughed manically as they went home crying to their mommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guys should have just ran back to the bus during half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; 59 - UCLA 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a 30-pack of tortillas today at the grocery store.  Fiesta Bowl, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-406020843263073898?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/406020843263073898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=406020843263073898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/406020843263073898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/406020843263073898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-good-time-to-be-cougar.html' title='It&apos;s a good time to be a Cougar'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-5053389708120749623</id><published>2008-08-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:49:05.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lon po po</title><content type='html'>I have to be at work tomorrow at 6:45.  I'm the saddest girl in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-5053389708120749623?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/5053389708120749623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=5053389708120749623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5053389708120749623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5053389708120749623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/08/lon-po-po.html' title='Lon po po'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2711729860882478481</id><published>2008-08-16T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:12:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may call me Master Heather</title><content type='html'>I did it.  I finally graduated.  I was just a little excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SKcJhS1e8YI/AAAAAAAAABk/mMiKaYFASJ8/s1600-h/Graduation+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SKcJhS1e8YI/AAAAAAAAABk/mMiKaYFASJ8/s320/Graduation+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235163559437988226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during convocation, I thought that I had a giant lump in my throat, but it turns out that was just my hood strangling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SKcJhj_9xTI/AAAAAAAAABs/F7Xv-0OyVZc/s1600-h/Graduation+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SKcJhj_9xTI/AAAAAAAAABs/F7Xv-0OyVZc/s320/Graduation+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235163564045354290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2711729860882478481?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2711729860882478481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2711729860882478481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2711729860882478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2711729860882478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-may-call-me-master-heather.html' title='You may call me Master Heather'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SKcJhS1e8YI/AAAAAAAAABk/mMiKaYFASJ8/s72-c/Graduation+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-8104887326968339824</id><published>2008-08-04T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:31:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Today, I woke up in the middle of the night furiously scratching my mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":7r" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I mean, of course I didn't scratch my bug bites like a five-year old child, because I know that doing that makes them itch like a kid with lice and swell up to the size of quarters, and when you have five bites on ONE foot, doing that will make you look like a diseased carcass when you show up to swimming class the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And that would be gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-8104887326968339824?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/8104887326968339824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=8104887326968339824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8104887326968339824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8104887326968339824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-too-delicious.html' title='I&apos;m too delicious'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-7587900651538927601</id><published>2008-07-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:38:46.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you're wondering</title><content type='html'>Today I ran 2 miles, biked about 7, and swam 700m, and can I say, oof!  I forgot how hard biking is on the rump!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7587900651538927601?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7587900651538927601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7587900651538927601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7587900651538927601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7587900651538927601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-case-youre-wondering.html' title='In case you&apos;re wondering'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-9162267321534237434</id><published>2008-07-23T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:23:53.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the record, I was winning.</title><content type='html'>Someone in my apartment is not afraid to blast the air conditioner.  It's almost 90 outside and I just changed into a long-sleeved shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go put more frozen corn on my eye - I got kicked in the face today.  In a fight.  By which I mean playing sharks and minnows in swim class.  I mean - WHGT!  JGTH!  YES I'M AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-9162267321534237434?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/9162267321534237434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=9162267321534237434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/9162267321534237434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/9162267321534237434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-record-i-was-winning.html' title='For the record, I was winning.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-5299890244532378359</id><published>2008-07-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:07:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I better keep my phone on</title><content type='html'>Priscilla's coming home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing my screams for when she calls me.  I can't decide between shrieking "PRISCILLA!!!" or "PAUL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will probably end up more like, "AAHHHHHEEEEEEEENEVERLEAVEMEAGAIN!!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-5299890244532378359?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/5299890244532378359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=5299890244532378359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5299890244532378359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5299890244532378359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-better-keep-my-phone-on.html' title='I better keep my phone on'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-5475611354428010620</id><published>2008-07-11T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:04:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>Horror of horrors!  The Great Bird Poop Incident of 2006 has struck again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to park in the very back of the parking lot this morning so that my coworkers wouldn't judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-5475611354428010620?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/5475611354428010620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=5475611354428010620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5475611354428010620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5475611354428010620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/diarrhea.html' title='Diarrhea'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3038024955670579039</id><published>2008-07-09T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:21:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The swing of your hips</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I came home from work, eager to rip off my work clothes and put on some shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!  All my shorts were dirty - even my five pairs of man shorts.  Wretched, wretched world, why didn't I do laundry earlier?  