<?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-15490500</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:31:25.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Confessionals</title><subtitle type='html'>a portal into an undiscovered mind ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2502867542989797779</id><published>2009-11-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:58:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence can be deadly.</title><content type='html'>*silence*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2502867542989797779?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2502867542989797779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2502867542989797779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2502867542989797779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2502867542989797779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/11/silence-can-be-deadly.html' title='Silence can be deadly.'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4965094200855448196</id><published>2009-09-07T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:30:29.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SqVCaQ1ZLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWsb0DHGUr4/s1600-h/Van+Island+09+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SqVCaQ1ZLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWsb0DHGUr4/s200/Van+Island+09+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378778348926873138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking / doing in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this was a good summer. Sent time with my Dad on Vancouver Island; healed my broken thumb to the point where I could go back to work; got a new roommate and considered changing my focus on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4965094200855448196?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4965094200855448196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4965094200855448196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4965094200855448196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4965094200855448196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-am-i-thinking-doing-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SqVCaQ1ZLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWsb0DHGUr4/s72-c/Van+Island+09+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-9117644423815040965</id><published>2009-04-19T17:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:33:52.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SeuybNw1lyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oqoTqhiq8iM/s1600-h/aself.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SeuybNw1lyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oqoTqhiq8iM/s200/aself.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326547164916455202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Given the chance to change one thing, would you change anything in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-9117644423815040965?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/9117644423815040965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=9117644423815040965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/9117644423815040965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/9117644423815040965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions-given-chance-to-change-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SeuybNw1lyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oqoTqhiq8iM/s72-c/aself.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7388229548112942380</id><published>2009-04-19T15:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:26:02.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert Life Plan Here]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when I am not sure about tomorrow or the next day; so how can people plan for a lifetime when so many unexpected things occur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more of a rhetorical question, but at the same time it makes me wonder why I try to make plans and choices for the long term when these plans always seem to be redrafted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the next stage? How does one plan for someone/somethings unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are on my mind lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7388229548112942380?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7388229548112942380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7388229548112942380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7388229548112942380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7388229548112942380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-life-plan-here.html' title='[Insert Life Plan Here]'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1234241017251319173</id><published>2009-03-31T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:30:45.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ich will nur in deiner naehe sein ...</title><content type='html'>in der nacht wenn du schlaefst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1234241017251319173?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1234241017251319173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1234241017251319173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1234241017251319173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1234241017251319173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/03/ich-will-nur-in-deiner-naehe-sein.html' title='ich will nur in deiner naehe sein ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8610923602613474404</id><published>2009-03-12T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:36:10.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Had A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I cried at my desk. Listening to a song that is played every day, drinking my normal coffee and reading my normal morning web sites; I started to feel overwhelmed and my vision started to blur with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day just kept sinking from that point forward. There were a whole bunch of little things, that on an average day would have been barely noticeable but yesterday they seems impossible to conquer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I am very emotional and cannot seem to keep them under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd. Very odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8610923602613474404?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8610923602613474404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8610923602613474404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8610923602613474404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8610923602613474404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-bad-day.html' title='Had A Bad Day'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1005373894956562505</id><published>2009-03-09T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:24:34.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times in the day when the clock stops moving and the world stops turning - in my mind these small fractions of time transform themselves into an endless abyss; the thoughts are long, insightful and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions of "what if" ... these are questions that rarely come to me, but in the endless second of the unmoving clock, it is unaddressed "what if" questions that spring forward demanding attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a method from the cosmos to prepare my mind for possible situations or just a random firing in my brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one "what if" answered, what would you ask (and why)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1005373894956562505?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1005373894956562505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1005373894956562505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1005373894956562505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1005373894956562505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are-times-in-day-when-clock-stops.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5589468416488816262</id><published>2009-02-01T21:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:34:18.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="postcontent"&gt;      &lt;div class="postcontent"&gt;I am thinking about...if I am making the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;I said... too much but not enough.&lt;br /&gt;I want to... be able to express myself more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish... I could determine a path for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I miss...being so certain of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hear... too many doubts and not enough assurance&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...if things will become less complicated&lt;br /&gt;I regret...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am...uncertain of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I dance... in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="postcontent"&gt;I laugh... at myself.&lt;br /&gt;I sing...all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I cry...when I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am not always...able to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;I write... with horrible penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;I confuse...wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;I need...to be brave in my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I should try... to write of list of things I want to do in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I finish...almost everything that I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5589468416488816262?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5589468416488816262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5589468416488816262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5589468416488816262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5589468416488816262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am.html' title='I am ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4265868526239782102</id><published>2008-11-08T18:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:14:32.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update from here ... or there ... or anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are always times when I make an effort to come online and post  - however as you can tell it's been awhile. I am just going to type off some random thoughts that flow into my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am currently in Preeceville Sk. My great grandmother is not doing well, not well at all. So I was able to take some time off of work to come down and take shifts at the hospital with her. It did not sink in how bad she really was until I was coming here and thought that I'd best pack a black dress. It is sad, but I'd rather her be without pain than continue on in a lot of pain. I love my grandma very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been four week since I've seen G and I miss him a lot; more than alot. I do not understand how people managed to achieve long distance relationships in the past without our current technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My car is in the shop and was ready to be picked up on Thursday; three days behind schedule. As I am not in Edmonton, I am unable to pick it up. I wonder when/how I am going to get my car back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I joined a choir this fall and after our first concert I was very put off at the organization and proffesionalism of the event. I cannot see myself going back and being able to get the embarassement that I felt during the concert out of my mind. Does this make me a choir snob or just someone with unreasonible expectations for a community choir? Perhaps both. I was not prepared for the concert, this was the first time that I can recall needing to look at the music instead of just having it there as an accessory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of singing, I shall be playing curling. It still gets me out of the house and gives me a little something to do. My co-workers are my team mates and well they are an interesting bunch. Hopefully this will not make ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My back is still more than just sore. As I am sitting here at the computer, I am wondering how many pills I am going to need to take to get to sleep tonight. I started to go to a chiropractor and it seems to be working, but it's been five days since my last session and I can feel my back going back to the old ways of pain and more pain. I have an appointment booked for Tuesday (I come back Monday). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I can think of to say at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps - I like wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4265868526239782102?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4265868526239782102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4265868526239782102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4265868526239782102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4265868526239782102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-from-here-or-there-or-anywhere.html' title='An update from here ... or there ... or anywhere'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1136962476704577897</id><published>2008-10-29T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:20:07.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done for your body lately?</title><content type='html'>Today was my first adjustment by the chiropractor and it was very interesting. I got up feeling instant relief in my neck which has been plaguing me for almost a year. He also stated that I should feel progressions with each session; I am to see him for 15 sessions - three times a week - to get the relief aspect taken care of. After my 15 sessions, it is up to me to have a continuous schedule so that it becomes more of a pro-active treatment rather than reactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the details aside, after examining the x-rays that I was sent for, without treatment my situation would have gotten much much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fear of doctors that prevented me from trying this treatment? Was it my lack of knowledge about the practice? I cannot say why I did not think of trying this sooner, but after one session I can feel the difference in my neck so I am going to keep going with this and see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is - what do you do in your life that is pro-active for your health (physical, mental or spiritual)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1136962476704577897?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1136962476704577897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1136962476704577897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1136962476704577897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1136962476704577897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-have-you-done-for-your-body-lately.html' title='What have you done for your body lately?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6413314406661820103</id><published>2008-08-24T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:21:37.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the summer go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SLHAo_DDvGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F80M3zBk04g/s1600-h/Fort+Edmonton+Park+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SLHAo_DDvGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F80M3zBk04g/s200/Fort+Edmonton+Park+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238179651960159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else wondering where the summer went? I am sitting here realizing that it is almost September and how very odd the summer has been with the weather, the life changes and realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you realize this summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6413314406661820103?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6413314406661820103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6413314406661820103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6413314406661820103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6413314406661820103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did the summer go?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SLHAo_DDvGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F80M3zBk04g/s72-c/Fort+Edmonton+Park+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8466843511579917479</id><published>2008-08-24T13:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:11:15.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Or That</title><content type='html'>... stolen from MF ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun or shade? Shade - I burn very easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flip flop or Birkenstock?  Flip flops&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beach or lake? Lake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;California or Florida? Cali&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lemonade or Iced tea? Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grow your own garden, or head down to the farmer’s market on Saturdays?  Own Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dinner on the patio, or brunch on the patio? Dinner on the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reggae or Beach Boys? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Margarita or mojito? Margarita&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waterskis/wakeboard or mountain bike? Bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take vacation or avoid tourists? Avoid at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BBQ steaks or BBQ salmon? I'm from Alerta - steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Convertible or motorcycle? Convertible&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bike or skateboard? Bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sailing or kayaking? Kayak&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take pictures of the fun, or take videos? Pictures&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coconut or mango? Mango&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lie on the grass or lie on the sand? Lie on the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lounge chair or hammock? Hammock if I am with a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trampoline or… not? hmm not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... your turn ...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8466843511579917479?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8466843511579917479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8466843511579917479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8466843511579917479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8466843511579917479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-or-that.html' title='This Or That'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-3921170767633367962</id><published>2008-08-21T12:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:35:30.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over three years ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was checking blogs today, I noticed that my first post was way back in August 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been blogging for three years and although I missed the actual anniversary date, I am still within the anniversary month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-3921170767633367962?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/3921170767633367962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=3921170767633367962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3921170767633367962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3921170767633367962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-three-years.html' title='Over three years ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5872191328045635965</id><published>2008-08-12T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:25:26.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days ...</title><content type='html'>When I am in new places I do not sleep well. I toss and turn and wake up at any little noise; so yesterday when I was in Vancouver I figured that I would not be as rested as I normally would be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note - Vancouver time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and go to bed early - 1 am - 145 am - 232 am ... ah, finally sleep ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:22am my phone rings - mother informing me that my baby sister is having her baby ... will sleep evade me? Will I manage to get a few hours of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;755 am - alarm rings - again - LATE! WAKE UP! I have a plan to catch. I need to be at the airport in 45 mins - However, I am great at up, shower, dress and out in less than ten mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;805 am - cab driver slams on the brakes .... 808 am - cab driver slams on brakes again - repeat four more times before arriving at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;820 am - arrival at the airport ... not too late ... not too - fuck me sideways - why does there have to be such a mad long line at security?! Damn people with their damn kids with their damn strollers holding up the damn line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note please remember that I am not a morning person and I have not had my morning coffee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;854 am - finally I am through security with 20 mins to spare for a coffee - victory is mine! Where are all of these lines coming from?! I don't understand why this lady has to order an extra large vanilla latte - twice - with extra foam, skim milk and the sugar free vanilla and for the fun of it throw in that cinnamon bun with an extra side of cream cheese   - I really should be the last person to say things about other people; however if you're on a diet stay away from the cream cheese and the latte's  - I watched you put in five packages of sugar after you order the sugar free latte. - all I am saying is that if you're going to order the extra cream cheese, why not say fuck it and have that sugared vanilla in your latte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*once again - I have yet to have my morning coffee so I am not a very nice person* *for those of you who think that I am not a nice person ... please read at the bottom on the post as you can join a club - membership is free!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally my turn and I gather my extra large coffee (one cream one sugar) and my tuna sandwich ... why am I craving fish all of a sudden? what is my diet lacking? ... I digress ... I take two steps and a kid cuts me off making me spill my precious coffee all over my favourite dress. With hot coffee dripping down my leg and my hand, I race towards my gate to see - where the fuck in the plane?! I am late. In fact, after all of that I am ahead of the posted boarding time by 5 mins, but where the fuck is the plane?! *announcement* your flight will be delayed by 10-15 mins. *end announcement* Hmm well at least I can drink my coffee in peace whilst reading my book. Excellent. As I take a sip of my coffee, my lovely, never does me wrong coffee - it betrays me - coffee once again is dripping from the bottom on the cup onto my dress and legs. As the line was so long at the coffee shop, the person behind the counter neglected to note that they put the mouth piece of the lid over the place where there paper meets. I am not going to explain what I mean by that, but my fellow coffee drinkers are moaning with annoyance and pain with me at this moment. Oh look the plane! *announcement* the plane is currently coming up to the gate, please have your .... *announcement end* Well at least they kept their word about being only 15 mins behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1020 am - WE'RE GOING TO DIE! The plane is making a turn and hits and air pockets making the plane, and therefore me, drop - I don't know by how much, but enough for me to grab my air rest and take a panic look around - apparently, I am the only one in my sight path affected by this event. Perhaps I should ask what they are taking ... like oh my like gawd, I totally wanted to like buy like that Channel bag ... *inserts ear phones* this is going to be a long flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 pm - Channel bag girl rushes the three rows ahead of people as the plane slowly reaches the terminal. Oh, you are very important to rush ahead of people and it must be very critical that you gain that extra three minute advantage over the rest of us. I am right behind her as we are walking up the plane and out the door - oomph! I walked right into the idiot as she stopped after walking off the ramp and had the audacity to look at me with a snot-daddy pays for everything face- and tell me that she is waiting for her people. I am not having the best of morning, so I make direct eye contact "you have got to be fucking kidding me" and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it. I am not a nice person, but come the fuck on - if you're going to stop with at least 20 people behind you at least have the brain capacity to pull over to the side. Am I so wrong? I wonder sometimes if I was raised in another universe and place here as some random home-world experiment never knowing the results. All I can really hope for is that Capitan Jean-Luc Picard is there to beam me up when they come to collect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:52 pm Ah, wonderful it's raining, but at least I can ... *squeak* Oh goodness! I went down. Hard. The squeak noise you've imagined is my flip flop betraying me and sliding on the wet pedestrian paint. Oh, I went. I went down hard. I flew my purse out in order to give an on coming car warning that I would be following it into the street. As I felt my ankle give way, I have the sense to lean to the right in order to prevent landing on my bad knee.  