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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/m3QcA98jJKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/live-your-passion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-4804701606887316356</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T23:56:05.995-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Search Keywords For Blog Success~ Or A Giggle</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/gDiiCdieqJA/search-keywords-for-blog-success-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nc7ex5Du0A/TzIAbHhLixI/AAAAAAAABSo/lPB2nt4YARw/s72-c/SEARCH.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Have you ever checked the Search Keywords for your blog? They can be quite…well…weird. Or should I say, MINE can be weird. I realize that Search Engines crawl my site, I believe it’s Search Engine Optimization or SEO, although I’m not sure how optimal my little ‘ole blog is. I also know that the...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/gDiiCdieqJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/search-keywords-for-blog-success-or.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-3823603661188751306</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T15:36:57.221-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Revealed</category><title>My Peace With Football</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/Sc7r4n41SWA/my-peace-with-football.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_NvkJsKXvM/TzF0U8WRTXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/8ssPphBVTag/s72-c/Celtic-Peace-Knot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>The
Celtic Peace Knot: 

&amp;nbsp;Symbolizes peace
within oneself &amp;amp; peace in one’s relationships with others





















I’ve lived in Steelers Country all my life, and from the time I was born until my dad left when I was about nine, football—the Steelers—was not a priority in our...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/Sc7r4n41SWA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/my-peace-with-football.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-8590126515179325504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-05T15:05:29.682-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>A Berra Tiring Three Weeks</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/SJaxxlHevWk/berra-tiring-three-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-7jKaaZ-8/Ty7fYqcSHaI/AAAAAAAABR4/gIgFOKj18I4/s72-c/IMG_0760.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>It’s three weeks today since we brought home our little Berra. She’s growing fast! Smart as a whip for thirteen weeks old. She rings a bell to go potty, although she also rings it because she LOVES to be outside. And since her bladder is about the size of a chickpea we hear ding ding about every...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/SJaxxlHevWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/berra-tiring-three-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-1366125195728649314</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-03T12:14:19.184-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>The A-B-C’s Of My Purse</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/zTcvuOf0bWw/a-b-cs-of-my-purse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wGFOGXqcQYE/Tytim3Ic_zI/AAAAAAAABPE/i5O7lQNjuWs/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>I’m larger than life. Well, not physically, but my antics and my attire. Some would say I’m gaudy. I wear big ass earrings, bracelets, necklaces, three and a half inch pumps and I tote around a HUGE over-night bag purse. I also LOVE animal prints. Zebra, Leopard, Dalmatian…you name it, I have it,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/zTcvuOf0bWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/a-b-cs-of-my-purse.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-7131394942968212918</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-02T00:19:50.605-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>Come Visiting With Me</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/Yi6r8yWr-rI/come-visiting-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>Today I’m doing my very FIRST guest post at All Fooked Up!






&amp;nbsp;Lynn, the author of All Fooked Up, has a weekly column called Go Ahead, Amuse Me, where she picks a reader’s submission that she considers amusing and this week—it’s ME!




&amp;nbsp;So, click on over to All Fooked Up and see if I...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/Yi6r8yWr-rI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/02/come-visiting-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-8504151787398349464</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T20:38:09.638-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Revealed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>An Enlightening Tail</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/TLTT1XUG1Ws/enlightening-tail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9xIBLowscM/TyiWdknPPiI/AAAAAAAABO4/t0LwwF5ha2Q/s72-c/IMG_0722.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>My Dad &amp;amp; Me

I was a drama queen in my younger days and could turn a simple rain shower story into a hurricane with my dramatics–loud tone, tears, flailing hands– oh yes, quite the actress, truth be told. I tried my dad’s patience at every turn, but he being the calm, cool, collected type,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/TLTT1XUG1Ws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/enlightening-tail.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-4536513605509771184</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-30T00:12:06.146-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Positivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meet Me On Monday</category><title>Meet Me On Monday~ Why I Like Winter</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/0AjiG5TWb48/meet-me-on-monday-why-i-like-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEspfDKcPpA/TyYk8x9u10I/AAAAAAAABOs/ZrQgHooTMSY/s72-c/winter-pictures.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>My favorite season is summer. I love the warmth and sunshine, and the lush green exuberance of Mother Nature. 
Winter seems to last forever. Its dreary days drag and my spirit seems to sag like trees’ brittle branches. My body aches and sometimes I swear I hear its moans in the dark wind’s howl. 
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/0AjiG5TWb48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/meet-me-on-monday-why-i-like-winter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-7391246530264310386</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T17:45:23.467-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>My Secret Spy Mission</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/fHEo0d8Zwnc/my-secret-spy-mission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxfjLhY5q8M/TyOARUPrOgI/AAAAAAAABOg/jG0F6JbkNvg/s72-c/TopSecret.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>**Disclaimer: Mature Language**







I have a confession to make. I actually LIKE scam email letters. I know, I’m totally weird. But I don’t open them. I use view source when I think there MIGHT be something in the scam email that I could actually make fun of. And THAT’S why I like them.