What was a girl to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave for class in ten minutes, and I couldn't &lt;i&gt;possibly&lt;/i&gt; wear pants.  Not necessarily because it was sweltering outside, or because I still have a vain hope of turning my legs from cadaverous to pasty, but because my calves needed to be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I grabbed a pair of khakis and cut them down to size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I kid!  I'm an accountant!  We're much too prudent to destroy a pair of pants on a whim!  I paid for those lower pant legs!  But, as it turned out, my pants, bless them, had a stain below the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sported brilliant cut offs to class today.  But I did save my severed pant legs.  Because, you know.  They might come in handy one day.  Maybe.  Arm warmers, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3038024955670579039?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3038024955670579039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3038024955670579039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3038024955670579039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3038024955670579039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/swing-of-your-hips.html' title='The swing of your hips'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-5728455955801753201</id><published>2008-07-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:28:21.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live on the wild side</title><content type='html'>I'm such a rebel.  On Thursday, I went to work in a skirt with no nylons on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-5728455955801753201?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/5728455955801753201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=5728455955801753201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5728455955801753201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/5728455955801753201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-live-on-wild-side.html' title='I live on the wild side'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-280250503542422743</id><published>2008-07-04T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:30:18.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mmm...smokey."</title><content type='html'>When I got to class yesterday, I looked in my book bag to find my iPod, two tubes of lip gloss, no notebook, and no pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my priorities straight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-280250503542422743?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/280250503542422743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=280250503542422743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/280250503542422743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/280250503542422743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/07/mmmsmokey.html' title='&quot;Mmm...smokey.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-2000569413769752798</id><published>2008-06-20T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:07:57.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoopy Ski School</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in California to visit the family for a few days.  On Thursday, my dad took my sister and I boating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this?  You want to see pictures?  Well, if you insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we did a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyHagz3lVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVoWQL5psfw/s1600-h/P1040115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyHagz3lVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVoWQL5psfw/s320/P1040115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191358142027090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what I'm doing in this picture, because I have no idea.  Clearly, I'm not looking at the camera. Oh, and please notice the hideous green clip in my hair. I didn't bring any clips with me to California, so I had to make d0 from what's in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I did some of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyITlAnROI/AAAAAAAAAAU/68ZzRrBnvn8/s1600-h/P1040131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyITlAnROI/AAAAAAAAAAU/68ZzRrBnvn8/s320/P1040131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214192338521769186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was when I had decided to not wear gloves. Foolish, foolish girl.  On the bright side, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skis&lt;/span&gt; matched my outfit, and that made me happier than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I did a &lt;i&gt;tiny&lt;/i&gt; bit of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyJQyDxzPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RC4OGqN9Eok/s1600-h/P1040150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyJQyDxzPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RC4OGqN9Eok/s320/P1040150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214193389996723442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not let this picture fool you - I am the world's worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wake boarder&lt;/span&gt;. The fact that this picture even exists is a testament to Jennifer's photography skills. Jennifer is much, much better than me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyMTQ-3jaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kmZOelTblCU/s1600-h/P1040123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyMTQ-3jaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kmZOelTblCU/s320/P1040123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214196731192249762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, because I was &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; exhausted, I decided to knee board, because it was easier. There was a slight problem, though - I forgot how much strength it took to pull myself up on the board, so the first several minutes went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyK32JCeTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9HIZmqvYJXk/s1600-h/P1040156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyK32JCeTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9HIZmqvYJXk/s320/P1040156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214195160619055410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please note the agony on my face as I struggled to get up.  But eventually, I made it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyKXcxSCVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j5dPYcDI5ns/s1600-h/P1040173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyKXcxSCVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j5dPYcDI5ns/s320/P1040173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214194604052711762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, here's a picture of the kind soul who drove us around all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyLbwGIo2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5VC4RbJqJv0/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyLbwGIo2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5VC4RbJqJv0/s320/P1040111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214195777471554402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Dad.  It was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2000569413769752798?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2000569413769752798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2000569413769752798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2000569413769752798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2000569413769752798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/snoopy-ski-school.html' title='Snoopy Ski School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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/_kH0sSWT-Ong/SFyHagz3lVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVoWQL5psfw/s72-c/P1040115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-4499909195266640629</id><published>2008-06-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:31:30.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>"He hung up his bag of jokes."</title><content type='html'>I don't often post about work, because, well, people who do tend to get fired.  