An older man, was so kind as to come over to me and tell me to be careful while helping me out. I sure hope that it was my small, ever so small, shred of kindness left in my that prevented me so stating "why than you capitan obvious!" outload. It was very loud in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:53 pm - I am in the elevator assessing the damage to my leg, foot and dress. I press my level. *ding* the door opens again on the main level - is this going up? - yes, I replied but as I wait no one enters. The doors close. *ding* the doors open. Again the voice, is this going up?. Yes. I reply again. No one enters but I see a big happy family coming across the lane and figure out that this lady is holding - there are three elevators - the elevator that I am in for this troupe. I poke my head out of the doors - give a death glare- the doors close. The elevator moves. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it home, change, wash the blood off my leg and hobble back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you waiting to hear about the fan club, here it is. I get to work and I am telling my supervisor about my wonderfully eventful day. We are conversing about things that are going to change, expectations etc etc - knowing really knew to me; just chit-chat catch up. However, as we are talking, I was informed that some people (all of them) would respond to my emails if I was not so sarcastic and demanding. As I made the WTF are we still in highschool face to my supervisor - he started to laugh and told me how he handled the situation. That is what I love about him, we are on the same page and knows that I do not deal with bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The levels of emails that I send are the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Too the point and nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Too the point and not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Too the point. No nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get to level number two or three - you're not doing your job. I do not have to, nor do I want to, be your friend - just do your fucking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get home and as I am watching the last few episodes of Californication (very enjoyable), I decide to get some wine. Do you think that I can open the bottle? No. I cannot. The cork is will not take the screw - do not ask me how but it was breaking into pieces. However, do not worry I have another bottle and I managed to make a deal with the cork-screw in order to get into the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think that I would take this long to detail out my day, but I did and if you're still reading - thank you, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loathed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - 825 pm - still no baby from the baby sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5872191328045635965?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5872191328045635965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5872191328045635965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5872191328045635965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5872191328045635965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-633655692389812236</id><published>2008-08-07T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:01:10.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No News Is Good News ... That's What She Said</title><content type='html'>... but apparently there is news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-633655692389812236?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/633655692389812236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=633655692389812236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/633655692389812236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/633655692389812236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-news-is-good-news-thats-what-she.html' title='No News Is Good News ... That&apos;s What She Said'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8187441379810869090</id><published>2008-08-04T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:12:15.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... this could break my heart or save me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Someone recently told me that all of my posts were negative. I have thought about that, and for the most part I do post about negative things. Perhaps it is because in my little online world, I am able to say and express myself in ways that I am not capable of in person. I lack the ability to express myself well in person and am very uncomfortable when dealing with new people or situations.  On the other hand, I find that I am a pessimist and therefore writing with a negative theme should not surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This weekend was August long weekend; the only weekend that I will manage to make out to the family cabin this summer. The weather was supposed to be wonderful but in reality it turned out to be not so delightful as I had packed for. In fact, I left Edmonton with three bathing suits, one shirt and pj's. Now I am willing to admit that with my history of weather I should know known better but why does the weather always have to turn out "not so grand" when I plan outings? There is a question to ponder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My favourite part of the entire weekend would have to be when it started to rain; instead of going back to the cabin, G and I waited it out in the trees and then spent the rest of the evening sitting in the sun watching the water. "Any time is quality time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kamryn Irene is now over two weeks old. I was unable to contact my sister while in the area, so I did not go and visit the new addition. My younger sister is about to pop and we're waiting to greet the second baby of 2008 into the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I think that things are not the same anymore. I think that even though I try, I do not want it to be the same. Is that wrong? I am tempted to say no and leave it at that. However, I can feel myself start to distance from the group. I do this. It's a mechanism of (fill in term that I am unable to express). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;*I am too tired to proof read the thoughts that flew from my fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8187441379810869090?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8187441379810869090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8187441379810869090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8187441379810869090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8187441379810869090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-could-break-my-heart-or-save-me.html' title='... this could break my heart or save me ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2269925507715207021</id><published>2008-07-27T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:54:51.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Type - Edit - Forget - Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Once again I have left my blog to sit in the great world wide web alone without updates. Strange, I always state how I aspire to become a regular blogger, but it just never seems to work out that way. As it turns out, I have been fairly busy during my absence, so I shall do what I normally do and point form my life to keep those of you still reading updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am officially a home owner; condo owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am on the board of directors for the condo; privacy officer is my title&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be getting a touch more busy at work in the next while, which is really good as we all know that I would rather be busy than bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am on the company slo-pitch team and we are absolutely horrible but have fun. Fun is the most important thing - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marly got married this weekend. I attended at Megan's date and was smokin' hot! There seems to be more and more people that I know getting married and having babies. Did I miss some type of sociality brain washing seminar in school? The reason I ask, is because I am not overcome with the desire to wed and procreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are elements in my life that are changing and I am not sure how to handle them. I am struck by the oddity that I think I know what I want but not sure how to express it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This past week, I was in Fort McMurray for a few days. On the morning that I was supposed to catch my flight, the highway to the airport was closed due to a fatality. What struck me the most, was how common place I accepted the situation; since when has a human death on the highway started to become such a regular occurrence?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raine Madia live = one wicked awesome fantastically great show. I recommend going to see him whenever and if ever you get the chance?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arndis moved back to Fort McMurray; I hope things work out for her in this new chapter of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note - do not hoist someone up to peek into a window when then outside wall is stuco because it will scratch your leg and hurt like a *beep*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am out of things to update at the moment. I shall endeavor to post on a more regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Question - In a none sexual manner, are you more dominate or submissive in your relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2269925507715207021?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2269925507715207021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2269925507715207021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2269925507715207021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2269925507715207021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/07/type-edit-forget-repeat.html' title='Type - Edit - Forget - Repeat'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1448745579381952633</id><published>2008-06-15T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:40:18.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker of Condo</title><content type='html'>As this sunday comes to an end, I am one week closer to the keys. Am I excited? Yah. Oh yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000375/"&gt;Robert Downey Jr &lt;/a&gt;+ Superhero = &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371746/"&gt;Ironman&lt;/a&gt;. Not too shabby; there are a few scenes in the movie that I found lacking, but all in all an enjoyable. I would see the sequal, which if you stayed for after the credits you know shall be out this winter / spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Megan, Greg, Josh (?) and Angela (?) went to Ironman with me and then out for a drink at BP's. It's nice to hang out with my friends without having to drive five hours;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss G. alot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/katyperry"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt; - check her out. She rocks. I have had "thinking of you" and "i kissed a girl and i liked it" stuck in my head for a few days now. That for me, is always a good sign. She shall be in Calgary Aug 6th for &lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=warped+tour&amp;amp;meta="&gt;Warped Tour&lt;/a&gt; - I am thinking of going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been driving past my new condo every time I am down in that area; I cannot wait to get the keys and have my own place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Father's Day was today and I remember to call my dad and Kelly all by myself (that's a big deal! ha ha) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baba, Al and I went to OPM's for supper. 'Twas tasty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1448745579381952633?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1448745579381952633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1448745579381952633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1448745579381952633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1448745579381952633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/06/stalker-of-condo.html' title='Stalker of Condo'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6186193358120788454</id><published>2008-06-10T20:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:21:53.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I've been here before ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is that saying about how much time flies when you're having fun. I would not say that I was having fun, but rather changing my life in location, job and relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a rather crazy few weeks. I put in my notice at NACG and completed my three weeks notice of resignation. During that time, I received two job offers and I accepted one of them. That job is in Edmonton. I now work for *L* and have the title: Health Safety and Environmental Protection Adminstrator for the CMI division in Edmonton. Yes, that is right. I have moved to Edmonton. I started my new position yesterday and am currently living with my Baba on the west end while I am waiting for the posession date of my condo. Yes, you read that right. I just bought a condo. In fact, I bought it today. The offer was accepted and I am just waiting for a few of my conditions to clear. Exciting times these are. Very exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let us recap what I have completed in the past few weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Resigned from NACG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Accepted offer to work for *L* in Edmonton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moved to Edmonton; well not fully moved as I am working on one car load at a time - le sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finalized the deal for a brand new condo - offer accpeted today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Decided that I would be willing to try a long distance relationship even though I said I never would - that should tell you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Started my new job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Found a bakery that sells bretzels; thank you michael =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That is about all, but in actuality it is kind of a lot. As I have no furniture and no liquid cash to buy any a house warming party shall be postponed until the fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did I leave anything out? I think I forgot to mention something. I know I did ... I just do not know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. I am sure that it will come to me eventually and then I shall forget to put it on here, so why dont you just forget about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget about what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exactly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6186193358120788454?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6186193358120788454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6186193358120788454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6186193358120788454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6186193358120788454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-like-ive-been-here-before.html' title='I feel like I&apos;ve been here before ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7751038800138878777</id><published>2008-05-07T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:33:12.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonton or Fort McMurray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job One - Edmonton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Job Two  - Fort McMurray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am taking votes until Thursday at midnight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7751038800138878777?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7751038800138878777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7751038800138878777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7751038800138878777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7751038800138878777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/05/edmonton-or-fort-mcmurray.html' title='Edmonton or Fort McMurray'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-861060092373919482</id><published>2008-05-05T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:03:43.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop - Drastic Life Change!</title><content type='html'>It was time to make some changes in my life and change I sure did make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in my three week resignation today. It was almost like a weight has been lifted off of my back. I feel relaxed over my decision. Perhaps this isn't going to be the best decision in my life, but at the same time perhaps it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no job lined up at the moment, but I have gone for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what is going to happen. I am kind of freaked out and scared about the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-861060092373919482?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/861060092373919482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=861060092373919482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/861060092373919482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/861060092373919482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-stop-drastic-life-change.html' title='Next Stop - Drastic Life Change!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8715888061385658810</id><published>2008-04-28T17:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! That knife in my back hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SBZee6wk3XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uNlSYhvhnrk/s1600-h/dropeverything_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SBZee6wk3XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uNlSYhvhnrk/s200/dropeverything_lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194443105480531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider it a good day when you get home and the first thing you do is burst into tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to quit. Unless something drastic changes in the next few days, on Friday I am going to pass in my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need this type of environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8715888061385658810?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8715888061385658810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8715888061385658810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8715888061385658810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8715888061385658810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/04/ouch-that-knife-in-my-back-hurts.html' title='Ouch! That knife in my back hurts!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SBZee6wk3XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uNlSYhvhnrk/s72-c/dropeverything_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8412278850790829855</id><published>2008-04-06T13:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:07.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to sink or not to sink ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R_kry2DEAVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QihKro7TAgc/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R_kry2DEAVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QihKro7TAgc/s200/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186224598395650386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I have brilliant ideas about what to blog about. I aspire to be a better blogger and sometimes it seems like those aspirations are so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I posted anything. There has been a lot of things going on in my life, however none of them seem to be able to come alive on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been having less headaches. Have I found a reason for my headaches? No. Has the doctor been able to give me a reason for my headaches? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;side note - I went to the optometrist and was informed that I have perfect 20/20 vision with an eye pressure level better than average. aka - not the reason for my headaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, I am under the belief that it might be due to less stress. I have made 80% of a decision. I have spent lots of time analyzing the choices available to me and feel comfortable with the actions that I am about to take. If you know me, you know that I do not make rash decisions. This has been ongoing for a few months with the dam giving way a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an ongoing battle in my mind. Is this going to be the right choice? Is this something that I am going to regret? Should I wait to see if it gets better or jump off of the bridge without knowing how deep the water is below? This aspect of my life would be a huge change. It would be like throwing a rock into a puddle and watching it influence the entire body of water and surrounding sediments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8412278850790829855?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8412278850790829855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8412278850790829855' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8412278850790829855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8412278850790829855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-sink-or-not-to-sink.html' title='to sink or not to sink ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R_kry2DEAVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QihKro7TAgc/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7844775548530130341</id><published>2008-03-19T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:17:48.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vastly disappointed in an author ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I put a book down this evening. I have not put a book down in years. I am not exaggerating; I honestly mean YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was not at all interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The writing style did not bring me into the story.&lt;br /&gt;The characters seemed flawed and did not encourage the flow of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am vastly disappointed as this was an author that I was enjoying before particular book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I like to know that when I seen an authors name on the cover that I am going to be entertained from page one right to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only string that I am going to hold onto is that this was their first book (republished aka cash grab) and their subsequent series(s) improved ten fold. Henceforth, I shall only read books that were written after a particular series that way I know, or at least want to hope, that I shan't be let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this happened to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7844775548530130341?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7844775548530130341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7844775548530130341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7844775548530130341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7844775548530130341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/03/vastly-disappointed-in-author.html' title='vastly disappointed in an author ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4416143765146123325</id><published>2008-03-13T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:07.