﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>HeidiDavis's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from HeidiDavis</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis</link></image><item><title>smitten</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/542632577/smitten.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/542632577/smitten.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 09:09:15 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;so i'm dating the most amazing guy &amp;amp; i'm totally smitten with him.&amp;nbsp; i would say he's quite hooked himself :)&amp;nbsp; he comes from a land down under down under...that would be NZ for those of you not in the geographical know.&amp;nbsp; i'm thinking i should probably post info about him to describe him, but its kind of weird to describe someone you feel like you've known your whole life.&amp;nbsp; i mean, how would i describe my mom or my dad or my brothers or my dearest friends?&amp;nbsp; you don't.&amp;nbsp; they just are and you don't have to describe them, they are just a part of your life.&amp;nbsp; that's the kind of guy chris is.&amp;nbsp; he just is.&amp;nbsp; he's a part of my life and has just absorbed into my life so smoothly.&amp;nbsp; how did this happen?&amp;nbsp; it kind of snuck up on me.&amp;nbsp; when i met chris, honestly, he wasn't even on my radar.&amp;nbsp; apparently i was on his.&amp;nbsp; my relationship w/chris is much like my relationship w/God.&amp;nbsp; when God first drew me to himself, he really wasn't even on my radar, but apparently i was on His.&amp;nbsp; i mean, i knew Him, knew about Him, had been introduced to Him,&amp;nbsp;but wasn't really pursuing Him. i'd hang out w/Him, but wasn't truly interested.&amp;nbsp; then as i hung out w/Him, got to know Him, i started realizing, WOW...He's a pretty amazing God!&amp;nbsp; i started to see His character &amp;amp; what He was like and how awesome He was.&amp;nbsp; then i started talking to Him, getting to know Him out of a newfound interest, and the more i got to know Him, the more amazing i found Him to be.&amp;nbsp; now my heart is smitten w/this amazing God who, for some reason that&amp;nbsp; i don't get, has totally pursued me and won my heart.&amp;nbsp; i won't lie, chris has done the same thing - pursued me &amp;amp; won my heart.&amp;nbsp; the parallels between my relationship w/God and my relationship w/chris are extraordinary.&amp;nbsp; God is teaching me much through my relationship w/chris. i can't even believe that God would put someone so amazing in my life.&amp;nbsp; every single circumstance in this newfound relationship are not ideal, but we don't exactly live in an ideal world.&amp;nbsp;and i've scoped chris out w/God &amp;amp; gloria &amp;amp; it seems like God has given me the go-ahead.&amp;nbsp; now will he pass the irreverend karen davis test?&amp;nbsp; (insert fear &amp;amp; trembling). as i keep seeking God on this new relationship and asking what He thinks (really, more like bemoaning, "am i doing the right thing? it feels like the right thing, but God i really really want to do the right thing!"), i keep hearing Him say "Walk.&amp;nbsp;Just walk."&amp;nbsp; When Abraham was 99 years old the LORD appeared to him and said "I am God Almighty; walk before me and be blameless."&amp;nbsp; I've been looking at some of the Scriptures that have to do w/walking and i'm seeing that we are instructed to walk blameless, walk in liberty (ps 119:45), walk in love (eph 5:2), walk&amp;nbsp;as children of the&amp;nbsp;Light (eph 5:8), walk by the Spirit (Gal 5:16), walk by faith (2 Cor 5:7), walk in a manner worthy of the calling w/which we've been called - w/humility, gentleness, patience, tolerance, diligence... (Eph 4:1-3).&amp;nbsp; so i am going to do as God has instructed and walk securely in my way, knowing that indeed He will keep my foot from stumbling and He will keep my foot from being caught (Prov 3:23, 26; Jude 24).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ok, so i'm walking...and i happen to have some really great people to walk with - chris being one of them.&amp;nbsp; i want to gush about him a bit, but i really don't have any time.&amp;nbsp; just know that i'm internally gushing about all the little things he is and does and how taken i am with this guy.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/542632577/smitten.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>i think He likes me!</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/537299221/i-think-he-likes-me.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/537299221/i-think-he-likes-me.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:22:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;and no, i'm not referring to the guy who sent me roses today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nervous.gif"&gt; yes, that is right, i received flowers at school from saturday chris with a long note begging for a 2nd chance to make a 1st impression.&amp;nbsp; argh.&amp;nbsp; i turned all red while the ladies in the office watched me read the attached note.&amp;nbsp;i was so embarrassed and one of my students was standing right there.&amp;nbsp; i think she thought it was kind of cool that her teacher had a suitor, but i was simply mortified.&amp;nbsp; it made for great lunch conversation though.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;my title refers to God.&amp;nbsp; i think He likes me! &lt;IMG src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp; yesterday morning i was praying about some things pretty intensely and He totally heard me and responded to my prayer starting w/an 8 yr old.&amp;nbsp; got a random call from my friend's kid last night at her bedtime.&amp;nbsp; she was so adorable b/c she said "Heidi, I want to read you a pa-salm."&amp;nbsp; that just melted my heart that she would call to read me a Bible verse that she found that she wanted to share w/someone.