tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66462169661456322742009-07-07T12:04:46.234-07:00Best of What's AroundThe Official Blog of Heather N. DavisHeather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-46580261492197022462009-06-25T21:17:00.000-07:002009-06-25T21:27:08.313-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkRMRcBnwuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/91_n7xWDucI/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkRMRcBnwuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/91_n7xWDucI/s320/jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351486119687471842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">From the middle school dance recitals (both "Thriller" and "Bad")....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to the 10th grade History 2 month research project on his personal life...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and the countless hours watching music videos....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">there is no denying that I loved Michael Jackson.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Truly a legend, and amazing performer!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-4658026149219702246?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-24893153821385604992009-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:002009-06-24T19:16:33.098-07:00Since some have asked to see...<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLW4g0nkXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/r0ZcQJdtoN4/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351075573641220466" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">Meet SteepleChase apt #324. This is how I lived for a week and a half. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">My mono would not allow me to do any work. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLXNJ_dvYI/AAAAAAAAAog/3-HLwyaQfQE/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351075928289951106" /><div style="text-align: center;">...it was pretty bad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLZal5EDMI/AAAAAAAAApw/zNlShysyV84/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078358140849346" /><div style="text-align: center;">After!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLZaau5c3I/AAAAAAAAApo/mIXt36P62bg/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078355145421682" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">Biggest closet I've ever had. It's not even that big, haha. But I love it.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLZaILzI1I/AAAAAAAAApg/SoXPLu3pYOg/s320/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078350166369106" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLZZlXUL5I/AAAAAAAAApY/twFsdMKEtgs/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078340819431314" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLcMdueNrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yIK822IXa5g/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081413965657778" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SkLZbJW6kFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Y80wDoouOmI/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078367661297746" /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy to be healthy again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-2489315382138560499?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-8069504357180517212009-06-03T15:38:00.000-07:002009-06-03T16:21:20.158-07:00Oh What A Night<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Maybe I spoke too soon listing off all my “firsts” in a moment of joy. Last night provided a new experience that tested a lot of the girl within me. While I’ve been under the weather for quite some time now, I thought little of it until last week the doctor confirmed I had been afflicted with Mononucleosis, aka “mono.” (at 23 years old?!) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s been a whirlwind of a time trying to feel well enough to get back to work and move into my new apartment. Yesterday I was up the majority of the day and felt proud for making some progress. My dear hometeachers moved practically everything from my house to the new apartment, as I’ve been directed to not lift anything heavy for the next month. And later on that evening my dear boyfriend Marshall was moving the rest of the heavy stuff when I had an overwhelming heat flash. After sitting down and drinking as much as I could,  when I felt my face and neck I knew my temperature was on the incline. Marshall immediately put me in bed and cranked up the AC as he took my temp: 102.5. I took both my prescriptions, and lied down with a cold compress over my forehead. Marshall told me that I just needed to sleep, and that he needed to go soon. I flooded into tears and begged him to stay with me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">How could I possibly be left alone in this condition? </span>Is there anything worse than being by yourself when you're sick?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "> </span>I knew he had to go though- and within minutes his roommate was there to take him home. Marshall turned off all my lights, locked my door, and there I was- alone. Somehow this wasn’t quite what I had envisioned. As I lay in the middle of my room on a bare mattress with a high fever and boxes and boxes of my belongings surrounding me- I thought to myself- <i>My Life Has Never Been A Bigger Mess. </i><span style="font-style:normal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The prescriptions must have counteracted one another, because I was anything but “drowsy”- as I had been promised. I was however, dizzy, extremely dizzy and a little out of it. Over and over I kept reassuring myself that noises = normal, and </span><i>that click you heard is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">not</span> someone trying to break in, the sixth sense is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">not</span> a real sense and you don't have it, and yes-that box <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">was</span> there an hour ago. </i><span style="font-style:normal">Then the lightening and thunder storm started. Scared me to death!  