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions ...</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. Ask a question. Get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R9oDAuDLnpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lNGlPZroWaA/s1600-h/Playing+Around+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R9oDAuDLnpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lNGlPZroWaA/s200/Playing+Around+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177454032512065170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is me yesterday. I got a haircut and streaks so my mother wanted to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4416143765146123325?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4416143765146123325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4416143765146123325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4416143765146123325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4416143765146123325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R9oDAuDLnpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lNGlPZroWaA/s72-c/Playing+Around+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5724743434064310128</id><published>2008-03-04T22:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:48:44.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of time</title><content type='html'>Tonight I wasted all of my free time doing nothing. I did not do laundry. I did not do the floors. I did not accomplish anything that I had put on my to do list for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else waste a large chunk of time this evening? or today? or this week? this month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5724743434064310128?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5724743434064310128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5724743434064310128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5724743434064310128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5724743434064310128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/03/waste-of-time.html' title='Waste of time'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2914383052387526230</id><published>2008-02-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:46:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to aimee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Dear Aimee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yours but not by choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2914383052387526230?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2914383052387526230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2914383052387526230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2914383052387526230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2914383052387526230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-to-aimee.html' title='a letter to aimee'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4246324954487885698</id><published>2008-02-19T19:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap - Weekend In Edmonton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7uV2y_fktI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU45r0JXNY0/s1600-h/Mack+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7uV2y_fktI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU45r0JXNY0/s200/Mack+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889765971333842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Edmonton this weekend to see some of the best people I have ever met. My sister pretty much summed it up when she said "you're friends are awesome". I agree! My friends are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my time in Edmonton and the drive was completely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chapters!&lt;br /&gt;I spent tons of time with Arndis!&lt;br /&gt;I played Rock Star!&lt;br /&gt;I saw my good friends Megan, Mack, Riva, Ken and Greg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those guys. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true form Mack had his camera and took a few &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mastermaq/sets/72157603935865634/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of the evening. In the picture above is Mack and I ... and creepy Ken ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4246324954487885698?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4246324954487885698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4246324954487885698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4246324954487885698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4246324954487885698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/recap-weekend-in-edmonton.html' title='Recap - Weekend In Edmonton'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7uV2y_fktI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lU45r0JXNY0/s72-c/Mack+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7524495718467386384</id><published>2008-02-13T22:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7PTpS_fksI/AAAAAAAAAF0/32F6UpFXh2g/s1600-h/IM000820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7PTpS_fksI/AAAAAAAAAF0/32F6UpFXh2g/s320/IM000820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166705903950336706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ... of so many thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7524495718467386384?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7524495718467386384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7524495718467386384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7524495718467386384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7524495718467386384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/unsure.html' title='Unsure ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7PTpS_fksI/AAAAAAAAAF0/32F6UpFXh2g/s72-c/IM000820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4174649029196425806</id><published>2008-02-12T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:03:40.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kina Grannis - Strong Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kinagrannis.com/freeforyou.html"&gt;Strong Enough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her on YouTube during my search for new music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4174649029196425806?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4174649029196425806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4174649029196425806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4174649029196425806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4174649029196425806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/kina-grannis.html' title='Kina Grannis - Strong Enough'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1308447268498859166</id><published>2008-02-12T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My plant is still alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7J3-i_fkoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AXQJ3fDZd4c/s1600-h/Playing+Around+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7J3-i_fkoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AXQJ3fDZd4c/s200/Playing+Around+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166323638976090754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my plant. My plant is alive. It is not fake. It loves me and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plant is almost a year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all you know that this is a friggin' miracle.&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/15490500-1308447268498859166?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1308447268498859166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1308447268498859166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1308447268498859166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1308447268498859166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-plant-is-still-alive.html' title='My plant is still alive!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R7J3-i_fkoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AXQJ3fDZd4c/s72-c/Playing+Around+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2109876056979805754</id><published>2008-02-12T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:52:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is a strange thing ...</title><content type='html'>... and no matter what you do it moves on without you. Where did this month go? Where did the year go? Where did my master plan go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those who like to have a plan for life. Plans give purpose and organization in an unorganized world. Lately, there is no plan. I have never not had a plan. I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that something is going to happen at work that I am not going to be happy with. If it does happen, I really do not know what I am going to do. Time will only tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people think that because of their lack of planning their problem should become my priority. Things happened these past few days at work that I was surprised by (someone questioned my work ethic and took it to "upper levels") and quite frankly upset with. I work hard, I do not slack off and am more than willing to go out of my way to help you; if you're a nice person and not some *beep* *beep* *beep* who does not understand that I am only one person who can do only so many things at one time and that I have the full support of my supervisors. After this situation, I extended an olive branch and pulled a favour to get something that (because of once again poor *beeping* planning) they needed right away only to have my olive branch burnt. Burnt to a crisp. My professional self is always polite and calm, while my outside self is thinking ... *due to the language that is supposed to be here, Aimee has redacted her statement*... and that is what I think of that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to get that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2109876056979805754?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2109876056979805754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2109876056979805754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2109876056979805754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2109876056979805754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-is-strange-thing.html' title='Time is a strange thing ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7078429803488952928</id><published>2008-01-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:08.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pressure crack. A rift in the ice [...] You are a risk I took [...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R4b-jN6-emI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TsM4_YODOXc/s1600-h/Playing+Around+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R4b-jN6-emI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TsM4_YODOXc/s200/Playing+Around+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154086704558013026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I lay in the bathtub reading a book and relaxing in the warmth of the water, I have a sudden thought - it has been almost forever and a day since I posted anything on my blog. It always seems to come to that point. I am sorry blog. Forgive me? Aw. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bathtub time and recommend it to anyone who wants a way to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make it my New Years Resolution to post more often, however I do not make those so that does not help me. However, I shall say that "I will make the effort to try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall most likely post about my trip to Mexico in a separate post, but I wanted to at least mention it in this random update. Mexico = wicked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? Hold on tight because this is going to be one wild ride into the mind of Aimee and her random thoughts .... GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As fore mentioned - I went to Mexico for 10 days with my father in the middle of December. I got onto the plane in Canada when it was -38 and landed into a lovely 25. I rode horses into the ocean, climbed the highest pyramid in the Yucatan and was able to snorkel / go swimming in caves, cenotes and a lagoon. I also won a beer drinking contest - making my father very proud of me that night! Honest. I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas was good. I received a new camera (a canon - apparently like the one Mack has) which I have tested out and enjoy. I got to see my mother, sisters (and their sig. other), my nephew, my niece and finally all of my family in Preeceville. I love going to the farm, but this trip was not so grand as most of the family got sick;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly has been sick for almost two weeks now. For the first week he did not get off of the couch except to go to bed. I thought he was going to die, but he is now on the mend little by little ... step by step ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step By Step by the New Kids on the Block is a wonderful way to remember your childhood and since I have brought up boy bands I should also mention that the Backstreet Boys are back - alright! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am no longer single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is going really well but at the same time freakin' busy! It is almost insane how busy we are. In fact, we are going to hire someone to help us. Submit your resume to our HR department for consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a new sushi place in Fort McMurray - I forget the name - and I went with Jody the other night. It was alright. I might have to go a few times to see if it is the better of the two as I have heard mixed reviews about the place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=7020968"&gt;Play Oliver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No seriously - Play Oliver is one of my favourite things to listen to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like how my spell checker does not accept the Canadian spelling of words. Arg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still looking for a place to buy but the market is not good right now. Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a GPS system from my bosses at work and am looking forward to seeing what it can do and how well it can take me places.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It has been so long and I know there is so much to write about. However it is really late and I need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if I missed anything or you want to hear about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - my grammar is horrible. I know it. You know it. Shall we both just forget it? Perfect. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...] fuck these morals all to hell. They have never served me well and it's too late to play hard to get. You are a pressure crack. You are a rift in the ice and I'm going too fast. Staring into lights. I am not the sad heart. It's just typical guy talk. A false sense of stability [...] " - Snowblind by Play Oliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7078429803488952928?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7078429803488952928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7078429803488952928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7078429803488952928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7078429803488952928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2008/01/pressure-crack-rift-in-ice-you-are-risk.html' title='A pressure crack. A rift in the ice [...] You are a risk I took [...]'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/R4b-jN6-emI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TsM4_YODOXc/s72-c/Playing+Around+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-3119534665371082505</id><published>2007-11-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:21:10.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico here I come ...</title><content type='html'>Mexico! I am going to MEXICO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically I am going to the &lt;a href="http://www.rivieramaya.com/"&gt;Riviera Maya&lt;/a&gt;! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my excitement from wherever you are!?!? Can you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICKED AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha I am sorry but needless to say I am super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gone December 7th until the 15th. Oh yah baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-3119534665371082505?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/3119534665371082505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=3119534665371082505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3119534665371082505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3119534665371082505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/mexico-here-i-come.html' title='Mexico here I come ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-76613534747985073</id><published>2007-11-18T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:13:33.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny how things turn out ....</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-76613534747985073?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/76613534747985073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=76613534747985073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/76613534747985073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/76613534747985073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-funny-how-things-turn-out.html' title='It&apos;s funny how things turn out ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5519539839338599083</id><published>2007-11-12T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I looked like this ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RzlF-CCUKxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/87tBnCwlxnk/s1600-h/Self.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RzlF-CCUKxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/87tBnCwlxnk/s200/Self.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132210182366178066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5519539839338599083?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5519539839338599083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5519539839338599083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5519539839338599083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5519539839338599083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-i-looked-like-this.html' title='Yesterday I looked like this ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RzlF-CCUKxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/87tBnCwlxnk/s72-c/Self.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8665537075087222221</id><published>2007-11-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:43:13.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All we can do is keep breathing ....</title><content type='html'>It is a monday night and I am sitting in bed thinking of things that I could be putting on my blog. I have come to a realization that I blog about too little and more for the most part too late for me to remember the reason why I wanted to blog about a particular topic in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really disappointed in the film industry lately. I feel that they have let me down. These days all I see are trailers for really bad movies, bad movies or movies that have been done, done again and then done one more time just to make sure that it's completely dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this winter season brings with it a flame to help rekindle my desire for films. As of right now, there is no warmth and the coals are a dark black. However, there is hope that it can once again be ... if you know me my disappointment should be self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word from the doctors = good news (at least that's what I am working with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a different note, I am really into new groups / people for my musical taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=27632172"&gt;Schuyler Fisk&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=15863923"&gt;Priscilla Ahn&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=11436578"&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paramore"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://flyleafonline.com/media/officialvideos.php"&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/a&gt; (the acoustic stuff and minus the Christian underlying themes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do is go onto myspace and just start searching for random people to listen to. There are some very talented people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new groups that people suggest I check out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - the title of this post is from Keep Breathing by Ingrid Michaelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8665537075087222221?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8665537075087222221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8665537075087222221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8665537075087222221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8665537075087222221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-we-can-do-is-keep-breathing.html' title='All we can do is keep breathing ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1054305110951688648</id><published>2007-11-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:03:11.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was the last book you read?</title><content type='html'>In the electronic world that we live in, I wonder how many of us still manage to make time to read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book that you read?&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure or business?&lt;br /&gt;Would you recommend this book to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, how many do you manage to read a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I read on average 200 books a year. Give or take a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1054305110951688648?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1054305110951688648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1054305110951688648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1054305110951688648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1054305110951688648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-was-last-book-you-read.html' title='What was the last book you read?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4834526305971790190</id><published>2007-10-29T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:52:48.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Doctor ...</title><content type='html'>I have a doctors appointment for Friday. For those of you who know me and know my fear of doctors this means that I have been sick for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I am going to get some tests done and see what is going on inside of this body of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4834526305971790190?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4834526305971790190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4834526305971790190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4834526305971790190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4834526305971790190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-to-doctor.html' title='Going to the Doctor ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5825063097135283606</id><published>2007-10-24T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:56:33.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a snob?</title><content type='html'>So after much consideration, I took advice that my father (yes, my father) gave me and joined an online dating service. However, one major turn off for me in when someone uses incorrect grammar OR cannot type in proper (formal or informal) English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that in today's day and age there is a whole new computer language/lingo that has developed such as "u" instead of you,  or "r" instead of are. Nevertheless, when I read those types of profiles my body and mind shudder with distaste. It really just means "I am too lazy to type out the entire word". In my own defensive, I have talk to a few of these bad grammar profiles online and have tried to ignore my prejudice. However after a few times talking with the same fellow and always using proper grammar/spelling and even correcting the mistakes by rephrasing what they have typed, they still use the same type of internet vocabulary.  