But here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, let's call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Horrace&lt;/span&gt;, because (1) I think he'd hate that name, and (2) I'm going to call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Horr&lt;/span&gt; for short, and if there's anything that makes me snicker, it's nicknaming someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Horr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Horr&lt;/span&gt; is a partner at The Firm.  Tall.  Gray hair.  Owns a clock that plays love songs on the hour.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; sports fan.  Favorite pastime is to sneak up behind me and scare of the living daylights out of me - whether or not I'm on the phone.  It makes him giggle like a school girl.  It makes me paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Horr&lt;/span&gt; came up to my cube and asked me if I had read any of Stephanie Meyer's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I had, completely expecting him to make fun of me relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in the middle of Eclipse right now, and Bella keeps making me so angry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Wasn't expecting that.  But that's what he's my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4499909195266640629?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4499909195266640629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4499909195266640629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4499909195266640629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4499909195266640629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-hung-up-his-bag-of-jokes.html' title='&quot;He hung up his bag of jokes.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4730594777908870823</id><published>2008-06-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:23:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses, foiled again</title><content type='html'>I regret to inform you that Charlotte has gone to a better place.  Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;offed&lt;/span&gt; her this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4730594777908870823?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4730594777908870823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4730594777908870823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4730594777908870823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4730594777908870823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/curses-foiled-again.html' title='Curses, foiled again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-8352184863353034763</id><published>2008-06-16T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:44:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth</title><content type='html'>There's a spider living in my room.  I named her Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an unspoken agreement - as long as she chills on Jennifer's side of the ceiling, we shall remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second her sinister, spindly legs come stalking in my direction, or the moment I notice her peering at me thirstily with her beady little eyes...WA-BAM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By which I mean that I'll run out of the room shrieking for Kristen to come kill her.  Because that's how I roll.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-8352184863353034763?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/8352184863353034763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=8352184863353034763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8352184863353034763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/8352184863353034763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4062766990325328702</id><published>2008-06-11T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:22:31.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>Today, I did what I had been meaning to do since tax season - close my Wells Fargo savings account so I can actually earn interest elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: Have you talked to any of our investment bankers?  They have some options that would give you a better interest rate than you're getting now.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: That's not hard to do, seeing how I'm getting .10% now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I suppose I was a little rude....But let's be honest.  Wells Fargo is the worst bank ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4062766990325328702?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4062766990325328702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4062766990325328702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4062766990325328702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4062766990325328702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-2165571425479266766</id><published>2008-06-10T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:15:55.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical conversation</title><content type='html'>Jennifer: "I'm on your Wells Fargo account right now, by the way."&lt;br /&gt;Heather: "Hey, I didn't give you permission to log on whenever you please.  What if one day you log on and find out that I have $100,000 and that I'm a drug dealer?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-2165571425479266766?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/2165571425479266766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=2165571425479266766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2165571425479266766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/2165571425479266766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/typical-conversation.html' title='A typical conversation'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7006395334842467187</id><published>2008-06-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:39:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperanza Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So last night, Jennifer and I were, um, “pleasured” to watch BYU’s production of “Esperanza Rising.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you’ll never have to see it/read the book, here it is, Heatha-style:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cue the curtain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We began, appropriately, with a maid trying to get Esperanza to rise, but she was just not feelin’ it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it was her twelfth birthday, after all, so she grudgingly got out of bed, and whined about having to wear a white ribbon instead of a red one, and whined about how everyone always gives her fruit on her birthday, etc., etc., etc.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then Miguel walked in – a boy around Esperanza’s age who works on the ranch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a better person than I am, because he tried to play around with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, that’s not kosher, because he was born on the other side of the tracks, ya know?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he is a good soul, so he gave her some mangos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, let me tell you, she was not pleased.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I were him, I would have taken that mango and beaned her with it between the eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But once again, he is a better person than I.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the day went normally – more people gave her fruit, her evil overlord uncle and his henchman gave her a gourd, etc., etc., etc. – until her dad was killed by a bandit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then, mid-gasp of horror, we thought – wait a second!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t care!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because that girl is working our nerves.  And at least her dad has peace now.  We don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then the evil uncle overlord told Esperanza’s mom that she he wants to marry her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she was like, “Back that truck up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just buried the man two minutes ago, and you give me the jibblies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least give me an hour!”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But an hour was too long, because Esperanza’s house mysteriously burned down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, we had to find some way to get this plot rolling!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So her evil overlord uncle refused to take care of her family unless her mom agrees to get hitched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, if she does, Esperanza will – oh, the horror! – be sent to boarding school, where she would be separated from her mom.