&amp;nbsp; then she starts reading my BIRTHDAY psalm to me, which is basically the one about how much God loves us and how His thoughts toward us outnumber the grains of sand (ps 139). in some relationships people have their "song".&amp;nbsp; well, God &amp;amp; i have our "psalm".&amp;nbsp; THEN this precious 8 yr old goes on and says "Heidi, do you know what that means?"&amp;nbsp; and proceeds to explain to me that God loves me so much and thinks about me so much its more than there are grains of sand.&amp;nbsp; i could not get off the phone quick enough b/c i thought i was absolutely going to lose it.&amp;nbsp; in that phone call from this child, God had answered a very specific prayer &amp;amp; just did His thing again.&amp;nbsp; i'm pretty sure He likes me &lt;IMG src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i had to blog that to remind myself of how awesome my God is b/c today has been a spectrum of emotions.&amp;nbsp; my sleep deprivation levels are peaking.&amp;nbsp; then i find out ben's base has been hit &amp;amp; their ammo dump is being blown up. then i got rattled w/the whole stupid flowers thing. and some awkward tension w/a dear friend has me perplexed.&amp;nbsp; and then preparing for Bible study while i've been under the worst spiritual warfare in the last 6 months.&amp;nbsp; Bible study was awesome tonight though, but its hard teaching about something when God's working on your own heart about issues.&amp;nbsp; i hate having issues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm tired &amp;amp; cranky &amp;amp; emotional &amp;amp; feel like my head is swirling today. therefore, i must sleep.&amp;nbsp; after all, tomorrow is grey's anatomy night &amp;amp; i will have to hanker down w/a box of tissues &amp;amp; some ice cream to see who meredith chooses...mcdreamy or mcsteamy?&amp;nbsp; hmmm...&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/537299221/i-think-he-likes-me.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>blah blah blog</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/536637612/blah-blah-blog.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/536637612/blah-blah-blog.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 01:52:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Brother brought it to my attn that I haven't blogged in a minute, so I shall give an update.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;à&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Just finished my first course toward my Ed.S. program this evening!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yay!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I was up until 4 a.m. working on my papers.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I would like to think I've grown up significantly since I was 14, but no, I still have the same habits of procrastination.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;à&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Had an awesome time Saturday afternoon hooking up with some friends from Nebraska who I met in India.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was such a good thing to be able chat &amp;amp; process some of my trip.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I haven't had a lot of time to process &amp;amp; there really hasn't been anyone who has been able to understand my experience over there – cultural shock, cultural adjustment, cultural stress, &amp;amp; re-entry – and the wide spectrum of emotion in the last 6 months, so it was so awesome to reconnect w/part of the Nebraska team and have a chance to share.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was a blessing from the Lord for sure!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;à&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;I have fallen in love!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;His name is PJ and he's from New Orleans.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Every Friday night I have a guaranteed date w/my friend Chris. Much needed girl time fo' shizzle!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Friday was especially fun b/c we went to PJs of New Orleans, a new coffee house much classier than the 'bucks.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I think I'm going to start cheating on Starbucks w/PJ.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The ambiance is better &amp;amp; after all I am a &lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;k&lt;/B&gt;lassy girl &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley3.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;à&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Had a date Saturday night.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;First one in a while.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Don't get excited. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;He was a dud.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Totally underwhelming.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But I had scrumptrulescent steak &amp;amp; since the date wasn't going anywhere, I ate like a pig &amp;amp; had a great meal.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Does that make me a jerk to say that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;EDIT:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As I'm sitting here typing my blog, my girl Bernadette calls me &amp;amp; tells me that Saturday night date boy is bugging the fire out of them for my digits.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Apparently he told them to convey to me that he wants a second chance &amp;amp; &lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;really&lt;/I&gt; wants to take me out again.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Gosh, how do you tell someone you &lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;really&lt;/I&gt; don't want to go out with them?&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I haven't had this problem in a while.