I hate it. It is a plague on the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Example One: It happened three (3) times in less than 4 minutes that they used the word "here" instead of "her". It is an simple spelling mistake and I can understand the odd spelling misstake ( I crack myself up. If you noticed why I crack myself up you earn 100 points.) However I reworded what they had typed and used "her" back all three times only to have it come back as "here" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am trained in the study of Anthropology. Yes, I realize that language changes and evolves over time and with influence from the world around it. However, all of these things does not change the face that my mind screams "wrong! so wrong!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad person? Does this make me seem like I am some sort of language snob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, using this form of the English language stems from lack of education and/or implies that we would not have many things in common nor would I be able to withstand an actual conversation without correcting them. I am known to do this. Secretly inside my head I do it all the time. I do this most commonly at work. Correcting people can be very social awkward and rude, which makes me hate to do it but it drives me insane to hear "'where yah too?" instead of "where are you?" or "To what place are you currently located?". This is more of a dialect issue, however it does stem from bad grammar. I understand that correcting people or wanting to drive a pen in my hand due to stopping myself from correcting people are bad things. Perhaps even a very bad things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eureka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a language snob. But really .... good grammar is hot! Is that so wrong to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am not ignorant to the errors that are in this blog. I am just too tired to proof read it before posting.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5825063097135283606?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5825063097135283606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5825063097135283606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5825063097135283606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5825063097135283606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-i-snob.html' title='Am I a snob?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-3115738826816949067</id><published>2007-10-24T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:09.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a bad day today at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only one person.&lt;br /&gt;I am only capable of doing so many things at one time.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a machine.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to snap at the next person who complains to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think about here ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rx_6sHle0vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ytAyXNze6tI/s1600-h/IM000328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rx_6sHle0vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ytAyXNze6tI/s200/IM000328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125090536828359410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I do not feel so bad and how I am going to plan on going somewhere with blue water, white sandy beach and nothing to do but sit in the sun and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to plan a trip for this winter with me?&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/15490500-3115738826816949067?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/3115738826816949067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=3115738826816949067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3115738826816949067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/3115738826816949067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rx_6sHle0vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ytAyXNze6tI/s72-c/IM000328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2272907996890303249</id><published>2007-10-23T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:47:40.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgotten ...</title><content type='html'>I just about forgot that I had this blog. There is no excuse for me not posting; expect death - that is a good reason. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you view things, I am still alive and must hang my head in shame for not posting for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I wanted to post about, so I am going to jump right into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I joined a curling team. I signed up as a single player and got called to join a team, however for the past two weeks the league has been canceled due to the fact that the ice is not ready. I am excited to get out and meet new people. Hopefully the ice will be ready next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am once again sick. It's just a stuffed up nose and sinus pain, but dang it all to pieces! all I wanted is to be healthy for more than one month. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Since I have been sick, I have not been able to go and see Michelle and her new baby Ethan Douglas Chellew. I feel like a horrible friend, but I know it's better that I stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am now 24 years old. Spa day was great. Although, I would not go back to that particular spa again as it was too ... lacking ... in the atmosphere that I was expecting. Furthermore one more thing that was lacking during the weekend was my view of reality. I obviously had an outlook on somethings that were just not correct, but a good thing is that it's been corrected. I got to meet Jenn a friend of mine from work that I had not met before which was awesome. Megan was my personal champion. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The film industry really disappointed me this past spring/summer. There was practically nothing that came out where I was EXTREMELY excited to see. There were a few "Oh I'd like to see that" but once again nothing that made me want to drive down to Edmonton to see. I hope that this winter the industry will redeem themselves in my eyes. Goodness, I even tried to rent a movie this past weekend and walked out of the rental place empty handed. That should never happen. Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally, since I am horrible at updating my blog I shall take suggestions for topics that I can post about. GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May the road rise up to meet you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2272907996890303249?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2272907996890303249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2272907996890303249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2272907996890303249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2272907996890303249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-forgotten.html' title='Almost forgotten ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6921989575447555394</id><published>2007-09-16T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:52:35.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* Update Of Sorts *</title><content type='html'>Alright I am going to try and update you on a few things that are going on in my life. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am looking for a place to buy and have a pre-approved mortgage;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn and Garrett had a lovely wedding and I was glad that Riva came along as my date because it would have been very uneventful without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine pushers are good for bringing you wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn is gone from work and I feel alright with all of the work except for the things that she did not tell me about before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Backstreet Boys have a new music video out called Inconsolable. Yes I am a loser and have watched it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still do not know what to do for my birthday, although the stripper clown has the most votes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's good enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a good picture to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6921989575447555394?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6921989575447555394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6921989575447555394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6921989575447555394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6921989575447555394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-of-sorts.html' title='* Update Of Sorts *'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1886234580278003550</id><published>2007-09-16T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:44:16.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little to no voice ...</title><content type='html'>is what I have been dealing with the for past little while. I woke up with no voice and it goes into the "man voice" by the time I get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I have to deal with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring* Aimee speaking.&lt;br /&gt;    Is Aimee there?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking.&lt;br /&gt;    No, Aimee Arsenault&lt;br /&gt;Speaking. I have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;    Wow, do you have a cold?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Can I help you with something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear the man voice was my motto for the first couple of days, but when Saturday came around and I had not only a man voice but a wicked cough, pain in my chest from breathing as well as a fever - I too was fearing my man voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick. I am whinning about it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1886234580278003550?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1886234580278003550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1886234580278003550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1886234580278003550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1886234580278003550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-to-no-voice.html' title='Little to no voice ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4959486931032963898</id><published>2007-08-21T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:51:38.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/x1JKVxiKoZc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/x1JKVxiKoZc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terra Naomi has become one of the people I love to listen too any time, any place and any method I can get my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15490500-4959486931032963898?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4959486931032963898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4959486931032963898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4959486931032963898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4959486931032963898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-sorry.html' title='Not Sorry'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6847117108423500445</id><published>2007-08-18T19:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simple enough question or perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in seeing the types of responses that I will get.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RseXrCUaEVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2xqqNAlPV6c/s1600-h/Hazel+Eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RseXrCUaEVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2xqqNAlPV6c/s200/Hazel+Eyes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100211868633010514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15490500-6847117108423500445?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6847117108423500445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6847117108423500445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6847117108423500445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6847117108423500445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-am-i-to-you.html' title='Who am I to you?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RseXrCUaEVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2xqqNAlPV6c/s72-c/Hazel+Eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8218924951009469635</id><published>2007-08-12T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:52:49.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation ReCap</title><content type='html'>Salutations! I am sitting on my compfy bed with my laptop and music playing thinking to myself that it would be a good time to blog about my vacation. Yes, that is right, I went on a week's vacation and once again back in Fort McMurray. I work tomorrow. Can you feel my excitement? It's in the air, somewhere but perhaps delayed due to the weather conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.townofpreeceville.ca/default.aspx?page=17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' @ the River&lt;/a&gt; was really good. &lt;a href="http://www.defaultonline.com/"&gt;Default&lt;/a&gt; was FANTASTICAL! They were wicked awesome live! In case I haven't told you this yet there are many good points about their set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was up front. No one blocking my view of the stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in the perfect place to take pictures (although my camera is crap).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I caught the pic at the end of their set - that's right! I got it! I got it! It's mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met them afer the show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a picture with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a signed CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Fuckin' rights I had a good time! It was such a good time I barely noticed that I had an ear ache and a screaming headache. However, I have managed to get my sickness down to a stuffed/runny nose now. Ha Ha isnt that always the case with me and being on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://www.nazarethdirect.co.uk/"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/a&gt; was there and preformed on Saturday night before Default.  You could tell the people who were there for them compared to Default. Nevertheless, their set was really good and although I thought it was a bit short it was totally understandable considering that Preeceville has a population of about 2500 (I am guessing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I got to see my family in Preeceville so that twas also a large reason why I wanted to head down that way during my vacation. My cousins are huge and remind me of how old I am getting. Crazy now time flys away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next stop was in Vancouver to see my father who has recently moved out there. It was great to see my father and his new digs which I have managed to kind of remember and find when we were out and about. I do tend to like cities that have their cities on a grid with easy to follow naming scheme unitl Vancouver were it is every tourist for themselves. Just go to the water! That was my father's advice if I got lost. I could always just following the water back to our condo. I was also "yachting" while I was there, and also my father calls it a vessel - to me it is a yacht. Tee hee hee it just sounds so much more snobbish. Don't you think? OH another great thing that I found in Vancouver was the BEST sushi resturant EVER! I have a picture with the name of the place and let me just say that the price was just the cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slave Lake was next on my list of places to visit while on vacation. T'was a long time since I got to see my mother so I wanted to spend some time with her. I was there for 3 days and it was good just to relax, do a little shopping and catch up with family. Andrea, Jason and the kids came Saturday so we got to have a real nice family gathering - which does not happen alot for us anymore - it is just too bad that Adele was not there and then we could have been all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be posting some pictures once I go through them and see which ones I look horrible in and which ones I can tolerate people viewing. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep this updated more than I have been - but do not hate me if I do not live up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did everyone else go for their vacation(s)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8218924951009469635?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8218924951009469635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8218924951009469635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8218924951009469635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8218924951009469635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-recap.html' title='Vacation ReCap'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7087184279302366426</id><published>2007-07-23T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:35:34.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Plans 2007</title><content type='html'>I have finally booked my vacation time for this summer. My plans are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd to August 6th - Preeceville, Sk&lt;br /&gt;August 6th to August 9th - Vancouver, BC&lt;br /&gt;August 9th to August 12th - Slave Lake, AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in those areas and want to meet up with me - just let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7087184279302366426?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7087184279302366426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7087184279302366426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7087184279302366426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7087184279302366426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-plans-2007.html' title='Vacation Plans 2007'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2960465138584106516</id><published>2007-07-05T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:09.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Paul!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Ro2lrOHooEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3PHxjp4yK34/s1600-h/M%C3%BCnster+in+Ulm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Ro2lrOHooEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3PHxjp4yK34/s200/M%C3%BCnster+in+Ulm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083901716314234946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?! Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my blog updated enough for you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2960465138584106516?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2960465138584106516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2960465138584106516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2960465138584106516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2960465138584106516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-paul.html' title='Happy Paul!??!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Ro2lrOHooEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3PHxjp4yK34/s72-c/M%C3%BCnster+in+Ulm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4322957137347863585</id><published>2007-06-14T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:09.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Eyed Monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnIc_2skQYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0qixnhXRyV8/s1600-h/four-eyed-monsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnIc_2skQYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0qixnhXRyV8/s200/four-eyed-monsters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076151613339746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across this film online called &lt;a href="http://foureyedmonsters.com/"&gt;Four Eyed Monsters&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was wonderful, fantastic, incredible and if you have an hour with nothing else to do - may I suggest that you go and watch &lt;a href="http://foureyedmonsters.com/watch/"&gt;Four Eyed Monsters.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even going to suggest that, if you are into indie films, that you take some time to watch it even if you have other things to do. Sometimes things are meant to be put off - like laundry and washing the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I decided to watch the film, however after the first few minutes I was drawn into the story. It is important to support aspiring artists in any of their genres so please visit this site of &lt;a href="http://www.spout.com/foureyedmonsters"&gt;spout.com&lt;/a&gt; as it is the least you can for watching their movie for free. I think that it is a novel idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the episodes are entertaining. I can see myself exploring more of the site in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4322957137347863585?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4322957137347863585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4322957137347863585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4322957137347863585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4322957137347863585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/06/four-eyed-monsters.html' title='Four Eyed Monsters'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnIc_2skQYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0qixnhXRyV8/s72-c/four-eyed-monsters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4349710026535705772</id><published>2007-06-13T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand notions lost in thoughts and rambles ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnB_Y2skQXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5LO42ar6Ecw/s1600-h/IM000932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnB_Y2skQXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5LO42ar6Ecw/s200/IM000932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075696845022577010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have these grand ideas about what to blog about when I get home. However, when I get home all of thse notions are no longer in my memory. I would love to be able to blog as much as I think about blogging, but the reality of the situation is that I have lost ... interest ... yes, that is the right word... in my blog for awhile. I am going to try and get it back. Key word is try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things that I would like point out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.woodbuffalo.ab.ca/residents/bylaw_services/municipal_bylaws.asp?subnav=1"&gt;Municipality of Wood Buffalo&lt;/a&gt; (where the hamlet of Fort McMurray is located) has passed the GOLD STANDARD of non smoking! September 1st shall be a fantastical day for those living in the Municipality of Wood Buffalo because it will be the start date of our new bylaw prohibiting smoking in any public place. I am very excited about this little change in the culture of Fort McMurray and take one deep breath for all the nonsmokers out there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha Schlutz is 16 and from Edmonton. I have been listening to her &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=57685035"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; page and I really enjoy a few of her songs. Check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technology has not been very friendly to me these past few days. I am not at all impressed with now much NACG decides to rely on technology. When it goes down we are left there with nothing to do but sit and complain how bad IT has been handling our situtation. They, down at our head office, have no idea what it is like up in the Fort McMurray region and I think that every single person at the head office should come up here for at least one week, visit all of the sites and have some sort of notion how things work up here instead of having their heads stuck in the clouds and their notions gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am tired all the time and do not feel my best lately. I hope that I am not getting sick. *knocks on wood*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How are things with the rest of you who still manage to read my ever not so reliable blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - the picture is taken in full Aunty Aimee style ... ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4349710026535705772?