I curled up in the middle of that bare mattress, a blanket on top of me, afraid of literally everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Funny how I was supposedly making this  independent life stride- I hadn't felt that child-like in years.  </span>I dozed in and out of sleep all night- awaking to everything from an aching throat, to cold, heat, the storm, hunger, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>As I write this post at 6:27 AM, I feel extremely grateful for morning. That night was horrible. H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E. But I think sometimes we have to have a horrible night. Horrible nights makes us appreciate all the normal nights. And they make us realize that we’re ok, that we’re tough, and can make it through. That being said… I really hope that was the worst it will get and it’s all uphill from here! I also need to get my cable hooked up....and find a dog to call my own. That will help too. </span><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-806950435718051721?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-83832714474035689292009-05-24T09:45:00.000-07:002009-05-24T10:08:08.590-07:00A time for firstThis past week marked my one year in Texas. I've been thinking about everything that's happened since that first night Allison and I drove in at 2 AM to Leslie and Ryan's apartment complex. I feel like I don't even know that girl sometimes when I realize how many "firsts" have happened here. First time truly, truly living away from home (that was probably overdue), first time getting a real job and starting a career. First time making some real money. First time sticking to a regular workout (thanks a million, jillian). First time having a boyfriend that I truly trust and love. First time buying a car on my own. . I guess all these "firsts" have prepared me for what's around the corner. This Friday I sign a 13 month contract to live at <a href="https://creststeeplechase.prospectportal.com/Apartments/module/default/">SteepleChase Apartments</a>. While I've debated with myself hundreds of times back and forth if this is really the right thing to do, I've come to the conclusion that at this point, I couldn't -and wouldn't- have it any other way. <div><br /></div><div>My friend <a href="http://www.davematthewsgirl.blogspot.com/">Meg</a> and I were talking the other day and I was telling her that I really do believe in The Secret. I used to daydream as a little girl how fun it would be to grow up, get a job, and live in my own apartment. Is this weird? I've realized I have always wanted to do this. People have been pointing out the downfalls- loneliness....unsafe.....impractical..... but when it all comes down to it, it's what's best for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>, and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> I couldn't be more excited! So here's to starting a second year of living in this wonderful land, and living it up on my own! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-8383271447403568929?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-40697062343149633892009-04-13T19:39:00.000-07:002009-04-14T18:09:05.989-07:00Six-month Sabbatical<div>I've been so out of the loop these past months, but I *finally* got my Mac back, and my camera is back in my life too, so here's some very over-due pics of your favorite remote Texan blogger. Enjoy. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">OCTOBER </span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP4tfQSSKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3sFu7l6RdHI/s320/CIMG5812-753621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372644849666210" /><div style="text-align: center;">Halloween: My all-time favorite holiday. This was one of my best Halloween's ever. I wore three different costumes that day, got to hang out with my home girls (London, Maddie and Les) and went to a crazy ward party. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">NOVEMBER</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP4t2FeFKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Rk2ZKaIa9tM/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372650978317474" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marshall shows me the ropes downtown and introduces me to this lovely man, Leslee</div><div style="text-align: center;">-aka- the Queen of Austin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">THANKSGIVING TIME</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP4t39VnYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/FXNh2BrIcBo/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372651481079170" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meka. I lived with this girl for 5 months and had a blast with her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She taught me how to cook dinner and I taught her how to appreciate the Office. Fair trade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">EARLY DECEMBER</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP4uEABKVI/AAAAAAAAAng/Pr53qnwsn1M/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372654713547090" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also have a job. I really have enjoyed working at Park Valley Inn. Here we are at Christmas making holiday crafts. Sometimes I really underestimate how much work goes into a project, but overall I'm learning a lot and really love the experiences I've been having.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MID-DECEMBER</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP5qiJJeSI/AAAAAAAAAno/Nm5vTtb6nmw/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324373693597055266" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmastime. An "Elf" spaghetti/syrup/candy dinner = Grossest/best meal of the season.