<?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-8002829735408770566</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:45:48.313-07:00</updated><category term='wine'/><title type='text'>Hey Dickens!</title><subtitle type='html'>I eat, I drink, I watch TV, I read, and I'm loud and obnoxious.  Now you can join in the muted version of it all...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-8650730767338748893</id><published>2009-04-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:45:15.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was THIS close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SeVj-5QjPBI/AAAAAAAACeg/eYOG7YnV74k/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SeVj4lhI6VI/AAAAAAAACeY/dMwRpL8veJo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Roots were the coolest concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SenZUB6F3AI/AAAAAAAACeo/UwQriO2rIHQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326026972475022338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SenZUB6F3AI/AAAAAAAACeo/UwQriO2rIHQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SeVj-5QjPBI/AAAAAAAACeg/eYOG7YnV74k/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SeVj4lhI6VI/AAAAAAAACeY/dMwRpL8veJo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-8650730767338748893?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8650730767338748893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=8650730767338748893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8650730767338748893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8650730767338748893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-this-close.html' title='I was THIS close!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SenZUB6F3AI/AAAAAAAACeo/UwQriO2rIHQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-1480308837429502084</id><published>2009-04-10T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:09:53.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too white for this...</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago my friend Cassie noticed that The Roots were coming to Seattle. My little brother Jeremy LOVES The Roots, and they're the new house band on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. I have started watching Jimmy and really enjoying them. So when Cassie asked if I wanted to go, it sounded like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, we went over to FareStart for dinner (it's a Thursday night, we go to Farestart!) for a delicious meal, and then off to the show! We walked into The Paramount to see that there were NO SEATS! It was nuts! We knew the show was GA, but didn't realize that meant no sitting. So, we heard the opening band, Pacific Division. They were pretty good, and one of the guys had this shirt that I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323217633040604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/Sd_eO897G-I/AAAAAAAACeQ/W6HfOvQmALk/s320/la+lm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was cool.  And then The Roots came out!  I'm now in love with Tuba Gooding Jr., who knew the Sousaphone was such a bad ass instrument?  Probably my mom...The show was great, and it wasn't that full.  It was also the most eclectic group of people I've ever seen at a show.  Lots of people who looked like maybe they go/went to Whitworth, a large African American crows, and Asian/pacific islander crowd.  And the socio-economic status was also pretty surprising.  Cassie &amp;amp; I commented on the drive home that it was one of the most diverse crowds we've seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show was AMAZING, the sampling that was done was incredible, and it wasn't that packed, so we were about 4 rows back, it was awesome!  It was a great show, and people were even smoking weed next to us!  I felt very hip.  Mostly because I'm watching WAY too much TV lately where people smoke weed.  I kind of think Jeremiah was jealous he wasn't near ACTUAL weed.  We are way too white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-1480308837429502084?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1480308837429502084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=1480308837429502084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1480308837429502084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1480308837429502084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-too-white-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m too white for this...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/Sd_eO897G-I/AAAAAAAACeQ/W6HfOvQmALk/s72-c/la+lm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2404575522405271553</id><published>2009-02-18T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:09:38.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Meal, Best Cause, EVER</title><content type='html'>So, on February 5th my friend Becky and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.farestart.org"&gt;FareStart&lt;/a&gt; for dinner, before we went to see this new musical Memphis at the 5th Avenue Theater.  Memphis was pretty good, it has some work to do before it gets to Broadway, but it was a fun night at the theater none the less.&lt;br /&gt;But, before the show, we went to the COOLEST restaurant in Seattle, and possibly anywhere on earth.  FareStart is a restaurant in downtown Seattle that is also a nonprofit that teaches homeless and disadvantaged folks culinary skills so they can work in a kitchen and get a job.  They are open week days for lunch, and only on Thursday nights for dinner.  BUT, for dinner, they have Guest Chef Night, where a local celebrity chef comes into the kitchen and puts the meal together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Becky and I went it was Sabrina Tinsley of Osteria la Spiga.  The food was FABULOUS.  If the name Sabrina Tinsley sounds familiar, you watch too much Iron Chef America, because she was on last month.  She's tiny and adorable and LOVES FareStart.  The food was ridiculous, I cleared all 3 courses.  It's always a 3 course pre-fix menu, with a vegetarian option.  We had this yummy fresh salad with fava beans (but no Chianti on the menu...) and gnocchi with sausage in a cream sauce (amazing, so much better than it sounds), and these awesome cookies for dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also for dessert...a graduation ceremony.  The folks who have gone through and completed the program get to graduate in front of the diners.  It is one of the NEATEST experiences I've ever seen.  One woman graduated on our night, and one of the staff chefs talked about how great she is, and then they give her a book, and a really nice set of chef's knives, which is an amazing gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, with all the famous restaurateurs coming into the restaurant, they know the quality of the work and usually look to Fare Start for their hiring.  So there you have it, a new date night, and the most "feel good meal" you can eat in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SZy9w9fjHsI/AAAAAAAACZk/i5O7tGosbAo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304323109973860034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SZy9w9fjHsI/AAAAAAAACZk/i5O7tGosbAo/s320/scan0001.jpg" 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/8002829735408770566-2404575522405271553?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2404575522405271553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2404575522405271553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2404575522405271553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2404575522405271553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-meal-best-cause-ever.html' title='Best Meal, Best Cause, EVER'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SZy9w9fjHsI/AAAAAAAACZk/i5O7tGosbAo/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-6152484756523030880</id><published>2009-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:22:44.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WAS HE ON?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I love to watch Letterman. This morning I heard that his interview with Joaquin Phoenix was almost as fabulous as the Farrah Fawcett interview a few years ago. It was SO WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weirdest part...when he put the gum under Dave's desk...and then pulled it back and put it back in his mouth! He's lost it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CBS took it off You Tube, but the &lt;a href="http://lateshow.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/wahoo/"&gt;Wahoo Gazette &lt;/a&gt;has a pretty great round up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-6152484756523030880?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6152484756523030880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=6152484756523030880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/6152484756523030880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/6152484756523030880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-was-he-on.html' title='WHAT WAS HE ON?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2826506466542568277</id><published>2009-02-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:29:18.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year's Oscar Winner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to see Slumdog Millionaire.  It was AWESOME!  I knew it was going to be, even though a co-worker said it was over-hyped.  