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4349710026535705772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4349710026535705772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4349710026535705772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4349710026535705772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/06/grand-notions-lost-in-thoughts-and.html' title='Grand notions lost in thoughts and rambles ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RnB_Y2skQXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5LO42ar6Ecw/s72-c/IM000932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2107267628652016313</id><published>2007-06-05T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new path in life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmZJZmskQWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/II6NIrWxXJA/s1600-h/IM000820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmZJZmskQWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/II6NIrWxXJA/s200/IM000820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072822734512472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the definition of insane, I have decided that I need to tread upon a new path in life.  Today, I have officially stated that I would remain with NACG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life course is charted. Wish me luck for I fear for a little while, I am going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2107267628652016313?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2107267628652016313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2107267628652016313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2107267628652016313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2107267628652016313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-path-in-life.html' title='A new path in life ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmZJZmskQWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/II6NIrWxXJA/s72-c/IM000820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5977202687173716288</id><published>2007-06-02T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:10.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wore my hair in a ponytail the majority of the time and therefore, I thought to myself - self, you're going to get a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did and this is what I now look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmI2K63vgKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/McA7rHUdab8/s1600-h/New+Hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmI2K63vgKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/McA7rHUdab8/s200/New+Hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071675691602247842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at work LOVED my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy LOVES my hair - thinks it makes me look '1930's style.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5977202687173716288?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5977202687173716288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5977202687173716288' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5977202687173716288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5977202687173716288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-hair.html' title='New Hair!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RmI2K63vgKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/McA7rHUdab8/s72-c/New+Hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4507134319276683019</id><published>2007-05-14T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:10.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update read all about it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RkkjmkDY25I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jt8pnYLxokY/s1600-h/IM000840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RkkjmkDY25I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jt8pnYLxokY/s200/IM000840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618401374722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"I have only drank THIS much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one of those updates where the content is unknown and flows from the tips of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "MASTERPLAN" for this past weekend worked out perfectly. I could not have planned my time any more remarkably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand New was wicked awesome! I really enjoyed the concert and they were worth the 5 hour drive to Edmonton. Megan and Mack thought that the last song was not as spectacular as I did. Oh well - I guess my boat floats on different water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's birthday was a lot of fun, but fun always needs to be paid for in some way shape or form and oooohhh donkey did I pay for it Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good for now. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4507134319276683019?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4507134319276683019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4507134319276683019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4507134319276683019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4507134319276683019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-update-read-all-about-it.html' title='Update Update read all about it!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RkkjmkDY25I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jt8pnYLxokY/s72-c/IM000840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4692868168521580593</id><published>2007-05-08T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:28:39.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I changed my relationship status on Facebook.</title><content type='html'>I want to be honest about my relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not single. I am a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is no spinster option on the drop down list, I decided not to list my relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone can relax - I am not seeing anyone. I have no boyfriend. I am still a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and once again - RELAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Spinster,&lt;br /&gt;Aimee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4692868168521580593?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4692868168521580593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4692868168521580593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4692868168521580593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4692868168521580593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-i-changed-my-relationship-status-on.html' title='Yes, I changed my relationship status on Facebook.'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1693517865666167332</id><published>2007-05-08T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:15:02.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell like chlorine ....</title><content type='html'>and I just cannot help but smell myself. I know for some of you, the smell of chlorine is not a pleasant experience, however for myself I do enjoy taking whiffs of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water workout is good. I like it. I enjoy it and it gets me out of the house. Sadly, it is Tuesday and Thursday and until my shows are finished on Thursday nights, I am only going to go on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Edmonton for Friday. The masterplan for the weekend goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave work around 1:30pm-2pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive to Edmonton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrive in Edmonton as the doors for the concert is open&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be engrossed at Brand New concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive to Plamondon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend day with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Around 4pm-5pm drive to Fort McMurray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my drink on for Wendy's Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up hungover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay in bed all day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I see now flaws in my masterplan. Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interesting in the May long weekend gongshow? Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  -  for people who have a higher title than myself at work, it really does not show in their lack of knowledge about the job. Wankers. I hate doing my job twice as hard because someone else did not do theirs properly. Wankers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1693517865666167332?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1693517865666167332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1693517865666167332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1693517865666167332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1693517865666167332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-smell-like-chlorine.html' title='I smell like chlorine ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6667735462794012725</id><published>2007-05-03T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:21:22.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog,</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten you and I am sorry for that. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; am, but you see there is this thing called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; that has taken up all of my time. It has become an addiction. An addiction that I am having a hard time breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive me for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6667735462794012725?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6667735462794012725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6667735462794012725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6667735462794012725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6667735462794012725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog,'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8718332030516233076</id><published>2007-04-16T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:48:56.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not ...</title><content type='html'>get accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe geweint. Ich weiss nicht. Was mache ich jetzt mit meinem Leben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist ein bisschen zu spaet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8718332030516233076?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8718332030516233076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8718332030516233076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8718332030516233076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8718332030516233076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-did-not.html' title='I did not ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8571150113938151536</id><published>2007-04-13T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:47:08.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to leave early from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to gas up with 106.9 at the pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I was on empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was to stay at my sister's in Plamondon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                        The house was locked. The car was gone. No one answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drove to the cabin since my sister was not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        My aunt and cousins were there. They did not make the suggestion that I stay                             there and             HINTED that I keep on driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first hotel that I found had no vacany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        The second hotel did - for a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking (excuse the language) horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                        *le sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8571150113938151536?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8571150113938151536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8571150113938151536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8571150113938151536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8571150113938151536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8278143783325356493</id><published>2007-04-10T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:50:41.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis been awhile ...</title><content type='html'>since I have last posted and really I just have not done anything special to post about. It is also a fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; has taken up much of my time lately. However, I find that being in bed at 830pm is a good time to make a quick post about the things that are going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they still allow me to get my wisdom teeth out if I am sick? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is having her birthday party this Saturday. I am making plans to attend the celebration, but am still wondering where I am going to lay my head that night. I am thinking I should let a German Man take me home; although being sick does not really help that mission. Damn sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Again. Bollocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen is in Edmonton all week so I am alone in my office. Today I had no ambition to do anything, but managed to cover the basics as well as random task from the over lord(s) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; (my bosses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting things photocopies = getting screwed in anyway but a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tedsey&lt;/span&gt; is seeing someone else. It saddens me. It really does. Wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of things to type ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;used book store&lt;br /&gt;forgotten&lt;br /&gt;act of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic&lt;br /&gt;speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ich&lt;/span&gt; bin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;einsam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8278143783325356493?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8278143783325356493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8278143783325356493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8278143783325356493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8278143783325356493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/04/tis-been-awhile.html' title='Tis been awhile ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8830581067548680269</id><published>2007-04-04T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:47:29.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I am addicted to ...</title><content type='html'>1. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading my new books&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching curling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have addictions as of late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan your addiction to Prison Break does not need to be mentioned because we all know you have a serious problem with that show. For example, denial about the plot development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8830581067548680269?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8830581067548680269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8830581067548680269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8830581067548680269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8830581067548680269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-that-i-am-addicted-to.html' title='Things that I am addicted to ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4425027666062523431</id><published>2007-03-19T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:11.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update of the Third Encounter ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been sitting at the screen trying to figure out what to write in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantastical&lt;/span&gt; post that this will eventually become. However, where is the starting point to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantastical&lt;/span&gt; post? How does one come across such start? Do you just spring upon it or does is it so obvious that it is staring me right in the face and I am too blind to see it? Too many questions and not enough answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you could ask any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; - to any person alive, dead, fact or fictional - what would the question be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the past two weeks, I have been on more dates that I have been on in years. Strange how that works. Perhaps it is because I have finally come to realize that I am worth dating and have something to offer someone else or perhaps it is the fact that I have come to realize that there is someone out there who might like me for who I am. Yes, a very odd thought is it not? In case you are wondering, neither turned out; not even in the slightest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is time to put together another master plan. Recently, I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about where I am going to live if I get accepted back into the U of A and with this line of thinking - I have been floating around the idea of buying a place instead of renting. It is time that I start to build some equity and join the real adult world in baby steps. Checking out what is available in Edmonton on my budget is a little scary. I would not keep a dog in some of these places, however there are a few that are worth a second or third look. This would of course mean I would have to get a load, neglect to tell them that I would no longer be with my current employer which as long as I make my payments should not be an issue. It is the down payment that has me doing math in my head and we all know how much I hate doing math. Although, if I buy a place with two bedrooms and rent the other room out, that could make it worth while for me instead of just renting a place. Le sigh - I just do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then there is the other side of the stick - what if I do not get accepted? Where shall I go? What shall I do? I shall be moving away from Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McMurray&lt;/span&gt; that is for sure, but as to where the next location will be is a mystery to me as it much as it is to you. Any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suggestions&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Work is insane with a certificate busy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This was the first Saint Patrick's Day in 6 years that I did not go out and celebrate. I have yet to decide how I feel about that. At least it meant one less body to figure out who was sleeping with you. Ha Ha that I am sorry to have missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright, so this post did not turn out as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fantastical&lt;/span&gt; as I had aspired to it be. I did try and make the effort and it is the effort that counts - they only say that when you do not achieve your goal. The effort does not count, because if you wanted it enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; you have put enough effort into the case to actually achieve the goal - just a thought. Too bad things do to work out like that in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UAMC&lt;/span&gt; is having their annual Spring Concert on March 31st - I shall be attending if things are OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Megan F is having her birthday celebrations on April 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - I shall be attending if someone lets me crash with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have not heard anything about my wisdom teeth appointment. Patiently waiting is only going to last so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am enjoying the new show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Black_Donnellys/"&gt; The Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Donelly's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Sometimes I think that I watch way too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I think that is enough for tonight. Take care and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://people.csail.mit.edu/paulfitz/spanish/script.html"&gt;Monty Pythons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This message has been brought to you by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Red &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Empresss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;telling you what to do, when to to it and how much to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rf9h53uTyzI/AAAAAAAAADs/YdchPscQTE4/s1600-h/IM000772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rf9h53uTyzI/AAAAAAAAADs/YdchPscQTE4/s200/IM000772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043857754516867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4425027666062523431?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4425027666062523431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4425027666062523431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4425027666062523431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4425027666062523431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-update-of-third-encounter.html' title='Random Update of the Third Encounter ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/Rf9h53uTyzI/AAAAAAAAADs/YdchPscQTE4/s72-c/IM000772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4580535953702376191</id><published>2007-03-15T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:34:46.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason I am going to snap and kill everyone around me ...</title><content type='html'>is that I cannot get in to get my wisdom teeth ot for at least a month. This means that I am in for some very INTENSE pain for the next while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very reason for my pain is that my bottom right wisdom tooth instead of coming in the normal way, is coming in at a 60% angle and pushing against my other teeth as well as being very close to the nerve. Friggin' fantastical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just leaves one question - who is going to help me hide the bodies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4580535953702376191?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4580535953702376191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4580535953702376191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4580535953702376191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4580535953702376191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/reason-i-am-going-to-snap-and-kill.html' title='The reason I am going to snap and kill everyone around me ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1120953859994185710</id><published>2007-03-12T20:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:11.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riva's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RfYGIJKDShI/AAAAAAAAADk/p7JNz-CpGyk/s1600-h/IM000753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RfYGIJKDShI/AAAAAAAAADk/p7JNz-CpGyk/s200/IM000753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041223569854646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a personal email request &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; me if I was going to attend Riva's birthday celebrations. How could I miss that? So I made plans to go down to Edmonton this past weekend. On a horrible note, I woke up on Saturday with a killer sore throat and a throbbing ear combined with a sore jaw - damned wisdom teeth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I stalked up on the necessary medications to get me through the day and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was uneventful and the weather was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; nice considering all of the bad luck that I have while traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some much needed time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; before heading out to Riva's apartment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; is moving to Calgary for a few months before leaving to Iceland for a few months. I miss her already. Paul - take care of my friend while she is in Calgary! Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; is going to be working as SM for the Juno Awards - how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Riva's with some much needed liquid medication. Ken is here - now, I forgot or was not aware that Ken Hoffman was back in Canada, so I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to see him at the door. We had a good chat and I must say that he is still buckets of fun! Megan came late, but she came and that made Riva and I happy. Mack did not come and that just reaffirmed what a git he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I had partook in a little bit too much liquid beverages throughout the night, because on Sunday morning not only was I sick but hungover as well. When I stopped for gas at the CO-OP in Boyle, the guy asked me how I was and when I responded "hungover", he laughed and said hope it was worth it. Naturally my response was "yes, yes it was". It was one of the worst and longest drives back home because my throat was so sore that I could not swallow, which meant that I could not intake any coffee, which meant that I was extremely tired. I shant be doing that until .... 