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Its kind of fun being pursued, but now Saturday night date boy is starting to get on my nerves.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I'm going to have to increase my running so I can be like a gazelle &amp;amp; escape this pursuit &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Papyrus; mso-hansi-font-family: Papyrus; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt; ha ha.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;à&lt;SPAN style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Other than all that, I'm a boring school marm doing my teacher thang and absolutely loving it!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My precious homeroom babies were so good today that I almost cried.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Perhaps the 2 hours of sleep I got last night made me a bit emotional, but the kids were so sweet ( a rare occasion w/7&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; graders).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O&lt;/SPAN&gt;ne of my boys said, "Ms. Davis, you really work hard to do things for us to be a good teacher.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;You're not like most teachers."&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I really almost lost it right then &amp;amp; there.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I felt like having a great big group hug, but then my reason returned to me and I became my calloused self and made them work!&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I had to share my sweet story of the day because it was like a blessing from God sent to me just to let me know He loves me and He did it through my precious ones that He lets me love.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Those stories are few &amp;amp; far between when working with middle schoolers, but that is what will keep me going for the rest of the week!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Here is an update in pics from the last few weeks:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is why I only work in the nursey when Dawn is in there b/c I hate changing diapers!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/DSCN19212005-09-03_00-41-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I had to go old school on a few pics for Amanda this week for a little pic-me-up for her &lt;IMG src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/IMG_0380-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/IMG_0393-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;New school or old news?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/DSCN19302005-09-03_02-55-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Like mother, like daughter...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/DSCN19312005-09-03_02-56-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/536637612/blah-blah-blog.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>My Life as a Barbie</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/528990871/my-life-as-a-barbie.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/528990871/my-life-as-a-barbie.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 09:51:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Its been said that I'm more fun than a Barbie head...ok, so it was an 8-year-old that said it, but still....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/heididavis/9e93577736374/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=barbie src="http://x9e.xanga.com/935d16743103477736374/z52689807.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/heididavis/5688377736269/photo.html" target=_blank&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt=barbie2 src="http://x56.xanga.com/883d077b4943777736269/z52689726.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/528990871/my-life-as-a-barbie.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Lessons from my Tooth</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/525291020/lessons-from-my-tooth.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/525291020/lessons-from-my-tooth.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 13:49:43 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/DSCN18822005-09-01_22-14-44.jpg" width=1&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 654px; HEIGHT: 475px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=528 alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/DSCN18822005-09-01_22-14-44.jpg" width=540&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=left&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Lesson #1 – Getting to the Root of the Problem&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;I went to the dentist this week because of some pain in one of my teeth that has already been crowned since I have such a regal mouth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I ended up having an emergency tooth extraction. Definitely wasn’t anticipating that, but I didn’t care after 3 days of pain.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After I had a day where I took 6 Aleeve just to get through the day, I realized I needed to actually do something about the pain so I made the appointment.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The Aleeve was not addressing the problem – an infection from cracked posts in the area from the root canal.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The problem was there was infection trapped in my gums and the only way to remove the infection was to remove what was left of my tooth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I am reminded of how I deal with my emotional pain &amp;amp; even sin at times. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Often I fail to deal with my pain or sin and the root problems and I’d rather just mask it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Its too hard to deal with it or I “don’t have time” to deal with it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’d rather pretend its not there.