She's over-hyped, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST has me hooked on the beauty of Flash backs, so this movie was right up my alley.  The Oscars are always a fun time, and this year the list of movies to go see is really short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wrestler (if time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw Tropic Thunder on Friday night.  It was not the best movie ever, it was a Ben Stiller movie, so take that for what it's worth.  Sure, the idea of Robert Downey Jr.'s character was very funny, but what was NOT recognized and should have been, was Tom Cruise!  I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; Ben Stiller single handedly resurrected Tom Cruise's career.  He plays a angry Studio Head and he's PERFECT for it.  It's lots of makeup, and a fat suit, but there's also dancing, which is great!  Tom Cruise was robbed.  And I think the best supporting actor is a lock in for Heath Ledger, so the other 4 nominees don't really matter this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, if I were to add a best actor nom, it would go to Robert Downey Jr. for Ironman.  I don't know why I loved that movie so much, but I did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-2826506466542568277?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2826506466542568277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2826506466542568277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2826506466542568277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2826506466542568277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-years-oscar-winner.html' title='This Year&apos;s Oscar Winner'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-8612840441920576935</id><published>2009-02-01T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:03:56.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Faeries</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I was at a work event and ran into my friend Jeffrey. He's working on this cool event where once a month we go to a bar, have our own bartender, get a history of the bar, and try two or three different cocktails, to expand out cocktail knowledge, know the bartender, and learn a thing or two. I can't WAIT for this event to start! It's called &lt;a href="http://epicodyssey.com/content/view/71/125/"&gt;Passport 2 Cocktails&lt;/a&gt;, and the first event is this Tuesday, don't you wish you lived in Seattle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's not the story to tell today. The story today is about LAST Sunday. Jeffrey mentioned when I saw him that there was going to be an Absinthe Tasting and seminar. I've had absinthe once with dad, and I'm not really an anise fan, so I figured maybe if I learn more about it, I'll find a way to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find out the seminar is a part of the Washington State Bartenders Guild. A newly formed organization. You may be wondering if I'm a bartender, and you'd be right...I only make gin &amp;amp; tonics and pour a pint. So, I walk into the room, and realize we're in this couple's really cool loft over by Safeco Field, but we've got tables for 50 people crammed into this room. Anyway, I find a seat, and the seminar begins. It's two of the world's leading experts on Absinthe, and they both live in Seattle. Sweet! As the seminar begins, they start passing around a few different cocktails. I only drank one full "taster" and it was the Monkey Gland. Oh delicious Monkey Gland...so good! &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/richpub/syltguides/fullview/1V4XUVP2V7AAU"&gt;Here's a little about how it got it's name&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, everything I could find said that Absinthe has been illegal since 1912. So, when I was at the event, the absinthe expert guys kept talking about how it was illegal, and why, (which was really lame reasoning) and now it's not. But they weren't explaining WHY it's legal again. So, during the Q&amp;amp;A I asked, how did it magically become legal again. Honestly, I didn't get the most exciting answer, but I guess what happened is that the outlawing of Absinthe was from an agriculture law, and way before the FDA. So when all these different organizations came under the government, the law outlawing absinthe never made it through the cracks. So, we've been missing out on this unique cocktail for years when we could have been drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in WAY over my head, and tasted about 6 different brands of Absinthe, I learned that while I'm not a fan of it, Absinthe has it's place, and hopefully the novelty will wear off and distilleries will tout it's usefulness in cocktailing and beyond...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-8612840441920576935?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8612840441920576935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=8612840441920576935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8612840441920576935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8612840441920576935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-faeries.html' title='Green Faeries'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-6847636699167260987</id><published>2009-01-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:40:51.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE WITH FOOD!</title><content type='html'>So, a friend of mine has this company that has developed a natural cold sore medication.  I take a &lt;a href="http://www.valtrex.com/"&gt;daily pill&lt;/a&gt; to take care of my cold sore currently.  It's really expensive, and is mostly used for the slutty kind of herpes, not the kind that you get from kissing your mom when you're 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I checked with my naturopath friend who said it seems pretty legit and I could take it.  Hooray, a natural medication that isn't as expensive and doesn't make me feel trampy, YAY!  I take the medication, twice a day, and it's recommended to take with food.  I don't take my medications with food usually, and never have a problem. So I don't take the meds with food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it Tuesday night, Wednesday morning, Wednesday night, no problem.  I take it Thursday morning...pop the pill, drinking coffee, getting ready, all of a sudden...over heating...then I barf.  oops, evidently he wasn't kidding when he said to TAKE WITH FOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was nice to have a day off, I had a seminar to teach for 50 people I had to cancel the morning of.  And by cancel, I mean call the office and inconvenience 4 of my co-workers to do grunt work.  Blarg, what a crap day.  I watched Season 3 of Weeds (yay!) and got caught up on my dvr which was GREAT however.  Hank enjoyed a day to hangout at home with mom too which was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-6847636699167260987?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6847636699167260987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=6847636699167260987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/6847636699167260987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/6847636699167260987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-with-food.html' title='TAKE WITH FOOD!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7098202235797183079</id><published>2009-01-11T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:52:30.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Jeremiah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend Michelle found this card for Jeremiah this year, it was too funny NOT to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290203634229064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SWqULTe0MmI/AAAAAAAACUA/lLgp-LvviN8/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7098202235797183079?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7098202235797183079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7098202235797183079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7098202235797183079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7098202235797183079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-jeremiah.html' title='Merry Christmas Jeremiah!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SWqULTe0MmI/AAAAAAAACUA/lLgp-LvviN8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-8252548828416845954</id><published>2009-01-09T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:31:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entourage</title><content type='html'>Alright, so clearly I just write about HBO lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, my brother Jeremy and his girlfriend Cassie got Jeremiah and I season 1-3 of Entourage.  I also got Weeds Season 1 from my brother Jake, which is such a great show I already owned it.  So, I returned it for season 4 of Entourage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from Christmas break, and it was still snowing around here, so it was a very low-key week off.  We had a great time of laying around, glass full of something, blankets piled up on the couch and we watched Entourage.  In 4 days we watched over 3 seasons of it.  We're now half way through Season 4.  It's the most addictive show, and I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar with the show, it's about a movie star who is from Queens, and when he moves out to LA, he brings his two best friend (Eric and Turtle) with him.  