3 weeks from now. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1120953859994185710?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1120953859994185710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1120953859994185710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1120953859994185710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1120953859994185710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/rivas-birthday-celebration_13.html' title='Riva&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RfYGIJKDShI/AAAAAAAAADk/p7JNz-CpGyk/s72-c/IM000753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4185136844002677535</id><published>2007-03-12T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:01:25.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riva's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>It all started with a personal email request &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; me if I was going to attend Riva's birthday celebrations. How could I miss that? So I made plans to go down to Edmonton this past weekend. On a horrible note, I woke up on Saturday with a killer sore throat and a throbbing ear combined with a sore jaw - damned wisdom teeth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I stalked up on the necessary medications to get me through the day and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was uneventful and the weather was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; nice considering all of the bad luck that I have while traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some much needed time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; before heading out to Riva's apartment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; is moving to Calgary for a few months before leaving to Iceland for a few months. I miss her already. Paul - take care of my friend while she is in Calgary! Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arndis&lt;/span&gt; is going to be working as SM for the Juno Awards - how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Riva's with some much needed liquid medication. Ken is here - now, I forgot or was not aware that Ken Hoffman was back in Canada, so I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to see him at the door. We had a good chat and I must say that he is still buckets of fun! Megan came late, but she came and that made Riva and I happy. Mack did not come and that just reaffirmed what a git he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I had partook in a little bit too much liquid beverages throughout the night, because on Sunday morning not only was I sick but hungover as well. When I stopped for gas at the CO-OP in Boyle, the guy asked me how I was and when I responded "hungover", he laughed and said hope it was worth it. Naturally my response was "yes, yes it was". It was one of the worst and longest drives back home because my throat was so sore that I could not swallow, which meant that I could not intake any coffee, which meant that I was extremely tired. I shant be doing that until .... 3 weeks from now. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4185136844002677535?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4185136844002677535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4185136844002677535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4185136844002677535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4185136844002677535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/rivas-birthday-celebration.html' title='Riva&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5036502189780841643</id><published>2007-03-07T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:58:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true ....</title><content type='html'>Very fine looking. Excellent humour. Good work ethic. Speaks 2 languages. Travels. Has girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my source says has girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drinking EXTRA this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5036502189780841643?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5036502189780841643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5036502189780841643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5036502189780841643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5036502189780841643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2702835965836418913</id><published>2007-03-05T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:20:45.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheewittchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Tk90u0yT8dw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Tk90u0yT8dw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is awesome!&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/15490500-2702835965836418913?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2702835965836418913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2702835965836418913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2702835965836418913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2702835965836418913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/scheewittchen.html' title='Scheewittchen'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4669634783093219943</id><published>2007-03-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:57:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Pity</title><content type='html'>I never saw a wild thing&lt;br /&gt;sorry for itself.&lt;br /&gt;A small bird will drop frozen from a bough&lt;br /&gt;without ever having felt sorry for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence"&gt;D.H Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep and I was going to come here and list all the reasons why I cannot; but then I remember this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems more fitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4669634783093219943?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4669634783093219943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4669634783093219943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4669634783093219943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4669634783093219943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/03/self-pity.html' title='Self Pity'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7983748930150288593</id><published>2007-02-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:50:13.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis been awhile ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since I have posted. After I promised to make regular posts, I go ahead and forget about my blog. What type of blogger am I? Apparently not a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to do a sort of update list for those of you curious about what I have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I applied and my future is now in the hands of the Registrar Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally found brown boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook is horribly addicting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly is coming back tonight/tomorrow after being away for over a fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arndis was in town this weekend - we had a movie night, lunch with the prego Michelle and then went out on Saturday night;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remembered how much I like tequila, but did not drink a lot of it because I a saving my one DRUNK night for Megan's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa is not coming to 30 Seconds to Mars anymore : ( Is there anyone else who is still interested?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been working a lot of OT this past while, and I am in need of a good massage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excellent movies to look out for: El Laberinto del Fauno aka &lt;a href="http://www.panslabyrinth.com/"&gt; Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.warnervideo.com/greenstreethooligans/"&gt;Green Street Hooligans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it is better to have no expectations in people, that way it does not hurt so much when they do the things that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new shoes (not the boots) gave me 4 blisters - two happen to be on the same toe; talk about pain, but they are now worn in and soooo pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am sure there are more things to write about. However at this point in time, I do not know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardigans.com/?sid=lyrics&amp;id=265"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you really think / that love is gonna save the world / well, i don't think so / do you really think / that love is gonna save your soul / well i sure hope so / i really hope so / but i don't think so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7983748930150288593?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7983748930150288593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7983748930150288593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7983748930150288593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7983748930150288593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-been-awhile.html' title='&apos;Tis been awhile ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8468815399330763133</id><published>2007-02-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:43:46.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independence leaves a message</title><content type='html'>I have done many things myself during my lifetime. I would have to say that I am a very independent person. However, lately I have begun to think that I spend perhaps a little bit too much time myself and in the company of no one else by me, myself and I. Although, myself is rather entertaining and I can carry a very intelligent conversation; me thinks that myself and I need to branch out and discover something new. This is a just a random post about the woes of living where I live and doing what I do or do not do on a daily basis that one of the things that made me laugh out loud, so loud that they heard me down the hallway, was this message I received on my voicemail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, this is *John Smith (not real name) I am calling in order to book my D and A testing. Please call me back at *555-555-55OH SHIT!What is my number!?! *Jane! *Jane! What is my number?! ....*silence*....Hurry up I am leaving her a message with my .... *voicemail cuts off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person never did call back with the rest of his number or who he was supposed to be working for. It was funny. I laughed. I almost cried. I listened to it again for another laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson of the day: How to leave a proper voicemail message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt; after the tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;State your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; - remember to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enunciate&lt;/span&gt; (articulate) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; you are calling (enunciate) - leave detailed message means - help me help you; if you leave more information that means I have a better understanding as to why you are calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; where you can be reached &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLOW&lt;/span&gt; enough for people to understand and write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello - this is Aimee Arsenault. I have been secretly watching you for the past few months from outside of your bedroom window. It has become a sort of addiction, now do not take that word in a negative sense, because what I feel for you is nothing but pure, true and bright just like how my flashlight shines on your face while you're sleeping. The reason why I am calling is to finally let you know of my desire for an actual relationship with you. Please call me back - at (insert number here) or look behind you because I am standing right there ....*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so that perhaps is not the best message to leave, but I covered all of the basis. I left my name, the reason why I was calling and not only one, but two methods to get a hold of me. In fact, I have no idea where that came from. I blame the Fresca and PD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD is to blame for everything. Especially for being the reason why the Flames lost tonight's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here is a better message to leave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, this is Aimee and I am calling to let you know how disappointed I am in you for always saying how much of a die hard fan you are and yet you are the person who leaves the stadium before the game is even over causing your team to lose. I am disappointed in you and there is nothing you can do, besides streaking the next game, in order to make it up to me. If you want to call me and talk about your disgrace my number is (insert phone number here). Wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done for today. Hope you all enjoyed this lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8468815399330763133?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8468815399330763133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8468815399330763133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8468815399330763133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8468815399330763133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/02/miss-independence-leaves-message.html' title='Miss Independence leaves a message'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7013970975312784139</id><published>2007-01-26T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:13:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Cirle Dot Dot</title><content type='html'>This is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;Jamie Kennedy and Stu Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-tkqpHnxTI"&gt;"Circle Circle Dot Dot" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' Up&lt;br /&gt;Directed by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Blunty3000"&gt;Nate Burr&lt;/a&gt; (Blunty3000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7013970975312784139?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7013970975312784139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7013970975312784139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7013970975312784139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7013970975312784139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/circle-cirle-dot-dot.html' title='Circle Cirle Dot Dot'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5711264267360299221</id><published>2007-01-24T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:34:56.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent is coming!</title><content type='html'>That is right - Kent is coming to Fort McMurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How excited am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5711264267360299221?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5711264267360299221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5711264267360299221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5711264267360299221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5711264267360299221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/kent-is-coming.html' title='Kent is coming!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6681379080357759968</id><published>2007-01-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:11.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RbBT-16VHlI/AAAAAAAAADM/qjMB7Z4cK48/s1600-h/23rd+BDAy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RbBT-16VHlI/AAAAAAAAADM/qjMB7Z4cK48/s200/23rd+BDAy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021605923606830674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture at the Turkish Resturant that I went to for my 22nd birthday while I was in Germany. I miss Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; - look me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no need to rush because Mack already took my wall virginity. HaHa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6681379080357759968?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6681379080357759968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6681379080357759968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6681379080357759968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6681379080357759968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RbBT-16VHlI/AAAAAAAAADM/qjMB7Z4cK48/s72-c/23rd+BDAy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7599908345588832132</id><published>2007-01-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:50:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that I think too much ....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think to myself - self why are you doing the thing that you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I have some idea. Well in fact, I have a habit of thinking about something and then thinking about it some more before I actually make a decision to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I find myself thinking ... what if I am making the wrong choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making the wrong choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7599908345588832132?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7599908345588832132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7599908345588832132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7599908345588832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7599908345588832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-that-i-think-too-much.html' title='I think that I think too much ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4649261291531259826</id><published>2007-01-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:11.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more comments?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaXIP16VHkI/AAAAAAAAADA/nxJrDW8S0GA/s1600-h/IM000457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaXIP16VHkI/AAAAAAAAADA/nxJrDW8S0GA/s200/IM000457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018637534269611586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'is been awhile since people have made comments on my blog and I am starting to wonder ... where did all of my avid readers go? Did I not entertain you like before? Have I left you wanting with something and therefore you have gone in search of it somewhere else? If that is the case, I think that you should at least give me a chance to reclaim your readership and I propose that you give me a post subject that would have you sitting on the edge of your seat to read about. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4649261291531259826?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4649261291531259826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4649261291531259826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4649261291531259826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4649261291531259826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-comments.html' title='No more comments?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaXIP16VHkI/AAAAAAAAADA/nxJrDW8S0GA/s72-c/IM000457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-433800508433341964</id><published>2007-01-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Roast 2006 - No Pig Included</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRHfop2vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BvmuzzY8RpI/s1600-h/Beef.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRHfop2vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BvmuzzY8RpI/s200/Beef.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018214493612064082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, so now that I finally have a computer which I am able to upload pictures, I am finally getting around to posting pictures that I took forever and a day ago. These are taken from our Annual Pig Roast which was started by a group of highschool friends wanting to stay together after graduation. Who am I kidding - we just wanted to roast a pig! Ha Ha&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/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRD8op2vSI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ha6HnkMlOVg/s1600-h/Allison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRD8op2vSI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ha6HnkMlOVg/s200/Allison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018210593781759266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was at the begining of the night - spilled drink or uncontrollable bladder? It is a spilled drink which makes it even more hilarious! I shant say who this is, but for the most part do you even need to guess? Ha Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRDgYp2vQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mktMBM7rAd0/s1600-h/Mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRDgYp2vQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mktMBM7rAd0/s200/Mike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018210108450454786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hosted at Mike's house - althought I still wonder why he felt it was necessary to show us what was in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRDgop2vRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nnjl5LI9asg/s1600-h/John.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRDgop2vRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nnjl5LI9asg/s200/John.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018210112745422098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tradition is tradition. Turn that crank! Perhaps next year we shall year we shall have that motor all figured out! At the same time, that is half the fun and all of the bonding time! Go roast crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRF8Ip2vUI/AAAAAAAAABw/t1nZyCnnf-M/s1600-h/Dan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRF8Ip2vUI/AAAAAAAAABw/t1nZyCnnf-M/s200/Dan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018212784215080258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dan went into the house dressed as a normal person and came out like this ... for no reason any of us could figure out. Interesting what drinking will do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we are finding our own paths in life, I generally try and make the effort of attending this event in order to see old friends. This year was a little different as there were many people who I did not know and some people who were there without knowing what we were gathering for. Oh well, the roasting crew were outside in the rain and wet just like always and I needed a good 4 shampoos so that my hair did not smell like smoke. Good times. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-433800508433341964?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/433800508433341964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=433800508433341964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/433800508433341964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/433800508433341964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/pig-roast-2006-no-pig-included.html' title='Pig Roast 2006 - No Pig Included'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RaRHfop2vVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BvmuzzY8RpI/s72-c/Beef.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-503660462356330997</id><published>2007-01-04T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures! Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZ306Ip2vLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JjphlGQJc-g/s1600-h/IM000616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZ306Ip2vLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JjphlGQJc-g/s200/IM000616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016434839553227954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered something about my new laptop when I got home from work today - I can insert my digital camera card and it will read the card! I was so excited because this is the first time that I am able to put my pictures on a computer that has internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my pictures - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aimeenicolearsenault/sets/72157594460383947/"&gt;Northern Ireland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aimeenicolearsenault/sets/72157594460386139/"&gt;Southern Ireland&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aimeenicolearsenault/sets/72157594460388881/"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is not from the trip - anyone care to guess where it was taken? HA HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-503660462356330997?