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now if I were her mom, I would have been seriously weighing the pros and the cons here – rich evil overlord or obnoxious-beyond-belief child?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a toss up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the evil overlord uncle does wear a fabulous pinstripe suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, her mom couldn’t stand that thought, of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So she went into hiding and sent Esperanza off to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with Miguel and his mom, to chill with some field workers, so – oh, the horror! – she was separated from her mother anyway.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then it was intermission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started to pray that Miguel would hand me a mango, because (1) it smelled like Jamba Juice, and a mango was sounding scrumptious, and (2) I really would have liked to chuck something at that girl.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So they made it to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, with Esperanza (hereby known as The Whinerpants) complaining every step of the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all waited with bated breath for The Whinerpants to have a huge slice of humble pie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, tragically, it never really came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was more of a pie crumb, if you will.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was too young to go working, so she sat at home and waited for the mailwoman to come by every day – but there was never anything for her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Day after day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Month after month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So The Whinerpants decided to go to work to save money to bring her mom up to California, whether she likes it or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then we thought, “Girl, please!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Settle yourself down!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t work!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But nevertheless, she took over the job of a lady who felt like stayin’ home with the baby, and saved her pennies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And after many moons, she almost had enough.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then immigration showed up and did a sweep of the area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we all peered over the rims of our spectacles and thought, “Hmm…that immigrations officer looks mysteriously like the mailwoman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mail delivery doesn't pay too well these days, eh?”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then all the migrant workers had a fiesta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we were really forced to check our eyes, because lo and behold, the immigrations officer/mailwoman was there again, in the midst of the throng!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back inside, because she was soooo not going dancing outside, Esperanza had a big fight with a Miguel, where she ever-so-characteristically called him a peasant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she stormed out on him, even though he’s the one that should have popped her eyes out.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then Miguel stole all of Esperanza’s money and disappeared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we were all like, “Oh no you didn’t!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then she was all like, “Oh yes he did!”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so The Whinerpants had to start saving all over, and she was sooooo steamed at Miguel and the stinkin’ roses he hauled all the way from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But not really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she was feeling a little lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she flung herself to the ground to hear the earth breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I exhaled really loudly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She cried that she couldn’t hear anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harrumph.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She clearly wasn’t listening hard enough.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then there were some cheesy analogies, and I half expected some “Full House” music to play in the background.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then, surprise of surprises, Miguel came back…with her mom in tow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gosh, he tricked us!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wasn’t full of teenage angst and rebellion after all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although he isn’t a peasant, you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the curtains drop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7006395334842467187?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7006395334842467187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7006395334842467187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7006395334842467187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7006395334842467187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/06/esperanza-rising.html' title='Esperanza Rising'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-4003345456676888598</id><published>2008-05-29T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:14:47.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead and judge.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the library studying for a Midterm of Doom (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doom&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doom...&lt;/span&gt;).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my textbook to read it upright for a while, and two sticks of gum fell out!  It's like Christmas came early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4003345456676888598?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4003345456676888598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4003345456676888598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4003345456676888598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4003345456676888598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-ahead-and-judge.html' title='Go ahead and judge.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4730061868027266018</id><published>2008-05-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:49:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is too easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/space/05/27/space.toilet.ap/index.html"&gt;The space station's lone toilet is broken&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4730061868027266018?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4730061868027266018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4730061868027266018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4730061868027266018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4730061868027266018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-too-easy.html' title='This is too easy...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4409458371922506558</id><published>2008-05-26T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:59:37.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sister Special</title><content type='html'>So apparently the birds in Alpine, UT are suicidal.  This morning, I almost ran over four of them.  FOUR.  And I definitely screamed every time it almost happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that deep down, Jennifer secretly loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4409458371922506558?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4409458371922506558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4409458371922506558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4409458371922506558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4409458371922506558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/sister-special.html' title='The Sister Special'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7659740314572990075</id><published>2008-05-24T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:55:19.