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">CHRISTMAS EVENING</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP5qmcFXvI/AAAAAAAAAnw/guD2m1xaufU/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324373694750220018" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jocelyn learns to ride Marshall's bullet bike. JK- but she looked cool on it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">NEW YEARS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP5rAAwzVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uAUw6zlOMnI/s320/CIMG6115-727221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324373701614947666" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The family takes canoes out at Zilker park. This was in January, look at that beautiful weather for crying out loud! Teaching the grandchildren young to love canoeing, you know that's a priority to us Davis' (Davises? I have never learned how to pluralize my last name correctly) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">JANUARY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP5rRWb-LI/AAAAAAAAAoA/StTe0u_gKuA/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324373706269259954" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a pic of Marshall overlooking Austin. I really like this picture of him for some reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">VALENTINE'S DAY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeP5rRaj3WI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zISHP4KcTW4/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324373706286554466" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For Valentine's day, since I don't have children of my own, I splurged on my nieces and bought them balloon basket n' bear bouquets. The next few weeks, every time they saw me they asked if I had more presents for them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lol. Could these girls be any sweeter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">EARLY SPRING- MARCH</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SeUhSKO2jLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mlfp9Rduo_M/s320/n1420428585_30291805_7287657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324698730303491250" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marshall took me to SXSW which, after being confused for weeks by the billboards, stands for South By Southwest- HUGE concert series expanded over 3 days. We saw Fastball and Explosions in the Sky and there was a huge fireworks show at the very end of it overlooking the river. We loved it!! (even if we were slightly high from surrounding potheads)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-4069706234314963389?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-92195450939479428292009-01-12T08:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T09:14:45.665-08:00Another Year, Another MoveFact: I have moved 12 times in the past 5 1/2 years.<br />Next month makes 13. This time I'm really ready for it though. I'm moving in with two close friends from the ward in a nice, new, clean, adorable house.<br />A lady from work gave me a lot of her old furniture including a flat screen TV and a queen sized bed, for $50! LUCKY BREAK, right?<br /><br />I'm hoping this year will see as many positive changes as the last one did. I hope to build on that and always keep challenging myself. A few things I hope to really accomplish this year are to run a marathon, finish my college scrapbook, get a dog, and start going back to school (ugh, i know). Also, getting my laptop back. That has proven to be a real challenge, as I haven't seen it since Thanksgiving. WTH.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-9219545093947942829?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-20871271221678347662009-01-02T13:14:00.000-08:002009-01-02T13:34:45.096-08:00Gifts of the Season<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Favorite Present Given:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810028246693298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SV6FtcCd9bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Czdp9vgjMYw/s320/00008368-308865_400.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="center">Favorite Present Received: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286810583859360658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SV6GNx22c5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/j1euLb-0qIQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /><br /></p>What could be better than these gifts! I've always wanted to give someone a Dwight Schrute Bobblehead, and finally I found the perfect candidate worthy of me forking over the moolah for it. BF. He, in turn, got me the office trivia game (and a puppy!...stuffed puppy). Currently, we read through a few dozen trivia cards every day so that we'll kick trash once we have our tournament with our ward buddies. Don't tell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-2087127122167834766?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-81821687602165960512008-12-31T07:46:00.000-08:002008-12-31T08:11:45.692-08:00After much anticipation- last night I finally got to see Marley &amp; Me. I was so excited when I saw the preview for this movie, as it has been one of my favorite books the past few years. What I did <strong>not</strong> anticipate was how many tears would be shed. I miss my dogs, a lot. To the point where I cry over them. A lot. Is this weird? <div><br /><div>After the movie we (me and bf) went to the pet store to look at puppies (started crying <em>again</em>) Conclusion: My body doesn't want babies, all it needs is a dog. I'm going through withdrawals. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/savvee_beagle_dachshund_mix_19.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-8182168760216596051?