They had lived with Vince's brother Drama for a while, but now live in Vince's house since Drama is a has-been 90's sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best part of the show is the agent ARI!  Ari is the biggest ass I've ever seen on TV.  He's actually the definition of a-hole.  I'm sure of it.  But man alive is he the best character on TV lately.  So, it's busy season for Jeremiah and he's coming home late at night, but we still watch at least an episode of Entourage.  Season 5 was on late last year, but isn't on demand right now, so we have to wait till it come outs...this may kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the present Jerm &amp;amp; Cassie, we love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-8252548828416845954?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8252548828416845954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=8252548828416845954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8252548828416845954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8252548828416845954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/entourage.html' title='Entourage'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-8177503870251979265</id><published>2008-12-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:37:24.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Love</title><content type='html'>So, about a month ago Comcast REALLY screwed up with our bill and Jeremiah was on the phone with them multiple times to get it fixed.  As part of their "oops, sorry" package, they threw in free HBO for a YEAR!  The beauty of that is that we've discovered some really great shows and movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, we discovered the TV series &lt;em&gt;Big Love&lt;/em&gt;.  Sure, it's about polygamists in Utah, one man, three wives, seven kids.  BUT OH BABY, we love this show!  The first two seasons are on demand, and season 3 starts in January.  Tonight we'll watch the season one finale, and if the snow continues we may just watch all of season 2 this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty interesting show, I don't know why but Polygamy has always fascinated me (not that I want to participate) but just that whole thing that Joseph Smith decided he wanted to sleep with his nanny and then God "told him" it was OK.  Thankfully years later, Mormon's realized "yeah, not so much" which I really think was a group of guys who went "you know, one is MORE than enough!"  but still the idea of living "the principle" is pretty interesting to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago I read the John Krakauer book &lt;em&gt;Under the Banner of Heaven&lt;/em&gt; which is all about polygamy and child brides, etc.  What I thought was interesting, and wasn't mentioned as much as I think it should have been, is that when Elizabeth Smart was kidnapped, she was taken as the second wife in this family.  The problem with Polygamy isn't the multiple wives, it's the child brides.  The 13-17 year old girls who are being "placed" in a man's care.  And the teenage boys who are kicked out on the street because the older men don't need competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;em&gt;Under the Banner of Heaven&lt;/em&gt; I came to the conclusion that I think polygamy should be legal, BECAUSE then polygamists can report the underage marriages that the women know are wrong, but can't currently report because they'd be in trouble too.  Sure, there's a lot of problems in our country right now, and maybe polygamy isn't the biggest issue we're facing, but when you have polygamists supporting gay marriage, you know that maybe it's a sign...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-8177503870251979265?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8177503870251979265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=8177503870251979265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8177503870251979265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8177503870251979265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-love.html' title='Big Love'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-18132452966955881</id><published>2008-11-02T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:41:31.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for VOTING!</title><content type='html'>Today I voted! I sent in the absentee ballot, and I voted on every measure on the ballot. There's a lot of district Judge's I learned...But, that's not the story of the day. Yesterday morning, Jeremiah and I were putting Hank in the car to take him to the dog park. Jeremiah asked where my Obama/Biden magnet was on the car. And sure enough, SOMEONE STOLE IT! I figured that it must have been when I went to see Drowsy Chaperone the other night, either in the garage, or when we parked over by the restaurant before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's one of two things...a McCain supporter (not my husband, I drilled him on it...) who's being a sore loser, OR a Obama Supporter who clearly needed it more than me. Anyway you look at it, I'm pretty ticked, that my magnet is missing. I was so excited for the "I told you so" magnet that I could keep on my car to spite my husband for months to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-18132452966955881?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/18132452966955881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=18132452966955881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/18132452966955881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/18132452966955881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/hooray-for-voting.html' title='Hooray for VOTING!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7909216052464735252</id><published>2008-10-01T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:48:24.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GREAT guy!</title><content type='html'>I don't usually talk about Jeremiah, he doesn't seem to like it when I do on my blogs.  BUT, he did something pretty great recently...On Monday, I got back to my desk at work after lunch.  I had an e-mail from him in my inbox, which was a forward from AT&amp;amp;T.  I had some issues with my cell phone earlier in the day, and had sent him a note about it.  SO...this e-mail says that an IPHONE has been ordered in my name, and will be delivered in the next few days.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; call him, and make sure it's real.  It sure is!  Happy Birthday Jeremiah, thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight the phone arrived in the mail...I open it up, know I have to charge it, start reading directions and see I can't transfer my number to it till tomorrow.  So, now I'm trying to skip out of work in the afternoon so I can come home and play with my new phone.  I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great husband I have!  Happy Birthday to him, this weekend, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 will also join our technology based family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7909216052464735252?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7909216052464735252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7909216052464735252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7909216052464735252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7909216052464735252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-great-guy.html' title='What a GREAT guy!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-5703401562709882935</id><published>2008-09-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:50:25.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Deschutes Brewery is THE BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phinneycenter.org/events/beer/deschutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.phinneycenter.org/events/beer/deschutes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A week or so ago at the store I picked up a 1/2 case of Mirror Pond. I grabbed two bottles on Monday night. One to drink, and one for a recipe that called for beer. I realized as I went to open the bottle, that it was flat AND that the bottle wasn't full. So, I drank the full one, which was fine, and then I used the flat one for cooking, and dumped the rest. And then I sent a note to Deschutes Brewery letting them know, and here's the response &amp;amp; trail of events... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ms. Case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me apologize on behalf of Deschutes&lt;br /&gt;Brewery for the half-full bottle of Mirror Pond in your 12-pack. I&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the fact that you are a loyal fan of Deschutes Brewery, but you&lt;br /&gt;should never have any experience short of spectacular with our beers. We&lt;br /&gt;will investigate how this deviation occurred and work on preventing it from&lt;br /&gt;reoccurring. Thanks for supplying the best by date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;still have the bottle? I would be more than happy to trade your for a few&lt;br /&gt;full ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for letting us know about your&lt;br /&gt;experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I responded, with a thanks, and that my brother is coming to visit, so could bring the bottle back with him, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Elizabeth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your brother visiting you in Washington this&lt;br /&gt;weekend? If so, please ask him to stop by the Brewery so that we can&lt;br /&gt;send&lt;br /&gt;a token of our appreciation to you. What is his name and I will&lt;br /&gt;make sure&lt;br /&gt;he procures your favorite flavor? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Jeremy and Cassie stopped by Deschutes on Friday afternoon on their way out of town. The procured two-six packs, AND two bottles of the 20th Anniversary Whit, which is a great beer! Deschutes Brewery guys are the GREATEST, and if your fridge isn't fully stocked with them, you should fix that immediately!&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/8002829735408770566-5703401562709882935?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5703401562709882935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=5703401562709882935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/5703401562709882935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/5703401562709882935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-deschutes-brewery-is-best.html' title='Why Deschutes Brewery is THE BEST'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-3284728190161985727</id><published>2008-09-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:15:30.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Edgar Sawtelle</title><content type='html'>For my birthday, dad bought me this book he's reading.  I just started it today, and I'm about 50 pages in.  This is (so far) an AWESOME book!  It's about a mute boy and his dog.  It takes place in rural Wisconsin and so far I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/em&gt; a month ago when I was at &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/"&gt;Powell's&lt;/a&gt; down in Portland.  I've started reading it, but I'm not getting into it like I thought I would.  A few people at work said it's one of the greatest books they've read, my office is full of readers with typically good suggestions.  And then I kept hearing about the parallels with LOST, so thought that was probably a good idea to read.  Ehh...I'll try it again later.  Maybe in February right before LOST returns I'll want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, a week or two ago I was reading my Real Simple and they were recommending good books, and so today I took two HUGE bags of books to Half Price Books to sell, and then I ended up buying &lt;em&gt;The Secret History&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/em&gt;.  I'm pretty excited to read them, and now I'm excited about &lt;em&gt;The Story of Edgar Sawtelle&lt;/em&gt;.  If you have a dog, I'm thinking you'll want to read this book.  And not in one of those "your dog looks like Marley" kind of ways.  ALTHOUGH, should we let the bets begin on how many people will buy me &lt;em&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/em&gt; for Christmas?  I'm pretty sure it'll be in full promotion mode at all bookstores, with Owen Wilson &amp;amp; Jennifer Aniston on the cover (and a speck of a yellow dog in the background...).  My guess is THREE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-3284728190161985727?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3284728190161985727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=3284728190161985727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/3284728190161985727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/3284728190161985727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-of-edgar-sawtelle.html' title='The Story of Edgar Sawtelle'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2991735611194448012</id><published>2008-09-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:18:59.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who names their kid after a NASCAR race anyway?</title><content type='html'>So, I've recently discovered a &lt;a href="http://indexed.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt; that I'm really enjoying. AND, over the weekend, my dad was here visiting. With his &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;favorite toy &lt;/a&gt;in hand while we returned from the dog park, he came across the greatest political drama of the season. The story that VP Candidate Sarah Palin's youngest child is actually her grandson, and that her 17 year old daughter is the mother of the baby, and it's an elaborate plan to cover it up for her daughter. This is far and away the BEST conspiracy theory I've heard in a few years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN, today while Gustav coverage was in full force, Palin finally decides to disclose that that story isn't true, but that Bristol IS pregnant, and better than that, she's going to keep the baby, AND (this is my favorite) they're getting MARRIED! What a great idea! That's guaranteed to work out and have a happy ending. This has Spears Family written all over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the blog...today's entry wraps it all up with a &lt;a href="http://indexed.blogspot.com/2008/09/or-just-pray-it-doesnt-happen-to-you.html"&gt;nice neat bow&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-2991735611194448012?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2991735611194448012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2991735611194448012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2991735611194448012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1022075932455914925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1022075932455914925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-first-i-thought-it-was-joke.html' title='At first I thought it was a joke...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-4875078160192735289</id><published>2008-08-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:28:40.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day to Read a Book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/YABookLog/THE%20INVENTION%20OF%20HUGO%20CABRET%20Jacket%20Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand" height="377" alt="" src="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/YABookLog/THE%20INVENTION%20OF%20HUGO%20CABRET%20Jacket%20Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, dad gave me a graphic novel called &lt;em&gt;The Invention of Hugo Cabret&lt;/em&gt;.  I stuck it on my bookshelf of books I need to read.  And, then a couple of weeks ago, I finished a book and decided to try out a graphic novel.  I read the first few pages, but then got sidetracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then today, I picked it up because I was in a book reading mood.  The beauty of these is that you can read the whole thing in a day!  SWEET!  So, 500 pages later, I read this very cool book about a kid in 1930's Paris who fixes clocks.  And there's more, but that's kind of the gist of the book.  It's a Young Adult graphic novel, so more of a children's book, BUT it was still a very sweet story, and ends up with a cool history lesson as well.  So, if you're in the market for a comic, and some incredible pencil drawings, check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how Reading Rainbow ends, but I sure wish I did at this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8002829735408770566-4875078160192735289?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4875078160192735289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=4875078160192735289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/4875078160192735289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/4875078160192735289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-day-to-read-book.html' title='A Great Day to Read a Book...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-1232407000543212848</id><published>2008-07-31T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:51:35.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Weather</title><content type='html'>07/31 Weather Forecast&lt;br /&gt;Slight chance of drizzle in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hizzle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I sure love when I go to &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funnyordie&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-1232407000543212848?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1232407000543212848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=1232407000543212848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1232407000543212848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1232407000543212848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-weather.html' title='Today&apos;s Weather'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7869231032046304199</id><published>2008-07-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:01:18.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>My friend Michelle just sent this to me, and it made me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two statues stood in a city park: one female and the other male. These statues faced each other for many years. Early one morning, an angel appeared before the statues and said, "Since the two of you have been exemplary statues and have brought enjoyment to many people, I am giving you your greatest wish. I hereby give you the gift of life. You have 30 minutes to do whatever you desire." And with that command, the statues came to life. The two statues smiled at each other, ran toward some nearby woods and dove behind a couple of bushes. The angel smiled to himself as he listened to the two statues giggling,bushes rustling, and twigs snapping. After fifteen minutes, the two statues emerged from the bushes,satisfied and smiling. Puzzled, the angel looked at his watch and asked the statues, "You still have fifteen minutes. Would you like to continue?" The male statue looked at the female and asked, "Do you want to do it again?" Smiling, the female statue said, "Sure. But this time YOU hold the pigeon down and I'll crap on its head!