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yet what happens is the infection just gets worse and worse and will cause a much larger problem in the end.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Right now my gum hurts where they extracted the tooth on Wednesday.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It woke me up much earlier than I would have liked.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’m proud of myself because I haven’t even got the pain medication prescription filled.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have taken an Aleeve this morning to help with the pain, but dealing with the pain is part of the process.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’m going to have to remember that as God helps me deal with emotional pains &amp;amp; hurts as well.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Also, when God shows me there is sin in my life, then I need to remember that the sin needs to be removed, extracted immediately or else it will cause pain and infection in my life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Lesson #2 – Small Things Make a Big Difference&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;My dear cousin wrote a wonderful blog this week about being faithful in the little things.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was such a good reminder to me.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I think I may have simply read her blog and moved on except my tooth extraction made me stop and ponder some more.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I would like to add to her blog and say that the little things, the small things make a big difference.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I did not realize what a big pain such a small tooth could cause until I spent 3 days in pain because of it.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The infection that had gotten in where the root canal posts had cracked was actually quite small… “no big deal”.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yet, it caused an immense amount of pain.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;When I went to the dentist and we discovered the “root” problem (pun intended) I thought he was going to have to do some big surgical procedure to remove the tooth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;However, after sufficiently numbing me, all the dentist did was take a pair of pliers, grab the tooth and yank it out by the root.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(Btw, when you’re mouth is numb &amp;amp; you’re bleeding out the side of your mouth, not cool.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Its one thing to have drool running down your cheek, but to have blood running down your cheek kind of grosses people out.)&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Anyway, its been 3 days yet the last few my mouth has been really achy.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This morning I woke up because of the pain actually.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There was a hole left in my mouth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The hole is trying to heal.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Its only one tooth in a mouth full of teeth, yet I failed to realize what a big difference this small thing makes.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have had to eat soft foods, I’ve had to avoid brushing my teeth on the left side of my mouth, I’ve had to gargle with salt water, I’ve had to quit chewing gum (schnarf!).&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My jaws have even had to re-adjust &amp;amp; my muscles are sore because this extraction has changed the shape of my mouth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Point being, the small things make a big difference.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Its funny how God gets my attention and my life has to be affected somehow in order to teach me lessons.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’m going to try to remember this lesson as I deal with people.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’m a small thing and I want to make a big difference in a positive way.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But I see so often the small things that I do to my students and people I’m around can be negative – I can either be like an infection and cause pain just in the smallest things I do – a tone of voice, a look, etc.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;or I can be faithful even in the little things as Cousin Leah talked about and hopefully make a big difference.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/525291020/lessons-from-my-tooth.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>wild &amp; crazy</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/524173019/wild--crazy.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/524173019/wild--crazy.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 02:24:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i did it.&amp;nbsp; i had my wild weekend.&amp;nbsp; i rented 3 movies &amp;amp; watched them. i didn't clean my apt, i didn't finish my ironing, i didn't get all my sewing done, i didn't finish grading my papers, i didn't read my homework for class monday night.&amp;nbsp; i hung out w/friends sat night, did lunch w/friends sun, ran 1/2 a mile sat &amp;amp; swam laps sun.&amp;nbsp; i watched grey's anatomy sun night while laying on the couch like a couch potato.&amp;nbsp; mon night after class i came home &amp;amp; watched prison break &amp;amp; vanished.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;so late t.v. watching nights 2 nights in a row.&amp;nbsp; i bought a new printer w/money i didn't have &amp;amp; went out to eat tonight before open house, overspending my budget two nights in a row.