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-59095556332056143362008-12-23T10:49:00.000-08:002008-12-23T11:03:57.887-08:00Jack's Mannequin: <span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span><br /><br />You Gotta <span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span> for your life<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span> for the music<br />That saves you<br />When you're not so sure you'll survive<br />You gotta <span style="color:#000099;">swim</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span> when it hurts<br />The whole world is watching<br />You haven't come this far<br />To fall off the earth<br />The current will pull you<br />Away from your love<br />Just keep your head above<br /><br />I found a tidal wave<br />Begging to tear down the dawn<br />Memories like bullets<br />They fire at me from a gun<br />Cracking the armor yeah<br />I <span style="color:#000099;">swim</span> for brighter days<br />Despite the absence of sun<br />Choking on salt water<br />I'm not giving in,<br />I <span style="color:#000099;">swim </span><br /><br />You gotta <span style="color:#000099;">swim </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span> in the dark<br />There's no shame in drifting<br />Feel the tide shifting away from the spark<br />Yeah you gotta <span style="color:#000099;">swim</span><br />Don't let yourself sink<br />Just find the horizon<br />I promise you it's not as far as you think<br />The currents will drag us away from our love<br />Just keep your head above<br />Just keep your head above<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim </span><br />Just keep your head above<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim, swim</span><br />Just keep your head above<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Swim</span><br /><br /><br />Well Said, Andrew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-5909555633205614336?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-16994271616353959062008-12-19T08:22:00.000-08:002008-12-19T09:07:22.346-08:00This ChristmasThis Christmas is:<br /><br />1st time away from the Davis Home since birth.<br />Family coming to Austin!<br />1 entire week off work.<br />Losing traditions.<br />Starting new ones.<br />Spending lots of time with the boyfriend.<br />Running, running, running.<br />"Elf" Party complete with a spaghetti + syrup + candy dinner<br />Lord of the Rings Party<br />Trail of Lights at Zilker Park<br />75 degree weather<br />Shopping at the Outlets with the girls.<br />Missing the dogs.<br />Missing old friends.<br />Loving new friends.<br />Taking the family around the city.<br />Catching up with siblings and parents.<br />Missing Allison and Spencer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-1699427161635395906?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-56164100865522687972008-12-13T09:21:00.000-08:002008-12-13T09:35:46.601-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SUPyQDfgFLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mx6uPF1hnH0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279329545837614258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SUPyQDfgFLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mx6uPF1hnH0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Mark my words, I will never cut my hair again.</div><br /><div>Heather Nicole Davis-- You do not like short hair. Nor do you look good with short hair. </div><br /><div><strong>Stop cutting it</strong>. </div><br /><div>This is the third time in my life I've done this. Ok it's really not short--a little above my shoulders. But I feel naked and not cute. Long hair is what I like, and long hair is what I will stick with from here on out.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-5616410086552268797?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-8244307075156866982008-12-12T08:34:00.000-08:002008-12-12T09:23:52.510-08:00What's Up Readers?I know this sounds dramatic, but I love when I find a song that changes my life. One of my favorite artists is Andrew McMahon of Something Corporate and now Jack's Mannequin. I just bought his new album and have literally listened to track 10 "Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby)" hundreds and hundreds of times. I highly recommend this album, (his swearing has decreased dramatically) and specifically this song. It is so beautiful--do you ever feel like a song belongs to you?<br /><br />I'm training for a marathon. No, not a sissy half-mar. The Real Deal Peeps. This is something I have wanted to do since High School, and I finally realized if you can't run 26.2 miles when you're 23 years old, when do you expect to be able to? Training takes a lot of time. I repeat a <strong>lot</strong> of time, but it's worth every minute. Meg Stephanie Blair Radiviginchi will be joining me (in a matching outfit mind you) for Race Day here in Austin in 2 months.<br />Am I nervous? YES.<br />Do I freak out about my shin splints on a daily basis? YES. But actually not as much anymore--I have found hope in a bottle titled "Tiger Balm." --Walgreens, BUY IT if you understand my pains.<br />Am I excited? YES!<br /><br />After a two month panic of a missing camera (never trust a boy with your camera), it has been returned to the safety of my purse. I will update pictures as soon as I get my Mac back from the repair shop (should I be worried that I haven't heard from them in 3 weeks).<br /><br />Do not comment, after all I don't comment on yours anymore, although I still do read your blogs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-824430707515686698?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-8543316277292242142008-09-21T18:38:00.000-07:002008-09-21T18:58:45.588-07:00Schlitterbahn<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SNb5GcOLfLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/B0mFcxQ_JOA/s320/NB_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248656304797088946" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Be careful pronouncing this word. (schLitterbahn)</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the best waterpark in the world...seriously.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A bunch of my friends and I went Saturday, and even though it was way crowded, it was such a fun day. The best part was being talked into doing the "skycoaster." AHHHHH. Me and two of my friends strapped into a sling and raised to the top of a 300 foot launch tower and then dropped-- swinging back and forth above the waterpark.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SNb5oW8fVRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/x-vcrYiZr_g/s320/SkyCoaster.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248656887496267026" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Loved it! If you're ever in Austin, I will take you to this waterpark and make you do it with me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. I miss all of you. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-854331627729224214?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-91345163853219364412008-09-16T16:36:00.001-07:002008-09-16T16:45:36.143-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.utahbirds.org/counties/utahco/BridalVeilFallsJB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.utahbirds.org/counties/utahco/BridalVeilFallsJB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greetings anyone who still reads this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do not panic. Hurricane Ike did not sweep me away--</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have not had the internet for 3 weeks except at work where I can't access blogs. </div><div style="text-align: center;">....I do not like this situation.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the meantime...today in Austin the weather cooled down a bit. Summer is officially over,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and that means Fall is on its way. But it's not the same! There is something very heart-warming about autumn in Provo. The canyon, the mountains, the trees, everything. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. I'm officially employed--have my own office, no residents yet but hopefully soon, the building is waiting for he safety code to pass still (it failed once already) I'll post pics soon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a little crazy trying to figure everything out but I really love my new job! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-9134516385321936441?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-34530454518529677242008-08-14T21:56:00.000-07:002008-08-14T22:07:49.655-07:00Happy Birthday Riss!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SKUOtk-EiXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pEBIZ2ezS8k/s1600-h/DSCN0093.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SKUOtk-EiXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pEBIZ2ezS8k/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234606318068992370" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SKUOtw29noI/AAAAAAAAAck/i1-ywjzdjFM/s320/DSCN0189_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234606321260404354" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Marissa--You are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">smart</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">funny</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">talented</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">beautiful</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. What more could I want in a friend. <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I hope you had a great birthday! I love you!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-3453045451852967724?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-3832368379858961212008-08-10T16:06:00.000-07:002008-08-10T16:15:15.258-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJ91QX8ED3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/NxK_YFWyBcI/s1600-h/usa+executive+job+meeting.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJ91QX8ED3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/NxK_YFWyBcI/s320/usa+executive+job+meeting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233030216192102258" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On Friday morning I was told that I got the job! Thanks for all the interviewing tips, they paid off. The interview went really well, I was extremely impressed with the building--it's brand new, and beautiful. I will be the recreation therapist at the Park Valley Inn Care Center starting September 15. What's great about this job is that the administrator of the building used to be a rec. therapist so I'll have someone to turn to with all my questions. There is a lot to learn, but I'm really excited about it! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-383236837985896121?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-8370800496288993812008-08-06T16:52:00.001-07:002008-08-06T19:25:24.516-07:00For Real<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJo6KU7tQUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pB7wnR83kSE/s1600-h/19-job-interview.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJo6KU7tQUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pB7wnR83kSE/s320/19-job-interview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231557866236494146" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Up until this point in my life, I've never had to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">seriously</span> interview for a job. I'm used to meeting with the owner/boss, sitting down for a few minutes, handing them a resume and answering a few questions. No big deal. Well, before even processing what was going on, I scheduled an interview for an activities director position at a brand new long-term care facility in Round Rock, Texas. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I might be nervous, or that I should probably prepare for this until today at work, a few too many people overheard that I had an interview coming up and next thing I know I'm sitting in the center of 3 of the administrators answering my best to their sly and creative questions I may be asked tomorrow such as... "What is something you would bring to this facility and this company that no one else could?" umm........ Now I'm starting to feel a little more like the guy in the picture! This may sound silly but the drive home I turned off the radio and practiced answering these possible questions as professionally and prompt as possible. I must say, interviewing is not my forte, simply because I haven't had much experience with it. The fact of the matter is though--I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">am</span> well cut out for this job. I've been in the industry over 5 years, have a broad range of experience, and know how to handle this population well. Now, learning to "sell" all of this efficiently in 10-15 minutes....any last minute advice?<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-837080049628899381?