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7869231032046304199?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7869231032046304199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7869231032046304199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7869231032046304199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7869231032046304199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-5250155154092865680</id><published>2008-07-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:14:32.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exlax Update...</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday evening after work I went to get the mail and had a letter from King County.  Enclosed was a very thoughtful TICKET for $175 in follow up to the accident over a week earlier.  At least they're efficient in their ticketing process.  I was so pissed!  The least he could have done was give it all to me at once.  So a new hood cost me $675 total...and a lecture from Uncle Jerry the insurance adjuster...oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-5250155154092865680?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5250155154092865680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=5250155154092865680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/5250155154092865680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/5250155154092865680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/exlax-update.html' title='Exlax Update...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-761908516988221303</id><published>2008-07-07T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:41:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Move Exlax...</title><content type='html'>So tonight, I had to go to the Chiropractor after work.  I'm doing better now, my hip was bugging me.  Anyway, not the point of this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving home and going through Redmond.  Thanks Microsoft for all the traffic...So, I look down at my phone to call Jeremiah and see what his schedule is.  I'm at a stop light, cars on either side of me and another CRV in front of me.  And all of a sudden, I see the cars on either side go, so I slowly lift off my break and BOOM, I hit the car in front of me...CRAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman moves slightly forward, and then parks the car and jumps out (JUMPS OUT, she's fine!) truly, we were both stopped, and I just rolled into her.  Stupid new cell phone law.  Can't be ON the phone while you drive, but how the heck are you supposed to get the number to call???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we move over to a parking lot, and her car looks just fine.  She had a bike rack on the back of her tire, so she's JUST FINE.  Then I check out my car...Yeah, her damn bike rack bonked into the hood of my car and my hood is totally dented.  CRAP.  AND THEN!  The cop shows up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets our information, asks what happens, and then is in his car for a while writing stuff down.  Luckily he did NOT give me a ticket, hooray!  But the woman was kind of a pain, saying she didn't THINK she needed to go to the chiropractor, but she wasn't sure yet.  Yeah, whatever.  Even the cop couldn't find a dent on her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we exchanged information, etc.  I talked to my insurance claims person when I got home, she was very nice, and is a big fan of Hank (who isn't) and after a $500 deductible on my car, we'll be back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, no spending any money on anything, for any reason.  OH BOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-761908516988221303?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/761908516988221303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=761908516988221303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/761908516988221303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/761908516988221303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/smooth-move-exlax.html' title='Smooth Move Exlax...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2450430951492459737</id><published>2008-07-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:40:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Buddha Brewery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When dad, Jeremy &amp;amp; Cassie were up for Father's Day, we went to a big Beer Festival up in Kenmore, at &lt;a href="http://www.parks.wa.gov/parkpage.asp?selectedpark=Saint%20Edward"&gt;St. Edwards State Park&lt;/a&gt;. It's a cool brew festival, and I had heard that the newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; Brewery would be at the event. They sure were, AND they were the only ones with much in the way of a line, and it went on for quite some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we get around to the &lt;a href="http://laughingbuddhabeer.com/default.htm"&gt;Laughing Buddha Brewery &lt;/a&gt;and get in the long line for it. We're hoping it'll be good, and as we get closer we realize they have a Ginger Pale Ale, a Brown Ale, and a Mango &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hefeweizen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...this may not go well. BUT, it's the longest line, and YOU MUST support your local breweries! So, we get in line, and we all get something different. The Ginger Pale Ale is AWESOME! We can't believe it! AND, the Mango-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weizen&lt;/span&gt; is really good too. Not very fruity, just a great flavor to it. Jeremiah got the Brown Ale and it was really good to, although no fruit or spice to speak of. So, we get our beers, don't want to share, so get BACK in line to try it again! It's incredible, we're loving every minute of our tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today we went to Whole Foods to get stuff for dinner tonight, and they had the beers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I grabbed a 20 oz. bottle of the Ginger Pale Ale to make Mike &amp;amp; Grace try tonight, we'll see how they like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-2450430951492459737?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2450430951492459737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2450430951492459737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2450430951492459737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2450430951492459737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/laughing-buddha-brewery.html' title='Laughing Buddha Brewery'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-3855682596184081835</id><published>2008-06-30T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:12:31.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to be sick...my friend recently recommended a new blog to me, called Evil Beet.  It's pretty great, and I don't read it every day, but when I do, I'm typically mortified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today when the blog had &lt;a href="http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/2008/06/30/blame-jesus/"&gt;THIS STORY&lt;/a&gt;, I became a little nauseous.  As you know from a previous post, I'm not the world's biggest The Hills fan.  So, to hear that Heidi (the slut) wants to record a Christian Album, makes me sick.  First off, there are many reasons why people who I know are aware that I am a Christian.  But thanks to crap like this, there are many reasons that I do NOT go around publicizing it!  Good grief, I'd look crazy!  If these are the kinds of people that Christian's will associate themselves with, I'll just keep me mouth shut (on this, you aren't that lucky...).  So, there you have it.  Heidi Montag, if you actually go through with this, shoot, there's a special place for you &lt;a href="http://www.opry.com/"&gt;some where&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-3855682596184081835?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3855682596184081835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=3855682596184081835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/3855682596184081835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/3855682596184081835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-1966708809970532686</id><published>2008-06-28T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:18:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baldwin Fey All the Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SGbUqr1cRvI/AAAAAAAABjo/ZVSw7pwRLfQ/s1600-h/NBC+Vote+08+buttons+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217091048141768434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SGbUqr1cRvI/AAAAAAAABjo/ZVSw7pwRLfQ/s320/NBC+Vote+08+buttons+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a month ago, I was reading my favorite blog, and read &lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/2008/05/30/get-your-free-nbc-universal-emmy-campaign-buttons/"&gt;this story &lt;/a&gt;(which I now can't find on the blog). I was so excited when I read it and went right online that afternoon (I work REALLY hard when I want to I swear) and ordered a few buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how excited was I today to learn that my buttons arrived! AND, because of so much interest, they just sent me one of each. How cool is this! I can't wait to take them to work on Monday and stick a couple of them up in my cubical. My co-workers are going to be so jealous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-1966708809970532686?