&amp;nbsp;that was my wild, lack of discipline.&amp;nbsp;so this morning i woke up late for the 2nd day in a row (6 am rather than 4:30 am) and decided i must be punished.&amp;nbsp; so i grounded myself from t.v.&amp;nbsp; that's right.&amp;nbsp; i took a garbage bag out &amp;amp; put it over the t.v. so i cannot watch t.v. this week.&amp;nbsp; i'm a raving lunatic.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/524173019/wild--crazy.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>'sup</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/522508701/sup.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/522508701/sup.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 22:08:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So new in the world of Heidi Davis:&amp;nbsp; I have joined the ranks of the 21st century and gotten high speed internet at home and I won't lie, I'm excited.&amp;nbsp; Try not to be jealous.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Grad School:&amp;nbsp; Underwhelming as per usual.&amp;nbsp; Education is going the way of the constructivists.&amp;nbsp; Yay.&amp;nbsp; Relativism&amp;nbsp;has taken over&amp;nbsp;our post-modern educational system full force.&amp;nbsp; It has become, as I like to call it, Build-a-Bear Education.&amp;nbsp; Only those in the know will understand &amp;amp; appreciate the humor of that.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I had my final Hep A vaccine today &amp;amp; I didn't cry.&amp;nbsp; But I was excluded from the "coffee club" by the coffee&amp;nbsp;snobs&amp;nbsp;at work &amp;amp; had my feelings hurt.&amp;nbsp; One day I will grow up to be a big girl.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;My brother sent me a present from Iraq.&amp;nbsp; Yay.&amp;nbsp; The new &lt;EM&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/EM&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I had a Heidi Night &amp;amp; enjoyed watching it immensely last weekend.&amp;nbsp; Is it wrong that I love to hermit-up by myself after a long week of dealing with people?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;My brother tells funny jokes on his blog.&amp;nbsp; I love him. Too bad he hasn't called lately.&amp;nbsp; Too bad when he does call I never have time to talk (its the life of a super-star).&amp;nbsp; Too bad he &amp;amp; I communicate via our blog entries.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;There are some weird things happening to me since the school year started:&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;A#1 - I've been on time...to work, to meetings, most everywhere I'm on time.&lt;BR&gt;A#2 - I have started sewing...for fun.&lt;BR&gt;B#1-&amp;nbsp; I've started cooking...for fun (a good hobby for any fat kid).&lt;BR&gt;B#2 - I've started becoming really, really responsible.&lt;BR&gt;C#1 - I haven't been spending money I don't have.&lt;BR&gt;C#2 - I'm on a budget.&lt;BR&gt;D#1 - I'm doing my homework...ahead of time.&lt;BR&gt;D#2 - I get normal amounts of sleep each night.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;There's only one thing this could mean.&amp;nbsp; I'm growing up.&amp;nbsp; Breaking free from my inner child.&amp;nbsp; This new me is so boring.&amp;nbsp; I need to do something wild...and soon.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I would do something wild, but I don't have time &amp;amp; it might interfere with my schedule or my sleep pattern.&amp;nbsp; Oh no, listen to me, its happening, I'm growing up.&amp;nbsp; Someone make it stop.....aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/522508701/sup.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>where is everyone?</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/518549006/where-is-everyone.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/518549006/where-is-everyone.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 20:56:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;nobody blogs anymore.&amp;nbsp; i get no interesting updates when i check my email.&amp;nbsp; my xanga subscrips have only 1 or 2 entries &amp;amp; its entirely uninteresting.&amp;nbsp; i rely on all of you to be my life and to write interesting things.&amp;nbsp; my one source of entertainment at 7:30 a.m. when i log onto my computer at sch everyday is hoping that there will be an interesting blog written by someone.&amp;nbsp; something to make me lol.&amp;nbsp; but nothing. absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp; and i'm bitter at you all.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i shall post my happy news even though i'm still bitter at you all:&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;(1) my mom's colonoscopy came out clear.&amp;nbsp; nothing wrong with her pooper.&amp;nbsp; sadly, that thrills me.&amp;nbsp; grandpa died of colon cancer, so every clear colonoscopy is something to celebrate.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;(2) my car was repaired.&amp;nbsp; $600 later, i am thrilled to pieces b/c this means i don't have to get my transmission fixed or buy a new car...yet.&amp;nbsp; and it passed emissions MIRACULOUSLY!&amp;nbsp; i had praying about my car all week &amp;amp; praying for a miracle &amp;amp; God did it...the emissions dude said he hadn't had a car pass with such flying colors in 6 years!&amp;nbsp; total God-thing b/c my car is 11 years old.&amp;nbsp; and no, it is not time for a new car.&amp;nbsp; its like an old pair of jeans...you know you need a new pair, but the old ones are so comfortable and you know if you buy a new pair to be equally as comfortable is going to cost a lot of money.&amp;nbsp; well, that's how i roll w/my car.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;now i must go b/c i have wasted too much time on here when i have 3 months worth of checking statements to reconcile, laundry to do, lesson plans to write, &amp;amp; curtains to sew!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/518549006/where-is-everyone.