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/503660462356330997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=503660462356330997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/503660462356330997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/503660462356330997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures! Pictures!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZ306Ip2vLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JjphlGQJc-g/s72-c/IM000616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6962714869353500577</id><published>2007-01-03T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:59:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new man ....</title><content type='html'>Ian and I have been together for over a year now. I have kept it secret because I was not sure how people would take this sort of relationship. Alright - so I am taller than he is. Is it really that big of a deal? I do not think so but whenever we went out together people would stop and stare at us. Perhaps that is why it has been this long for me to declare my undying love for this man. I am tired of keeping it a secret and want to express my feelings to everyone who cares to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picutures of us together on the first day that we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZygC7j0bPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KggCqtQCFh8/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZygC7j0bPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KggCqtQCFh8/s200/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016060057192000754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in a toy store and from that moment on we have been together every since. I feel that it is time I can tell the rest of you about him and also know that you will except us together as a couple. He does not talk a lot, but he was exactly what I am looking for. I think that we will be together for many yes to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for wedding plans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6962714869353500577?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6962714869353500577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6962714869353500577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6962714869353500577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6962714869353500577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-man.html' title='My new man ....'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/RZygC7j0bPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KggCqtQCFh8/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4186104934228868778</id><published>2007-01-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:41:14.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my day ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is good to feel wanted ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call dibs on seeing you cause i didn't get to last time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider your dibs noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4186104934228868778?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4186104934228868778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4186104934228868778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4186104934228868778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4186104934228868778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-my-day.html' title='Making my day ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5285358854923197257</id><published>2007-01-02T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:05:15.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged ...</title><content type='html'>... by &lt;a href="http://http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2006/12/24/146831.aspx"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; which means I HAVE to do it ... in no particular order - here are 5 Things Most People Do Not Know About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 5 siblings - Andrea, Dale, Clayton, Adele and Logan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a fear of singing by myself in front of an audience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a receding molar. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love children, but have real doubts about becoming a mother. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I own over 1500 books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am supposed to tagged 5 people, but I really do not know who to tag and who would actually keep this going. Regardless, I am going give it a tray. Those next to be tagged are &lt;a href="http://elizabethwendy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://princesstuborg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kkawecki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=1174928660"&gt;Sanna&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://arndisbildfell.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Arndis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone has learned something about me that you did not know before. What would you have put for me that you think not to many people know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5285358854923197257?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5285358854923197257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5285358854923197257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5285358854923197257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5285358854923197257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8936633757308345881</id><published>2007-01-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:55:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved ...</title><content type='html'>Kelly and I have moved into our new place. It is smaller than our old place, but it is still very nice. The owners upstairs will not be living here for another month or two so that is nice, but we tried the stereo system out and went into their space to see how loud we can have our system before they can hear it. As it turns out, we can have our music fairly loud before they can even slightly hear us. Excellent.  So far there are no real complaints about the place except for the fact that I cannot figure out for the life of me how to hook up the wireless network.  Right now I just have the cable plugged into my laptop. I will figure it out ... or ... or .... or.... well you would not want to know what I will do if I cannot figure this out. Arg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8936633757308345881?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8936633757308345881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8936633757308345881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8936633757308345881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8936633757308345881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8328683715938241401</id><published>2007-01-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:49:21.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that smell?!</title><content type='html'>There is this smell and I was not sure where it was coming from until I took a whiff of myself. Damn, that smell is coming from me because I am spoiled rotten. Christmas was good this year in more than one way. Let me recap the ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent time with my family which was nice for this time of year. Last year I was in Germany and it was my first Christmas away so needless to say I was glad to spend the holiday with them. Damon and Jordyn are cute kids and I am not saying that just because I am their Auntie. I am sure those of you who have seen pictures or have met them will contest to their cuteness. Andrea held Christmas at her house this year, so we all traveled down to Plamondon in order to partake in some good ol' home cookin. Her nickname is not Martha Stewart for nothing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rock at charades!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am writing on my new laptop. That's right - I got a laptop for Christmas. Am I spoiled or what? Oh and I got the new watch that I have wanted for a long time. I have showered many times yet the spoiled smell just will not go away. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a new winter coat because after cleaning out the basement of my mother's house in Slave Lake I was still unable to find my winter coats. There is no longer a reward in place for my winter coats as I have given up all hopes of ever finding them again and simply have moved on. It is beautiful. It is lovely on me. But most of all, I got $80 off of the price. I do love a bargin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that everyone else had a wonderful Christmas and New Years! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to post about my New Years Eve. Michelle and Matt were having people over and I was invited. We played cards and a board game called Elfenland. I had a blast. I love to play boardgames. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8328683715938241401?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8328683715938241401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8328683715938241401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8328683715938241401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8328683715938241401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-that-smell.html' title='What is that smell?!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7425819964361268500</id><published>2006-12-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:04:15.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday well wishes ... where I shall be</title><content type='html'>In contradiction to my last post, I am going to extend a warm and friendly seasons greetings to everyone reading my blog. Seasons Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after finishing the important shopping (Damon, Jordyn and my secret Santa at work), I am now able to put the rest of my shopping off until the New Year. Yesterday it was said that I am a Procrastinator to the last R. Naturally, I concured with that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do not have to be back at work until the 2nd of Janurary - I am not sure what to do with myself with a whole week off. Suggestions are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be in Plamondon for Christmas and Boxing Day but as for my plans on the 27th - 1st. No clue. If you need to get ahold of me the best bet is to call or email (although calling will get an instant response while email may take 3 to 4 business days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7425819964361268500?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7425819964361268500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7425819964361268500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7425819964361268500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7425819964361268500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-well-wishes-where-i-shall-be.html' title='Holiday well wishes ... where I shall be'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5923055546179507259</id><published>2006-12-19T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:57:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrouge ...</title><content type='html'>I have not started my Christmas shopping. There are only 4 days left until I go to Plamondon for a few days to celebrate Christmas with my family. Why have I left it so late? I hate the thought of having to spend more than 5 mins in close quaters with other people doing their Christmas shopping. The amount of people crammed into stores during the holidays makes me want to ... to ... well you know what I mean. It puts me in an all together bad mood. Christmas cheer for me is none exisant this year and I doubt that I shall feel anyone until I get to visit my neice and nephew. As an adult, this holiday just does not hold the same sentimental feeligns as it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion - Bah Humbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5923055546179507259?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5923055546179507259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5923055546179507259' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5923055546179507259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5923055546179507259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/12/scrouge.html' title='Scrouge ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-4079737719166487131</id><published>2006-12-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:43:00.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I rely on my personality for birth control" - Liz Winston</title><content type='html'>Since I am unable to come up with one theme for this post, I have decided that it is going to be a jumble of thoughts put into one post. Really - is that any different than any of my other posts? Ha Ha At least I am honest about it in my start instead of drawing you into a post thinking you're going to read about one thing but in the end get something all together different. How do the rest of you decide what to post about? Mack probably has a list of things and makes notes etc but for the rest of us less serious bloggers - what makes you want to post what you post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - Congratulations go out to MF! One day I will get a number like yours ... one day ... one day I am going to have a pony and a prince charming or perhaps a stable man ( because I would not want to go to jail if it was a stable boy ;) Hmm that is an interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone think of "one day (fill in blank here)" because I would like to know your future aspirations. I shall start - One day I am going to be able to speak 4 languages fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot - it was NACG's Christmas Party this past friday. I went. I was hot. I was slapped on the ass more than once. Thank you fellow employee's for reminding me why I do not go out to the bars in Fort McMurray. The Sawridge Hotel puts on a great venue and I have never once had an issue with their meal selection. Except they had lots of seafood items on Friday which does not go well for the allergy in me, but goes well with the amount of "eastern canadian" people who work for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find a wallet for myself. Finally! It has been at least a year since I have found one that I really like. It did cost more than I wanted, but at the same time I have waited long enough to find one. Damn long enough!If you're lucky, you may get to see it. Anyone want to go out for dinner or drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-4079737719166487131?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/4079737719166487131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=4079737719166487131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4079737719166487131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/4079737719166487131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-rely-on-my-personality-for-birth.html' title='&quot;I rely on my personality for birth control&quot; - Liz Winston'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-7261543029293483033</id><published>2006-12-07T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:23:03.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting thoughts happen when you're drunk ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is obvious from the title that these are going to be random thoughts happennig because I partook in the drinking of an entire bottle of wine tonight. Needless to say, I shall be buying this wine again. Dont ask me what it is because right now I am not sure and the bottle is to far away for me to check. I am not getting out of my seat until I am darn ready to get up. That's right. I am not getting up until I want to and that will be until I finish this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it hard to type when all of my thoughts are concentrated on one subject. Does anyone else get like that? I am focused on _______ and it's been like that for awhile now. I've done it again. It's happened again. I am going to hate myself again. Why? Because I just dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan - I am so trying to get it done but it just is not working out ... just like always. Oh and remember I am the big "W" which I am starting to think is a life long label. Ha ha Remember when I tried to do the V at Melisssa's wedding but I had to much to drink to even form the finger V? Ha Ha Good times. Where are those pictures by the by?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to really dislike the office politics that are happening at work. I try really hard not to get involved with the caddy, gosiping women at work, but at the same time it's hard to ignore. I was just about to say somethign today to someone, but with held. I am not "noisey", I just like to know what is going on. Asking someone where they are going for vacation is not noisey ... BITCH! This is not the first time that I have been called this nor will it be the last. However, I find that ever since I switced departments I am no longer included in their little click. I used to be able to hover on the border; to come and go as I please. But now I feel like a complete outcast whenever I even try to say hello to them anymore. Stupid. It's just stupid. Whatever I shall stay in my little sphere, do my job and try not to get involved with their pettiness. Arg, at the same time if I get pissed off one more time I am going to make a comment that would let her know that I know what type of person she really is. That's right! Plus I didnt even seek this information out; it was givent to me with no prompting on my first day back to work. I wish she would push me over the ledge so I could say something to her ... but at the same time I am not the type of person. I do not want to become that type of person. So I shall take her bullshit and the rest of their bullshit and keep my mouth quite because I would not want disrupt their little world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, let me get back to more important things to discuss. Well, not really important, but at the same time more important than work. Did you know that it has been just about 3 months since I have been back in Canada? Crazy isnt it? Who would have thought that at the age of 23 I would have a University degree and lived abroad for one year? It was always a goal in my life and I am glad to say that I accomplished them. Now it is the task of trying to find new goals to reach. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Someone messaged me from one of the many websites that I left feelers out on in regards to people who spoke german living in Fort McMurray. I may have someone to speak germa with. Very exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is my Christmas outfit taken at my place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-7261543029293483033?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/7261543029293483033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=7261543029293483033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7261543029293483033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/7261543029293483033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/12/interesting-thoughts-happen-when-youre.html' title='Interesting thoughts happen when you&apos;re drunk ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8116833502398724332</id><published>2006-12-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:29:37.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>Greetings and salutations to everyone still checking into my blog! If this is your first time; hold onto your seat because you are in for a whirl wind of exciting combined lame and mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cut my hair. It's short and layered. It needed to be done because it had been over a year since my last hair cut. It is now at my shoulders. I went to Plamondon to get my hair cut and it was only 30 dollars which is extrememly cheap in comparison to prices in "bigger" cities. I like it. Andrea really liked it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Typing of Andrea - oh my goodness is she on a mission. Her mission - get Aimee a man. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea, Destiney and I went to the Pellican in Plamondon on saturday night. I got drunk and sang karaoke, Dont Speak by No Doubt. I rocked it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas work party is coming up on friday and I am going to look awesome! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that is about it. Did I miss anything? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8116833502398724332?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8116833502398724332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8116833502398724332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8116833502398724332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8116833502398724332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1339252441615473538</id><published>2006-11-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:00:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Right or Mr Right Now?</title><content type='html'>An interesting point was brought up tonight by Megan - "sometimes mr right now is better than waiting for mr right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it? I have always been set in my way saying that I am going to wait for Mr Right but Megan makes an interesting point. Is it better to have a Mr. Right Now instead of waiting for Mr. Right to come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really know, but there is this feeling starting to become more present and after reading a book, I thought to myself am I really as happy as I tell everyone or am I just rather content with where I am in my life? I am leaning more towards content than happy. I think that it is time to assess what I want from life, what it is that is that I want to acheive. I work better when I have goal in mind; which is something that I find I am lacking lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have this sense of "confusion" with their life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talknig with someone today and said that I wanted something more. Now, the mission is to figure out what that something more is and obtain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1339252441615473538?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1339252441615473538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1339252441615473538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1339252441615473538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1339252441615473538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-right-or-mr-right-now.html' title='Mr Right or Mr Right Now?'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-946464666576797865</id><published>2006-11-29T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:36:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy of my nose ring</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for attending this small and brief gathering to celebrate the life of Nose Ring. It was created on Oct 19th, 2004 in celebration of my GPA. It had been a long wait to acheive such a piercing, however as I walked through the doors and laid down on the table I knew that deep down it was the right thing to do. We had good times together, but for the past while they were mostly bad. Nose Ring was not happy up in Fort McMurray and even though it was cleaned regular and looked after it was not a happy camper. On November 23rd 2006, Nose Ring left me during the night leaving nothing behind but a small mark upon my body of where it used to be. The holes are gone now leaving me with an empty feeling and a sense of loss. I miss you Nose Ring and will think about upon you with good memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-946464666576797865?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/946464666576797865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=946464666576797865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/946464666576797865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/946464666576797865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/11/eulogy-of-my-nose-ring.html' title='Eulogy of my nose ring'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-2645282617856446920</id><published>2006-11-26T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:21:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I'll be just another regret ...