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1966708809970532686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=1966708809970532686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1966708809970532686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1966708809970532686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/baldwin-fey-all-way.html' title='Baldwin Fey All the Way!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SGbUqr1cRvI/AAAAAAAABjo/ZVSw7pwRLfQ/s72-c/NBC+Vote+08+buttons+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7052696541147049174</id><published>2008-06-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:50:13.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape Snow Cone!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows our family know that we LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.brianregan.com/"&gt;Brian Regan&lt;/a&gt;.  He is the family favorite comedian, and last summer for my birthday, dad, Jeremy, Jeremiah and I went to see him at Marymoor Park.  He's good clean family fun humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about a week ago, I got my &lt;a href="http://www.kmtt.com/"&gt;Mountain Mail&lt;/a&gt;, and it said that I could sign up to win a free pair of tickets to Brian Regan.  It's the weirdest thing with The Mountain Mail.  I win stuff!  Last year I got tickets to go see The Killers at WaMu Theater (FYI-lame venue) and I won tickets to Rodrigo y Gabriela too, which I didn't make it to the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get a call on Thursday that I won the tickets to Brian Regan!  Thanks Mountain Mail!  So, last night after work (and after happy hour) Jeremiah and I headed up to Redmond to see Brian Regan.  It was a lot of old material which was kind of weird, I wanted more new stuff, but still, he makes me laugh no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the encore was the Grape Snow Cone baseball story, which is so great!  I was laughing really hard, and Jeremiah seemed a little confused at it, but we'll survive.  I also got a copy of the 520 Funny Festival album which was a fun CD for the drive home last night.  Thanks Mountain Mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7052696541147049174?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7052696541147049174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7052696541147049174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7052696541147049174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7052696541147049174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/grape-snow-cone.html' title='Grape Snow Cone!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7280361198856332230</id><published>2008-06-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:37:20.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first SIFF experience</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, my little brother Jeremy, e-mailed me and dad.  He said that one of his professors told him about this moving coming out with Zach Galifianakis in it, and Judy Greer.  When you go to the &lt;a href="http://www.visioneersthemovie.com/visioneers.htm"&gt;homepage &lt;/a&gt;and see what you see, you know it can only go one of two ways.  Then Jerm says that the brothers who made the movie (wrote and directed) are his nephews.  AND, that it was going to premier at the Seattle International Film Festival over Father's Day weekend when they were up.  PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jeremy scored us 4 tickets to the premier (Dad, me, Jeremy &amp;amp; Cassie) and off to Capitol Hill and a &lt;a href="http://www.landmarktheatres.com/Market/Seattle/EgyptianTheatre.htm"&gt;really cool theater &lt;/a&gt;we went!  The movie was...well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the movie is that George Washington Winsterhamerman lives in what turns out to be Snoqualmie, and works for a major corporation that starts each greeting by flipping each other the bird.  The movie goes a little slow, and it's people start blowing up and they can't figure out why, so there's life coaches and all this stuff going on to try and stop people from blowing up.  I think what I got from it, is that if you like what you're doing and you're happy, you won't blow up.  If you're unsatisfied, there's nothing they can do to stop you.  But it was a little slow, definitely an art film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird, and I'm not 110% sold on it.  It was definitely perfect for SIFF, and my favorite part was that after the "screening" the brothers got up and asked questions, which was very cool.  Especially when this girl in the audience asked a question about the philsophical meaning behind a scene, and they kind of looked at her, and then said, "we just did it because we hate hippies."  Excellent, and I think it really ticked her off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most interesting film experience of my life, but right after the movie needed a drink and to debrief the movie, which truth be told, we were all feeling.  I liked it, it was a neat experience, but not a movie I would ever go see myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7280361198856332230?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7280361198856332230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7280361198856332230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7280361198856332230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7280361198856332230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-siff-experience.html' title='My first SIFF experience'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-7060758939441959611</id><published>2008-06-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:25:22.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, I'm a Milliron!</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday after dad, Cassie &amp;amp; Jeremy left I drove down to beautiful SeaTac and flew to Denver to visit my friend Kelly and watch her run an event that my boss wants me to start doing.  The event went well, after the event we watched Blackhawks fly through (between buildings, THROUGH) downtown Denver and practice for the DNC in August.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today did some other stuff...blah, blah, blah.  The story begins HERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to board my flight as an MVP, because Jeremiah and I fly so much that our combined miles make us MVP, it's really just a cocky status thing that we LOVE.  We get to board early, and watch the common folks board, it's great.  So, I board my flight on time, and the flight attendant says hello, and we start chatting.  I have just a little over night bag, no rolling suitcase thing, like the woman in front of me.  And I am talking and walking (my first mistake) and I don't realize that the woman in front of me STOPPED, and I full on (yes, I AM laughing while writing this story) TRIP on her suitcase and drop my bag and face plant into her bag!  It was pretty incredible!  She felt awful, you could tell the flight attendant was thinking"lawsuit!"because she kept asking if I was OK, really?  To which I responded "nothing a gin &amp;amp; tonic can't fix!"  and two gin &amp;amp; tonics later, I was fine.  AND, I taught the really cute little boy behind me how to fist bump AND explode, AND fall out.  AND, then, I made him practice with the nice old white guy next to me who did pretty well for a white guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great flight, sans the flat on my face boarding process.  I don't recommend it, but it works for some.  AND, I spilled my drink on myself, yup, that's me.  AND, another flight attendant saw what I was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-You-Are-Engulfed-Flames/dp/0316143472/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1213763006&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;reading &lt;/a&gt;and stopped to talk about it, she even came back to ask me if I'd read one of the stories yet, it was great!  But I still had to pay for my damn drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after the event, the publisher asked what I thought of it.  Without thinking I said "It kicked ass, Kelly throws a great event!"  For which I was quickly reprimanded by Kelly, that Scott doesn't really like the word ASS.  Too bad, that guy is missing out...or maybe my publisher is just use to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-7060758939441959611?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7060758939441959611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=7060758939441959611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7060758939441959611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/7060758939441959611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/yup-im-milliron.html' title='Yup, I&apos;m a Milliron!