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Declaration of Feminity</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/516098348/declaration-of-feminity.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/516098348/declaration-of-feminity.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 19:19:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Not that I feel the need to defend my feminity, but my brother's recent blog combined w/my recent pics posted inspired me to make a proclamation to the world of my feminity.&amp;nbsp; You will find all the things that make me femine listed below:&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;A#1 - I love shopping.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if I'm in India or America, Neiman Marcus or Ratnadeep, Walmart, Big Lots, or Kroger, I LOVE TO SHOP!&amp;nbsp; I am amazing at shopping and I do it like its my job.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;A#2 - I am emotional...as some of you may or may not know.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;B#1 - I like pretty things.&amp;nbsp; Pretty walls, pretty colors, pretty clothes, pretty boys, pretty paper, pretty pictures, etc. I like make-up b/c it transforms what is plain into pretty.&amp;nbsp; Although mama always says "pretty is as pretty does"... &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;B#2 - I have a new pink razor phone.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I could have gotten silver or black/charcoal, but I got a pink one.&amp;nbsp; Not the magenta one, but a nice, femine pink color.&amp;nbsp; I admit, though, I really wanted a magenta one, but opted for the pink one.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;C#1 - I sew.&amp;nbsp; Well, as of yesterday I do.&amp;nbsp; I made a tab curtain.&amp;nbsp; Just one, but there are at least 3 more to come.&amp;nbsp; This has really spiraled me into feminity.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;C#2 - I like to organize.&amp;nbsp; Last night I had the option to go "party" in the ATL and I really wanted to stay home &amp;amp; organize things.&amp;nbsp; Today I bought a book shelf, thereby combining my shopping skills w/my organizational passion.&amp;nbsp; This will make the 2nd bookshelf I bought this week.&amp;nbsp; I plan on buying more organizational tools before the weekend is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;D#1 - I hate watching football on t.v.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that will prompt me to watch football is my love of pretty boys watching football.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;D#2 - I love clean things and I love doing laundry to make things clean - with the exception of bucket laundry which is the most horrible thing that could possible happen to a person, speaking from two months of personal experience.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;E#1 - I like to decorate, which really feeds into A#1, B#1, &amp;amp; C#1.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;E#2 - I'm a terrible driver.&amp;nbsp; My father would say its cuz I'm a woman, so I will just assume that my driving skills (or lack thereof) are b/c I'm a woman.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;On a separate note, here are some more pics from India that I'd like to share...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN11362005-07-11_18-31-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Two of the girls from the school.&amp;nbsp; They are so precious &amp;amp; mischievous all at the same time!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN11572005-07-11_18-41-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Good times were had swinging on the playground!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN14962005-07-20_19-55-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The ultimate in feminity in India...wearing a saree.&amp;nbsp; This is one of my Am teammates, Leah.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN15642005-07-22_18-04-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At the Taj Krishna Hotel in Hyderabad enjoying the pretty&amp;nbsp;ambience &amp;amp; the yummy foods while wearing our pretty clothes!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN16612005-07-23_21-28-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One of my favorite pretty things, my precious little Claire, one of two of my favorite things in India that I miss very much...schnarf &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley2.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN15362005-07-21_21-31-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someone else I miss from India.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/DSCN09812005-07-03_22-54-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My two favorite pretty things in India &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" width=15&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/516098348/declaration-of-feminity.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Many Faces of Jetlag...</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/513829239/the-many-faces-of-jetlag.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/HeidiDavis/513829239/the-many-faces-of-jetlag.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 13:57:23 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag1.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag2.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag3.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag4.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag5.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag6.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag7.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag8.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/heididavis/India/JetLag9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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