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-45000496140412223382008-08-01T09:28:00.000-07:002008-08-01T09:40:32.444-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJM5zpD_G9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KuVZxpAd8Rs/s1600-h/295540.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJM5zpD_G9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KuVZxpAd8Rs/s320/295540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229587151665961938" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So here has been my problem this summer: it is really really hot and humid here, and I'm not allowed to wear any open-toed shoes at work. I won't give you all the details but it has not been a pretty combination. The other day I found this product--Just Feet foot spray by Sally Hansen. I was a little skeptical but bought it anyway. IT WORKS. I spray it in my shoes and on my feet in the morning and it completely saves me--my feet stay so much more dry and do not smell at the end of the day. If you know what I'm talking about, go buy this product!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-4500049614041222338?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-69250145332434554922008-07-30T19:53:00.000-07:002008-07-30T20:24:13.936-07:00100 YearsToday my favorite resident at Gracy Woods II turned <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">100</span></span> years old. Can you imagine what that would be like to live that long? I was in charge of throwing her a huge surprise party, complete with 100 balloons, 3 cakes that spelled out 1 0 0, and almost 100 guests! It turned out so well.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SJEtnkgiXvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NSf6TwuH8Po/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010800192151282" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Edna Hollaway on her 100th Birthday</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is an idea of what America was like in the year 1908:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>The average life expectancy was 47 years. (well she certainly exceeded that)<br /></li><li>Only 14% of the homes had a bathtub<br /></li><li>Only 8% of homes had a telephone<br /></li><li>There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.<br /></li><li>The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.<br /></li><li>The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower<br /></li><li>The average wage was 22 cents per hour<br /></li><li>More than 95% of all births took place in the home<br /></li><li>90% of all doctors had no college education. They attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard" (um, ok..)<br /></li><li>Most women only washed their hair once a month (I would have fit right in)<br /></li><li>The American flag had 45 stars: Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.<br /></li><li>The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was only 30!<br /></li><li>There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.<br /></li><li>Two out of every 10 adults could not read or write<br /></li><li>Only 6% of all Americans had graduated from high school<br /></li><li>Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores.<br /></li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>It makes you wonder what "crazy" things people will say 100 years from now about today--I'm strongly betting there will be a different fuel source by then, maybe someone will have cured cancer or at least come close, perhaps marijuana will become legal again, who knows! I hope that if I live to be 100 I'm as great of a person as Edna Hollaway is. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-6925014533243455492?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-44905396504914064482008-07-26T19:26:00.003-07:002008-07-26T19:33:41.382-07:00sorry for all the youtube links these days. or if you don't appreciate animal humor-- but i L-O-L every time i watch this. The mom is so funny.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-4490539650491406448?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-82674554893916669232008-07-26T14:43:00.000-07:002008-07-26T14:48:01.450-07:00Why Yes-- I could very well live here.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIubWFB2DGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AcwYMFyX--s/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIubWFB2DGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AcwYMFyX--s/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227442596102933602" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIubWhryKPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/A11EpNuftj8/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIubWhryKPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/A11EpNuftj8/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227442603795032306" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet my future home! I may need a new profession in order to buy it. but details schmetails.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-8267455489391666923?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-34030315841065132152008-07-19T22:00:00.000-07:002008-07-20T22:42:33.988-07:00You might need to sit down for this<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SILHhIdv0_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/A40oUfFI4cw/s1600-h/KAW+Tie-Dye+closeup.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SILHhIdv0_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/A40oUfFI4cw/s320/KAW+Tie-Dye+closeup.