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-1487268330351350648</id><published>2008-06-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:04:24.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Aren't THAT Kind of Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SFP5-N5XfjI/AAAAAAAABjQ/kWWDSwSEcu8/s1600-h/Vegas+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211784041075277362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SFP5-N5XfjI/AAAAAAAABjQ/kWWDSwSEcu8/s320/Vegas+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows that I treat EVERYONE like I treat my two brothers, Jake &amp;amp; Jeremy. From my friends to my publisher, I treat you all the SAME. So, it was a shock to me this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning from our fabulous sailing trip, I had an e-mail from &lt;a href="http://mrmillirongoestowashinton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jake &lt;/a&gt;that "he lost his cell phone while at Six Flags with his students this past week. So, he is sans cell phone for a couple of days until it gets returned. So on Thursday when I am driving to my office about noon, I give Jake a quick call to see if his phone was found or if he got a new one. It goes straight to voicemail, and I realize he may still be in class. So, about ONE minute later, I receive a text message from him, while I'm driving down the road in downtown Seattle, that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send me a naked pic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I'm DRIVING, I'm freaking out, uh oh, this isn't Jake, AND some perv got his phone! And I SWEAR, my next thought was, that I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;hope that Jake has MOM listed in his phone as MOM and not Nancy. YIKES! So, that kind of scarred my day. I called dad and couldn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of him, so left him a voicemail, got to work and told a couple of co-workers who all thought it was funnier than I did, but they're guys so what do you expect. And I had to explain, yeah, we aren't THAT kind of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jake called me from his home phone that evening and said that I'm not the only girl getting creepy texts from him, and he finally cancelled his phone so that while this perv has my number, he can't easily text me. Luckily he received a new phone yesterday so all is back to normal, except for some perv hitting on all the females in Jake's cell phone. I really hope the guy didn't send anything to mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-1487268330351350648?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1487268330351350648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=1487268330351350648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1487268330351350648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/1487268330351350648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-arent-that-kind-of-family.html' title='We Aren&apos;t THAT Kind of Family!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SFP5-N5XfjI/AAAAAAAABjQ/kWWDSwSEcu8/s72-c/Vegas+2008+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-4917072887609074902</id><published>2008-06-12T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:20:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Show EVER...but not with your family</title><content type='html'>The summer I graduated from high school, dad really wanted us to watch &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+world+according+to+garp"&gt;The World According to Garp&lt;/a&gt;, together. It's one of his favorite books by John Irving, and he bought me the book a couple years later actually. So, we watch the movie with Robin Williams in it, and it's pretty good. Except, it's rated R, and it's rated R because of "sexual content" and "suggestive dialogue." So, good times when you're 18 sitting on the couch watching a movie with your dad. But, as you can tell, 10 years later, I'm totally over it. In January 2007, dad and I took a last minute trip to NYC to see Letterman, on a GREAT father daughter bonding experience. We had a blast, and were told to go see &lt;a href="http://www.avenueq.com/"&gt;Avenue Q &lt;/a&gt;while in town. All I knew about the show was that it was "Muppet's who swear." Sure, sign me up, this could be GREAT! Well, we couldn't get tickets. A few months back I heard it was coming to Seattle, so dad and I talked about going. One thing lead to another and it didn't work out to go to the show. But about two weeks ago at work, one of my editors got an envelope in the mail with two tickets to the opening night of Avenue Q. SUH-WEET. Working in "media" kicks ass sometimes! So, we go to the show. The reason I bring up The World According to Garp is that Avenue Q had a similar vibe to it. FABULOUS show, I recommend it to most people in my life (but not you mom), but when monsters say the F-word, and there's a song called, "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist" you know you're at a good show. Becky and I laughed and laughed, and laughed, and proceed to walk into work the next morning and without another word scream "It Sucks to be YOU!" the theme song of the show. Yeah, quality entertainment here mom, I swear. But, it was a great show, I called dad later and explained, it would be more a Garp kind of experience for us than a Spamalot-standing room only with drinks in our hand kind of experience. Good times had by all. But, Becky's my new favorite Theatre patron, after dad of course. I can't wait for &lt;a href="http://www.shrekthemusical.com/"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;to happen in September, it will probably make my theatrical year, and definitely make up for &lt;a href="http://www.theparamount.com/paramount/artists/?artist=648"&gt;this atrocity &lt;/a&gt;that Becky and I sat through. It's definitely a two drink minimum kind of show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-4917072887609074902?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4917072887609074902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=4917072887609074902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/4917072887609074902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/4917072887609074902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-show-everbut-not-with-your-family.html' title='Best Show EVER...but not with your family'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-678635919672857944</id><published>2008-06-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:23:49.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramamine Saved my life</title><content type='html'>Well, we returned safely from 4 days of sailing in the San Juan's.  Thankfully, no whales were spotted on this trip.  We did see some cute harbor seals, Bald Eagles, ducks and seagulls.  Today on the ferry to Anacortes Jeremiah spotted a porpoise which was really cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took two Dramamine each morning, followed by an afternoon nap and I did GREAT, I was washing dishes and making lunch down in salon while Mike &amp;amp; Grace were sailing at a 20% heel, AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a VERY beautiful trip, and very relaxing.  But I realized that relaxing and restful are two different things.  Sleeping in a narrowing bed with no head room can have its challenges.  I was amazed today that I couldn't feel bruises on my skull, but there are plenty of bruises throughout my body from the trip.  I also took a few naps on this trip which is something I don't usually do.  It was the afternoon Dramamine nap.  I did finally finish my book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beach-Music-Pat-Conroy/dp/0553381539/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1213143798&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Beach Music &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;which dad gave me for Christmas this year.  It was REALLY great, and I highly recommend it.  I think my next book will be the new David Sedaris book.  He makes me laugh and I read a great review of it in Entertainment Weekly while sailing.  Here's some &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/HankandElizabeth/SanJuanSailingTrip"&gt;pictures &lt;/a&gt;from the trip if you'd like to check it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely get on a sail boat again, probably in the near future, but my next vacation will include a comfy hotel room with PLENTY of space above the bed so I don't have to roll over in fear of bonking something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-678635919672857944?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/678635919672857944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=678635919672857944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/678635919672857944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/678635919672857944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/dramamine-saved-my-life.html' title='Dramamine Saved my life'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2908963822763767634</id><published>2008-05-28T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:04:03.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's the Thought that counts...