</title><content type='html'>It is odd to see how life develops as situations change and expand to circumstances unforseen. I have to admit that I did not see myself sitting here on the couch on a saturday night typing into my blog at the ripe ol' age of 23 about where I am in life. Now do not start with the oh, but you are only 23 and have your whole life ahead of you. Screw that. What about all of the wasted years that have already gone by? What if I have missed that dramaticaly life changing moment and another one shall never cross my path?  What if there are too many what if's in life? What if ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here thinking about many things that have happened to me and around me lately, and I am trying to grasp a handle on them and their importance on my every day life. What type of person am I and/or what type of person shall I become tomorrow, monday, next week, next month, next year ...  you get the meaning ... but in the end, what is it that I shall become? What shall be the things that define me as a person? What define me now as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some questions are better off left unanswered because I doubt that I would want to know the answer to the previous questions. For some reason, I am trying to determine if what I have wanted for as long as I can remember is the actual thing that I want. Is it? I do not know and that is something that I am trying really hard to deal with. Am I doing what people expect of me because it has been so ingrained in my mind to do just that or am I wanting to do this because I want to do it. Once again, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the point of this post is just to ramble about my life and the place that I am in right now. Which is ... I do not know.  In the grand scheme of things, where do I fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we break things down? Yes, I think we shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who cares about breaking down things. I sure don't. That my fine readers is the whole point - I do not know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strange what happens when you log on with no subject in mind and just let your fingers fly over the keys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-2645282617856446920?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/2645282617856446920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=2645282617856446920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2645282617856446920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/2645282617856446920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-day-ill-be-just-another-regret.html' title='One day I&apos;ll be just another regret ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6624142841402298964</id><published>2006-11-13T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:21:21.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happened again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that is right. It's happened again - my neck is friggin sore. If I knew what as happening I would change it. The way I sleep, the number of pillows, the messed up way I contort my body during sleep. Alright, the last one I may have less control over but there has got to be something. This time, I must have slept really funny because I went to bed just fine and the next time I knew I had this sharp stabbing pain on my right side of my neck when I rolled over to shut the alarm clock off. This is the second time I have had this nasty strain of my neck. The last time it lasted just over two days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Any suggestions? I had a heat pack on it this morning which did not do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6624142841402298964?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6624142841402298964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6624142841402298964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6624142841402298964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6624142841402298964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-happened-again.html' title='It&apos;s happened again ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-5425574945079000663</id><published>2006-11-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:14:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall take you through some of my thoughts as the come. They are in no particular order except that order that they are placed in my mind. Good luck trying to figure that system out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I took Friday off so that I could go down and spend some time with my neice and nephew. They are much good and cute kids. My sister and brother-in-law are very luckey parents. I could just eat those kids up; they are so cute! Jordyn cannot help herself but dance when music is turned on. She shakes all over and goes from one leg to another. It is priceless. She must have also learned a new move from my sister (HaHa) because she sits her bum in the air and waves it around. It is so funny! Damon is becoming a little man who can speak french. I try to get him to say things to be, but he is still shy. Perhaps I shall have to came in and learn french so that I can speak with him or only speak German with him and Jordyn so that they will be able to speak 3 languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of languages - I was thinking of taking a language class during the winter time. They do not provide a german class, however they do have spanish and french. I was thinking more along the lines of Spanish. That way, I have a better reason to travel to South America instead of just "I want a vacation" it can be more "I need to devolop my language skills". Just an idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work is going well. Jen and I are going to be sharing an office most likely by the end of the day. I have yet to decide if this is going to be good or bad. Both of our phones ring on a regular basis and with us being in the same offfice we shall have 2 phone ringing all the time plus our cell phones. I am hear the ringing in my head already. Ha Ha. I do like my job which makes it good. My new desk is kind of "meh" not spectacular and a little on the small side, but I shant complain because in my way of thinking there is less room for things to sit on my desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have bought tickets to see Evanescence in concert this Janurary! I am so excited! Melissa and a few of her friends shall be going with me. It shall be a wicked awesome time. Hell - I am even taking off two days of work for this concert so it better be a rip-roaring time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dixie Chicks were FANTASTICAL! They put on a wicked awesome show. Kristin starts to giggle and looks behind us saying "look at all the people behind us!" because we were really really close! There was no need to look at the screens because we could just plain watch them! So worth the ticket price. So worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the topic of so worth it - the spa was very wonderful. We got to wear robes; even though mine was bordering on the side of undecent at times, it still made the experience that much more. The facial was amazing and I got a very nice pale color on my finger nails. My toe nails on the other hand are a different story. Kristin asked me what color I was going to go with and I said "hooker red" as a joke, but as I was getting the color put on that I selected I turned to Kristin and said "this is more along the lines of Madam *whipping noise* than a hooker red" Ha Ha. Regardless, they look hot and we both looked hot for the concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have to move. Yup, we got our notice last week saying that we have to move because the owners got a transfer and want to see the house. Great. Fantastic. ARG! Just when I was starting to like this place we have to go and move. We have looked at one place that is available for next month. It seems alright. Same price that we are paying for this one except I would not have an on suite bathroom, however internet access comes included. Shall see what else is out there tomrorow in the paper. Do a little shopping around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The roads are really icey and it is going to take a lot of my patience away trying to drive in this city. People are mornons when it comes to driving. On a plus side, they finally have the overpass lane finished so the traffic getting into downtown from the north side of the city should not be as bad as before. I shall have to wait and see for my final judgement when I need to get downtown during rush hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damon had his birthday party today. I was not able to attend as I did not want to travel on the highway. The roads are bad and I also do not beleive that with 23 kids at his party he would have any time for Aunty Aimee. He is super cute and I miss him and Jordyn to pieces! I seen them two days last week and after my year away, I think that I am doing pretty good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that is all for now. Send me a message if you want me to post about anything particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh - that think that I said is over and would never happen is ... I think starting up again in a different manner. It is all confusing and interesting and definately not going anywhere like before. We shall see ... or perhaps not. This is one time that I shall mention it. Get it off of my chest for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho - for those of you still reading - good on yah! Ha Ha Have a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-5425574945079000663?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/5425574945079000663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=5425574945079000663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5425574945079000663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/5425574945079000663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/11/sporadic-rambles.html' title='Sporadic Rambles'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-6943401916276555524</id><published>2006-10-24T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:03:18.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late to apologize... it's too late</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that instead of individually posting about I shall just have one randomly thrown together post about things that have been going on in my life. Are you ready? Hang on because we are off ... BANG ... *voice on speaker* mission abort. report. mission abort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Abort seems to my saying on the day, week and perhaps even month. It makes me laugh and it can be said with many different tones adding to it's hilarity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday evening I went and seen &lt;a href="www.imdb.com/title/tt0406816/"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt; with my dad. I really enjoyed this movie. Yes, it is true that Ashton has some pretty corney lines in it, however he makes up for it in a wet T-shirt for a good portion of the movie. Kevin Costner - I would have his babies if he looked in my direction. I dont care what the rest of you say about him. I love him and have for many, many years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday I went to see Treasure Island at Keyano with Arndis who was in town for the week. It was ... not up the standard of acting that I have come to enjoy during my time in Edmonton. There were a few really good actors, but the main character was horrible and therefore decreased my enjoyment level right from the opening line. It did not start out good when Arndis and I both burst out lauging right after his opening monologue. Laren Thomas was the Stage Manager. She graduated with Arndis and lived with her for awhile, so it was good to see her when we went out to BP's after the show. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday night, after the movie with Dad, I went out with Arndis and Michelle for drinks at BP's with a side of brownie. We seen our highschool math teacher, Mr. Canette (sp?) there and he came over after spotting us looking at him for a few minutes of catch up chatting. After we enjoyed our cake, Arndis and I took Michelle home and then the two of us went to Diesel. Arndis wanted to go out and we thought it give it another chance after my birthday. It was DEAD. I mean DEAD. Practically no one was there and after a few dances and a drink we decided to go, but at the door the bouncer asked why we were leaving and promplty told him the music sucked. He told the DJ to change the music and we stayed for another hour dancing until 2am. Good night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention a funny story which happened on Friday night. So Arndis stayed at my place that night and borrowed a pair of mine PJ's. As we were doing to girl chat, I started to laugh and say that "at least someone got into my pants tonight" Ha Ha which Arndis then added - and your shirt and your bed. Ha Ha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dixie Chicks concert is coming up soon and I am excited to attend not only the concert, but the spa day which shall hopefully be planned and booked this week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone remember Matthew George from highschool or university? Well he shall be our new field engineer next week. I thought I recognized the name on paper but when I had to call him it was the voice that made me really remember him. It's the Fort McMurray black tarsands ... always trying to suck you back in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="WWW.ONEREPUBLIC.NET"&gt;One Republic&lt;/a&gt; - I am listeing to them ALOT at work as well as &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ronnieday"&gt;Roonie Day&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=13152708"&gt;Secondhand Seranade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you think that someone has changed and realized that life is better when you grow up and join reality with the majority of the population. I guess not. I am not mad or angry or anything like that but rather just dissappointed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that is all for now ... over and out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-6943401916276555524?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/6943401916276555524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=6943401916276555524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6943401916276555524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/6943401916276555524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-too-late-to-apologize-its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late to apologize... it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8089594756178456109</id><published>2006-10-24T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:34:24.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon - the movie is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.eragonmovie.com/"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt; is the first &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eragon-Inheritance-Book-Christopher-Paolini/dp/0375826688"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; in the InheritanceTriology written by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Paolini"&gt;Christopher Paolini&lt;/a&gt;. I loved the book(s) and am super super SUPER excited to see that a movie is coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to beleive the notion that when a novel is transfered into film it will draw people to the back to the original novel if they enjoyed the movie; children and adults alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even make a trip down to Edmonton to see this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8089594756178456109?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8089594756178456109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8089594756178456109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8089594756178456109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8089594756178456109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/eragon-movie-is-coming.html' title='Eragon - the movie is coming!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-1685294512115701440</id><published>2006-10-19T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:12:32.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that was just odd...</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamt of being attacked and mauled by a fawn. That's right I dreamt that I was being attacked by a fawn. A FAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how someone would analyze that dream ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say on the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-1685294512115701440?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/1685294512115701440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=1685294512115701440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1685294512115701440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/1685294512115701440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-was-just-odd.html' title='that was just odd...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-8227247976903337289</id><published>2006-10-17T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:07:49.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My neck hurts ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must have been dreaming of something extreme last night because I woke up this morning and can barely move my neck from side to side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-8227247976903337289?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/8227247976903337289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=8227247976903337289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8227247976903337289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/8227247976903337289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-neck-hurts.html' title='My neck hurts ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-116087843983022706</id><published>2006-10-14T19:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:00:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have the best friends ever! Let me list the ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michelle was the first one the rsvp as well as the fact that he brought an icecream cake to my party, which is kind of a tradition for me to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Janine called me to wish me a Happy Birthday from Edmonton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new friend, Thomas, showed up for some cake in his OJ mobile. I say new friend because we never really did anything while in UAMC together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Megan and Wendy called me to wish me a Happy Birthday while deciding what movie they were going to go to in Edmonton ... or were the?! The dog starts to bark and I see people going to the front door. WTF!?! Is that Wendy ... and Megan! THOSE WANKERS! I run outside to see that Megan, Wendy, Lisa and Trevor all showed up to surprise me for my birthday. Megan and Wendy had planned to come up for a week or so and they did not even tell me! They even emailed Sheila who works with me to get directions to my house! Needless to say I was utterly shocked and surprised and it just made me realize what great friends that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They came out on the dance floor even though they did not want to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wendy gave us the entertainment of the night by getting picked up by a 5’2ft French guy with a tucked in sweater who barely spoke any English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the night included the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting ice-cream cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting surprised by Megan, Wendy, Lisa and Trevor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting to visit with my friends on my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting to see the original OJ vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting free shots of tequila at Diesel because it was my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting to see Wendy picked up by French guy with tucked in sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting to watch a guy shit his pants, or at least that was his facial expression, at cowboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting to see a grown man in a Tigger outfit holdng his tail between his legs pretending it was a huge penis and making these really erotic facial expressions while dancing. It was to say the least hilarious. Not to leave out mention of his friend who was dressed up in a monkey suit like the ones worn by the BloodHound Gang in that movie ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listening to the voice mail that Familie Kimpel left on my cellphone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think that I remembered most of it, but if I remember anything else I shall let you know. Hope everyone else enjoyed their Friday the 13th! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-116087843983022706?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/116087843983022706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=116087843983022706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116087843983022706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116087843983022706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-best-friends-ever-let-me-list_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-116074961181796065</id><published>2006-10-13T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:00:36.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born October 13th 1983 in Fort McMurray Alberta Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joyous occasion for my parents. I was a very cute and cuddly baby, who if taken off of her mother would start to scream and cry. I had a nice head of hair and was a “pleasantly plump” baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born the younger sister of Andrea, Dale and Clayton and would become the older sister to Adele and Logan. I am now also the Aunt to Damon and Jordyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a special note – today is Friday. Friday the 13th! I love the fact that my birthday is on a wicked awesome day such as Friday the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go out and have a drink for me tonight&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-116074961181796065?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/116074961181796065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=116074961181796065' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116074961181796065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116074961181796065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-116067082190761510</id><published>2006-10-12T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:00:36.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Plans</title><content type='html'>I sent out an email this morning about my birthday plans. If you did not get it, I apologize just drop me a line and I shall let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall be gathering at my place around 9pm for some pre-drinks and snacks. Than going out to the bar around 10pm. Right now I think we shall be starting out at Diesel (thickwood by safeway) and see where we want to go from there. So far I am going alone. WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-116067082190761510?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/116067082190761510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=116067082190761510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116067082190761510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116067082190761510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-plans.html' title='Birthday Plans'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15490500.post-116057577226651357</id><published>2006-10-11T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:00:36.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting development ...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday - I was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - perhaps I will also be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is likely that I shall be misbehaving a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15490500-116057577226651357?l=aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/feeds/116057577226651357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15490500&amp;postID=116057577226651357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116057577226651357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15490500/posts/default/116057577226651357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeenicolearsenault.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-development.html' title='interesting development ...'/><author><name>Aimee Arsenault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12825648341667660888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htRBDevzaaA/SQknJviPDKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udrCG_6g29Y/S220/IMG_0687.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