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224957889725060082" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, on Friday I contributed my part in the State Capital's Motto. One of the weirder moments of my life took place, and while I initially wasn't going to tell a soul what has happened, I now choose to share it with the world. Over the past several weeks, I've gotten to be pretty good friends with one of the staff members at work. He's one of the head administrators and shares an office with my boss so we've gotten to know each other pretty well. When I first met him I thought he was really nice and good-looking but then found out he's married. Hands Off. But then...he started flirting with me. I thought it was a little odd but didn't worry about it too much, just thought it was all in good fun, two people joking around. Also, as some of you know, my boss and I butt heads a lot so it was nice to have someone there that kept me sane. Anyway, he kept asking if I'd been to Mount Benel and when I kept responding No, he told me he would take me. I was a little hesitant but he reassured me that it was really close and wouldn't take long, less than an hour for sure. So on Friday we both got off work a couple hours early and decided it was a good time to go. I told him I'd follow him but he laughed and said he'd drive. So we get in his car and he decides to go to Sonic first. Ok. He refuses to let me pay, but it was happy hour so I guess a $1 drink isn't that big of a deal. Next, Mount Benel. Well, "really close" ended up being about a half hour drive. We "hiked" the 100 step climb and looked over Lake Travis for a little while, and it is really pretty, I'm glad I've seen it. At this point I assumed he'd drive me back to my car. Instead he said he had to show me one more thing. While we were driving he told me that when he first found out I was single he was shocked, and that he can't understand why I'm not dating someone. Our conversation then progressed to why it's close-minded of me to only date boys that are Mormon and I should expand my horizons more because I never know where I'll find someone. A little uneasy, both from the conversation and the fact that I have to pee like a racehorse, we pull up to a boat dock. He shows me around and starts sharing his dreams of how he wants to own a boat and plans on buying one in a few years. Okaaay. Half an hour later we get back in his car and he tells me there's just one more place he wants to take me. We pull up to this place called the Iguana, which turns out to be a nice restaurant overlooking the lake. Uh huh... So we share an appetizer while he continues to talk about how he'll convince me to stay in Austin and he's been thinking of ways he can make me stay. All the while, never once bringing up his wife. In fact, anytime I've brought her up he almost completely ignores it and changes the subject. So by this point in the excursion, the tides have definitely changed from "a little hesistant" to "ok, this is flat out wrong." I realize at the Iguana "I am on a date with a married man." putting aside <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that</span> factor: "I am on a date with a 36-year old man." Each are a little questionable on their own, but combined?  The entire ride home he keeps telling me how he'll take me to these jazz concerts and parks while I'm sipping on my empty sonic trying to figure out how in the world I got myself in this situation. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you have it. Call me what you want--My brother-in-law thinks "mistress" puts it well--but I was completely <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">set up</span> and not in the wrong! Needless to say though, I really need to watch myself from now on and realize that "harmless joking around" can be interpreted <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">very</span> differently.  </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More to follow on how I get myself out of this one. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-3403031584106513215?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-10289493617383277592008-07-19T20:05:00.000-07:002008-07-19T21:07:10.377-07:00How to throw a Luau for the elderlyFor my Capstone Project, I threw a Hawaiian Luau for the residents and their families. It turned out really well in the end but there were some stressful parts to it. In case you ever need to throw one, here's how to do it:<div><br /></div><div>1. My boss--bless his heart--was insistent that for the invitations I assemble 120 "message in a bottles." Each one takes about 5 minutes. Do not start this project at 9:00 PM, or you will be up until 3:30 AM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKvnCyXGzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NOAKxXcvUoE/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224931603001056050" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2. Morning of--creatively decorate fruit trays. This part is really fun, but you do not need 8 of them, unless you want a lot of leftovers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKvnX4tBOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PhQmXuyQtL4/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224931608664802530" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. Cheesecake bites--an automatic hit, everyone loves these.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKvnrnGqKI/AAAAAAAAAac/9fWSVgXApzk/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224931613959694498" /></div><div><br /></div><div>4. Bring in some Hawaiian dancers. The residents will love this part and clap to the music. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKvoNhH6fI/AAAAAAAAAas/4Ungo35PQP8/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224931623061416434" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKvnzYJmRI/AAAAAAAAAak/TvUleIVVP5s/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224931616044456210" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">5. Serve the residents great food, including this "Sand Dessert." Again, you do not need to make 6 of these buckets. 2 is plenty. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKwIaW41tI/AAAAAAAAAa0/56woDcJJKBY/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224932176263960274" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>6. Make a killer drink. All it is is Simply Lemonade with mint leaves and orange slices but everyone will love it. For this drink...you will need more than you think. It runs out fast. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKwIongdwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/GVwXytAU3Ao/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224932180091762434" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>7. Have fun with your coworkers. I love these girls, they helped me so much and all the residents love them because they are always dancing and laughing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SIKwI5w1AvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0MvyE0VWRYg/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224932184694260466" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was exhausted by the end of it all, it took a lot of planning to order all the food, decorations, DJ, dancers, organize it all, and come up with games for the staff and residents, but in the end it was worth it. The residents all loved it and my boss gave me an A. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-1028949361738327759?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-29238430533763875992008-07-13T22:06:00.000-07:002008-07-13T23:02:58.091-07:00Girl's Best Friend.<div>I need to have a dog in my life. And <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Soon</span>. I decided today that once I find a good job, I am going to buy myself a puppy. Suggestions anyone? I love miniature dachshunds, beagles, and mixes of terriers, spaniels, or yorkies, but love all dogs which I'm sure you already know. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrlfHx9vdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/O9YsJ8u0Ic0/s320/91271_f520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222739040716832210" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrguVLy-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KA1y-Em2Xtg/s1600-h/hudson.jpg_w450.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrguVLy-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KA1y-Em2Xtg/s320/hudson.jpg_w450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733804454738034" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrguVLy-HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KA1y-Em2Xtg/s1600-h/hudson.jpg_w450.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgusdcywI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0vVuOGY68xY/s1600-h/john-smith-011.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgusdcywI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0vVuOGY68xY/s320/john-smith-011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733810702797570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgusdcywI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0vVuOGY68xY/s1600-h/john-smith-011.JPG"><br /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">King Charles Cocker Spaniel<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgu-JDmFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rhJWfpNxzks/s1600-h/smothdachssolo.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgu-JDmFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rhJWfpNxzks/s1600-h/smothdachssolo.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgu-JDmFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rhJWfpNxzks/s320/smothdachssolo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733815449098322" /></a><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Miniatue Dachshund<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgvGw10BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NKXnk20_0ig/s1600-h/PerryDewitt-400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgvGw10BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NKXnk20_0ig/s320/PerryDewitt-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733817763450898" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgvGw10BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NKXnk20_0ig/s1600-h/PerryDewitt-400.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHrgvGw10BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NKXnk20_0ig/s1600-h/PerryDewitt-400.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dachshund Terrier Mix (could you not just die?!)</span></a></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41zj-xyle3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41zj-xyle3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div>Give him to me!! I absolutely love dogs that head cock, it kills me!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-2923843053376387599?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646216966145632274.post-40293281903603989802008-07-08T09:48:00.000-07:002008-07-08T21:14:31.549-07:00H to the Annette! AKA Kirsten Krason<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHQGRXg-lKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XeXBEODnIug/s1600-h/DSCN0094_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHQGRXg-lKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XeXBEODnIug/s320/DSCN0094_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804763469124770" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHQGRgkIgAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Tml_2rUz1ik/s320/Summer+2005+081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804765898276866" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHQGSO-y0oI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XpeAq7Bvqrs/s320/Summer+2005+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804778358133378" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zMn9YLabEZU/SHQGRgkIgAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Tml_2rUz1ik/s1600-h/Summer+2005+081.jpg"><br /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Kirsten Sue Curtis Krason!</span></span> She is definitely one of my favorite people in this world. I don't think I've ever found a flaw in this girl--she is so much fun to be friends with and without a doubt can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">always</span> make me laugh. How lucky I was to find her in High School!! She has helped me through a lot. I admire this girl in many, many ways and will always consider her one of my closest friends. I would be so lost without her in my life! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I love you Kirsten!! Have a wonderful Birthday!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646216966145632274-4029328190360398980?l=wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com'/></div>Heather Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17179679446408169809noreply@blogger.com1