</title><content type='html'>First off, I'll apologize to Jeremiah and Paula in advance, but this story is too good not to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very thoughtful mother in law who for many holidays sends us sweet cards and gift certificates. So, for Valentine's Day this year she sent us a gift certificate to the movie theater. GREAT! It's the perfect date gift, and we don't go to movies very often, so it was a great gift idea (to force us to go more). Over the weekend we decided to go see the new Indiana Jones, which was a BLAST FYI. I grabbed the gift card, and off we went. I saw an ATM machine where you can buy tickets and it &lt;em&gt;looked &lt;/em&gt;like the gift card might work there. So, I ordered the tickets and put in the gift card but it wouldn't accept it. A little weird, but the line isn't too long so we jump in line. I hand the gift card over to the guy and he runs it through...and it says it won't work there either. Again, WEIRD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we pay, and are a little curious. We have time to get into our seats and then I'll go get popcorn. But when we sit down I noticed an 800 number on the back of the gift card, and since I had 15 minutes, I decided to call and check on it. I call, and input the number, and they say it's not recognized. So, I'm transferred to an operator. She checks on the number...it has a ZERO BALANCE on it. Huh. Paula doesn't seem like the dine &amp;amp; dash kind of mom, but you learn new things about your in laws all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and PAID for popcorn and when I came back to our seats, I told Jeremiah about it. We laughed a lot. Mostly because Paula's in Mexico for a few days so we couldn't call her right away to give her a hard time about it. I'm sure it was just a glitch at the check out counter, (err...I hope) but it still made us laugh.  Besides, now we have a new gift giving technique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the thought that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-2908963822763767634?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2908963822763767634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2908963822763767634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2908963822763767634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2908963822763767634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-its-thought-that-counts.html' title='Well, it&apos;s the Thought that counts...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-443817721708758833</id><published>2008-05-26T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:50:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills:  You have to be kidding me...</title><content type='html'>When we went to Vegas in March, the season premier of The Hills was on.  My BROTHERS wanted to watch it, and since I don't watch it except for 5 minutes here of there, we all watched together and mocked it in it's glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night after dinner I wasn't feeling well for some reason.  So I went up stairs to lay in bed and watch TV.  There was NOTHING on, so I went to on demand, and found 4 episodes of The Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the deal:  Lauren's a BITCH!  She's the star of the show and the one who tries to come across as the victim and the bigger person, but good grief she's manipulating and pretty awful.  Now, none of them are that great, although I do kind of like Whitney because I think she's too dumb to realize that the PR rep she works with HATES HER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Audrina&lt;/span&gt; is DUMB AS A BRICK, which is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, and explains why she was performing with the Pussycat Dolls when we were in Vegas (but somehow, we just couldn't bring ourselves to go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Heidi and Spencer...no two people were more born for each other.  Good grief they're awful people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.  MTV, what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, the whole channel should just go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-443817721708758833?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/443817721708758833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=443817721708758833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/443817721708758833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/443817721708758833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/hills-you-have-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='The Hills:  You have to be kidding me...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2823981261792614392</id><published>2008-05-12T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:29:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Little...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my friend Jacqui asked a legitimate question.  What's with Dickens?  Well, Dickens is what my dad has always called me.  Mom does too, but she uses another nickname (not necessary to mention them all!) mostly.  Anyway, I use Dickens for a lot of different things I need screen names for, so there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Elizabeth is one of those classic names, but man alive, when you're 2, it's not that easy say!  So, everyone had a nickname for me when I was a kid.  Obviously dad knew how to say it, but we come from a long line of nickname giving (okay, so my mom's uncle did it and dad picked it up from him) but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I've never read any Charles Dickens, so if you stumble across this blog and that's what you're after, might I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.bookslut.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-2823981261792614392?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2823981261792614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2823981261792614392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2823981261792614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2823981261792614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-you-little.html' title='Why You Little...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-2956680915085016292</id><published>2008-05-10T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:42:41.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>Mmmm...Delicious Oregon Wine...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, actually the blog is so I can talk about what a drink, what I eat, what I watch, and what I do. It'll be VERY fun for me to push my wares upon you... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198911479294904466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCY-cgYSyJI/AAAAAAAABSg/LcmmJgVFeR8/s320/ponzi.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was at an event for work at the Convention Center. At the event they were pouring a &lt;a href="http://www.ponziwines.com/wines/wine.asp?id=100"&gt;Ponzi Vineyards Pinot Gris&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted white wine so thought I'd give it a try. It was AWESOME. Very grapefruity, clean and crisp. It's my new favorite wine. Jeremiah and I went to QFC this afternoon and they had a couple of bottles, so I snagged them. Man alive it's SO GREAT! The next time you're at the store and need a good summer white wine, check it out!&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/8002829735408770566-2956680915085016292?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2956680915085016292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=2956680915085016292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2956680915085016292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/2956680915085016292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmmmdelicious-oregon-wine.html' title='Mmmm...Delicious Oregon Wine...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCY-cgYSyJI/AAAAAAAABSg/LcmmJgVFeR8/s72-c/ponzi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002829735408770566.post-8386537801229010502</id><published>2008-05-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:25:41.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why More?  Why Now?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know this is VERY exciting!  It's bad enough all I do is write about my dog, but now there's ANOTHER blog?  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!  I have Hank's blog, but it's very dog-centric.  So, I decided to start my blog so that when something happens that I want to talk about, I can do that, and not encroach on Hank's territory.  So, now you have to follow two blogs, and I'm sure over time something will change with that again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002829735408770566-8386537801229010502?l=heydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8386537801229010502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002829735408770566&amp;postID=8386537801229010502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8386537801229010502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002829735408770566/posts/default/8386537801229010502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-more-why-now.html' title='Why More?  Why Now?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858409035717807148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sO8Z69rEskU/SCZAmQYSyKI/AAAAAAAABSo/QcCY3XAt2DY/S220/Moclips+040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