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning routine</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was woken up to my phone ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Heather, did you call the BYU Health Center this morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um...no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.  A Heather called Urgent Care this morning, but we don't remember who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that they don't have Caller ID or something that records phone numbers.  What if someone calls and keels over, mid-sentence?  (Yikes, maybe that's what happened...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what ensued, I wouldn't want to be the one calling hundreds of Heathers on a Saturday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7659740314572990075?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7659740314572990075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7659740314572990075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7659740314572990075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7659740314572990075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-routine.html' title='Morning routine'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-360045074187968350</id><published>2008-05-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:12:11.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You see why I need it</title><content type='html'>In an effort to not die &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; young, I've started taking a multivitamin.  The directions say to take it with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took it with Tootsies.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll chase it with a tortilla chip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-360045074187968350?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/360045074187968350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=360045074187968350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/360045074187968350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/360045074187968350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-see-why-i-need-it.html' title='You see why I need it'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-998739423685315167</id><published>2008-05-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:36:49.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all that and a bag of tortilla chips.</title><content type='html'>Monday was Cinco de Mayo, and I celebrated it, white-girl style - with pounds of chips and salsa, virgin strawberry daiquiris, a piñata cow named Pepito, and shouting olé! more than both you and I had ever thought humanly possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: How had I gone my entire life without every celebrating this blessed holiday?  I have no good answers for you.  Because I haven't had this much fun since Earth Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that all the piñata-ing and daiquiri-ing left me completely wired so that I didn't get to bed until three.  And then I woke up and had piñata candy for breakfast.  And then I spent the rest of the day in a sugar-induced hangover that left me feeling ill every time I moved my head.  And believe me, you move your head much more than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm feeling spiffy, and I still have two bags of tortilla chips left.  Siete de Mayo, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-998739423685315167?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/998739423685315167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=998739423685315167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/998739423685315167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/998739423685315167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-all-that-and-bag-of-tortilla.html' title='It was all that and a bag of tortilla chips.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7060849306927528094</id><published>2008-05-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:23:14.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The times we've shared</title><content type='html'>One day when I was a freshman in college and my youngest sister was 10, I told her that if she stuck a pancake in her CD-ROM drive, she could email it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that she didn't believe me.  My parents would have killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did want a pancake, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7060849306927528094?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7060849306927528094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7060849306927528094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7060849306927528094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7060849306927528094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/05/times-weve-shared.html' title='The times we&apos;ve shared'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7459748800994798173</id><published>2008-04-26T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:00:46.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Especially when you wear your pink flip flops."</title><content type='html'>So, the real lesson of my last post should be to Never.  Do.  That.  Much.  Laundry.  Ever.  EVER.  It sucked away my soul and left me moaning on the floor to please, please, sweet mother of pearl,  make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left the last load of clean laundry lingering in the basket until, um, this afternoon.  (I thought about throwing a blanket over it to hide it for old time's sake, but was too weary even for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason for this post is that I have to confess that on the same day I was professing to have too many clothes, I bought a new shirt.  But - there's always a but! - it's yellow with colored polka dots and really, is there a better way to usher in spring than to wear a yellow polka-dotted shirt with my new pink flip flops that don't completely match but I wear them anyway?  I submit there is not.  And if that's not enough to convince you, the shirt was only four dollars.  So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7459748800994798173?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7459748800994798173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7459748800994798173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7459748800994798173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7459748800994798173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/especially-when-you-wear-your-pink-flip.html' title='&quot;Especially when you wear your pink flip flops.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6598719643077639614</id><published>2008-04-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:26:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes another roll of quarters</title><content type='html'>Today I bucked down and did nine loads of laundry - six of clothes and three of bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two important facts can be gleaned from this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got a bit behind during tax season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have way too many clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I'm giving some of it away this summer.  Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6598719643077639614?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6598719643077639614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6598719643077639614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6598719643077639614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6598719643077639614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-goes-another-roll-of-quarters.html' title='There goes another roll of quarters'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-4454802049340048143</id><published>2008-04-22T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:29:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I go to FHE</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, my cousin went to show me her mice, Cookies and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I only saw Cream.  You see, poor Cookies squeaked her last after my cousin, bless her heart,  "accidentally sat on her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was forced to try to solemnly console my dear cousin while positively chuckling inside.   I'm not going to lie.  It was tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the cookie crumbled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-4454802049340048143?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/4454802049340048143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=4454802049340048143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4454802049340048143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/4454802049340048143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-go-to-fhe.html' title='Why I go to FHE'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111013631293343253.post-7816103053908232013</id><published>2008-04-22T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:16:11.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt like Janssen</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, a lady was surprised to hear that I'm in grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look like you're old enough to be in school.  You look like you're 18 or 19."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, I didn't think that my haircut made me look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than being a sixth grader.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7816103053908232013?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7816103053908232013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7816103053908232013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7816103053908232013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7816103053908232013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-felt-like-janssen.html' title='I felt like Janssen'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3111980348302305738</id><published>2008-04-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:11:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise I don't hate the environment</title><content type='html'>For Earth Day today, I didn't ride my bike to work, swear off television, or take a 30-second cold shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did eat "dirt" with some of my friends (in disposable cups...whoops).  I sense a tradition coming on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3111980348302305738?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3111980348302305738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3111980348302305738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3111980348302305738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3111980348302305738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-promise-i-dont-hate-environment.html' title='I promise I don&apos;t hate the environment'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-448228123273915552</id><published>2008-04-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:21:03.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, on my first Saturday off since January,</title><content type='html'>I bought a pair of pink flip flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I need yet another pair of flip flops?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even own anything in the same shade of pink?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I about to let that stop me?  Of course not.  I can now buy a shirt to match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-448228123273915552?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/448228123273915552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=448228123273915552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/448228123273915552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/448228123273915552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-on-my-first-saturday-off-since.html' title='Today, on my first Saturday off since January,'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-545553364648189438</id><published>2008-04-18T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:07:47.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Thursday morning,</title><content type='html'>I strolled into work and opened Outlook. This is always slightly terrifying, because my inbox is usually teetering with urgent emails that needed answering two hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, there was only one email waiting for me - from HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heather, we are trying to reassign some clients and we were wondering what your plans for maternity leave are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good heavens, I hope I won't be taking maternity leave anytime soon!  I think that miracle was meant to only happen once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-545553364648189438?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/545553364648189438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=545553364648189438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/545553364648189438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/545553364648189438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-thursday-morning.html' title='On Thursday morning,'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3240274466027049827</id><published>2008-04-18T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:07:02.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This song is dedicated to you, from the man outside our window."</title><content type='html'>The song: Every Breath You Take.  Yes, I crack myself up.  No, I'm not ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3240274466027049827?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3240274466027049827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3240274466027049827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3240274466027049827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3240274466027049827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-song-is-dedicated-to-you-from-man.html' title='&quot;This song is dedicated to you, from the man outside our window.&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-7556770825276695563</id><published>2008-04-18T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:11:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all you American Idol fans out there,</title><content type='html'>I don't want David Archuleta to win.  Sorry.  Actually, I'm not sorry.  I think he's boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-7556770825276695563?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/7556770825276695563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=7556770825276695563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7556770825276695563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/7556770825276695563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-all-you-american-idol-fans-out-there.html' title='To all you American Idol fans out there,'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-6797986690699714407</id><published>2008-04-18T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:37:44.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of tax season being over</title><content type='html'>is that when I left work at 5:02 today, there were only six cars left in the parking lot.  Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-6797986690699714407?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/6797986690699714407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=6797986690699714407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6797986690699714407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/6797986690699714407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-part-of-tax-season-being-over.html' title='The best part of tax season being over'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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-9111013631293343253.post-3910511606474623387</id><published>2008-04-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:20:08.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Trying to Get a Tan: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Over the past two days, I've spent over an hour and a half in the sun.  Why am I not a bronze beauty yet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111013631293343253-3910511606474623387?l=backthattruckup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/feeds/3910511606474623387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111013631293343253&amp;postID=3910511606474623387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3910511606474623387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111013631293343253/posts/default/3910511606474623387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backthattruckup.blogspot.com/2008/04/heather-trying-to-get-tan-day-2.html' title='Heather Trying to Get a Tan: Day 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179416809475734702</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