Take...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/fHEo0d8Zwnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/my-secret-spy-mission.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-1855656287357689986</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-26T19:23:06.365-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Revealed</category><title>A Case Of The Crazies</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/bXALHHtM-3s/case-of-crazies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7RVHk_EqjU/Tx-PZ0kyI3I/AAAAAAAABNo/nANQfRw5g_M/s72-c/Crazy-Woman.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Grammy over at Gram-Cracker blog has bared her soul and shared some of her “issues” with us and asked us to “reciprocate”. I can’t let my friend Grammy down! So here’s my list, which isn’t all inclusive by any means. I also added WHY I am a bit crazy eccentric, because I think we all get our...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/bXALHHtM-3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/case-of-crazies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-6263661825715351850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T10:55:07.754-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Blonde 911, Coffee Spitting &amp; Postal Pizza</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/FJ4XLyPw564/blonde-911-coffee-spitting-postal-pizza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7LLlHBUwKv4/Tx7TYDnGkbI/AAAAAAAABNQ/KvNARc4-Wzw/s72-c/911%2Bdispatch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>911 Treated Me Like I’m Blonde—Never Mind That I Am&amp;nbsp;





My son’s car broke down AFTER it had been at the repair shop for almost a month. He called telling me he was on the highway with NO power and NO flashers. I told him to get OUT of the car and find a SAFE place to wait for...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/FJ4XLyPw564" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/blonde-911-coffee-spitting-postal-pizza.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-7483990372143054866</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-23T12:59:56.680-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>A Friday Night Houdini</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/xcMxCMz1lao/friday-night-houdini.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kANGmd73s1g/Txx-qxkJJoI/AAAAAAAABMI/3EmBVczZ0K0/s72-c/IMG_0750.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Friday night I put Berra, our new puppy, in her new crate and slid the latch, then went to bed. Around three o’clock in the morning, I woke and made my way to the den, where we’re keeping the fur ball, and my heart lodged in my throat when I saw that her crate was EMPTY! Then I thought, she must’ve...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/xcMxCMz1lao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/friday-night-houdini.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-3284863119694220562</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T10:51:07.803-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>A Wicked Tale</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/DpHNexhICRI/wicked-tale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx-iMDyXzu0/TxuBXAIr4fI/AAAAAAAABLY/4rPXwTb4_Vg/s72-c/dark-road.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>A dream world, a fairy tale mold

&amp;nbsp;Knights in shiny armor, bravery and honor&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;A handsome prince, an ugly toad&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Winding down fantasy road&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Lace and satin, silver and gold&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Lies upon lies, never told&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Crying in the night, hiding in the...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/DpHNexhICRI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/wicked-tale.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-5707969059141645228</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-21T10:58:25.542-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rant</category><title>I Resisted Slapping The Receptionist Whisperer</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/6cGzTtjMtMs/i-resisted-slapping-receptionist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LTT5jW-YEE8/TxpMHZqDtII/AAAAAAAABKc/U8p74w05jJc/s72-c/Waiting-Room.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>**Disclaimer: Mature language**






Cartoon Compliments of Dave Carpenter 




The other day, I went to an Imaging Center for an appointment I made to have an Echocardiogram.



Now, I need to tell you that I wasn’t in the best of moods. I was tired, not just because of my “health issues”, but...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/6cGzTtjMtMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/i-resisted-slapping-receptionist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-6132645177915636576</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T21:51:52.502-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Officious Opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><title>Birthdays Should Be A Big Deal</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/45R8eRvH7Jw/birthdays-should-be-big-deal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkQ4zNjfxMQ/TxEQ_eMO4-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/enbtqq2esm4/s72-c/youareworthy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>I came across a blog where a woman wrote, My husband says making birthdays a big deal gives children a misguided sense of entitlement. I was only about half-way through the post, but I stopped reading and clicked out. That sentence conjured memories from my own childhood and it only hardened my...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/45R8eRvH7Jw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/birthdays-should-be-big-deal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-2034013090347373756</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T22:50:47.176-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Who's Afraid Of A Tiny Puppy?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/3klM8P8otio/whos-afraid-of-tiny-puppy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iHzlLcTBWk/TxMEw6YTa3I/AAAAAAAABKE/OVqgCvxcU0M/s72-c/IMG_0742.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Well, we finally got Dalan’s puppy.



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Our dog, Hayley, was put down November 17, 2009, and Dalan has really missed her (as do I), so when I asked what he wanted for an Army Graduation gift, he said, a puppy.



While he was in basic training, I sent him pictures and information on different...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/3klM8P8otio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/whos-afraid-of-tiny-puppy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-6037177865942060630</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T00:00:05.251-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Soft Moss &amp; Sunlight</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/kRUQ2I8mSrI/soft-moss-sunlight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpXAT0XqpfY/TxD8efuvPYI/AAAAAAAABJo/KIBfyq5J9dM/s72-c/Moss%2B%2526%2BSunlight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>Soft moss swims in sunlight&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Glistening like a shiny diamond&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Upon her finger it strikes&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Like a knife within&amp;nbsp;his heart

&amp;nbsp;It shatters&amp;nbsp;his soul&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;From moonlight’s wings&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Its essence soon burns&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Yearning for...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/kRUQ2I8mSrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/soft-moss-sunlight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-3590116047375413063</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T00:03:38.500-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>I'd Rather Have The Personal Robot</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/bTrXlDGciHo/id-rather-have-personal-robot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnuE3agHDjc/Tw-2EY8sKQI/AAAAAAAABJc/-eEb44UyX5o/s72-c/PR2-Robot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>You just can’t escape spam emails or stupidity, no matter how exceptional your filters, and quite honestly, if anyone knows how to dodge the latter, I think I’d pay good, hard-earned money!



&amp;nbsp;Normally my email catches spam, but somehow this doozie went straight to my inbox. After reading it,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/bTrXlDGciHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/id-rather-have-personal-robot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-4435773288550939350</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T22:49:47.435-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><title>Silly Adult - Brains Are For Kids</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/olLFbU1qhH0/silly-adult-brains-are-for-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AtvTXJ5cZc/TwyECG_9xwI/AAAAAAAABIg/sP0YBpcEW6w/s72-c/Bunnies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>&amp;nbsp;My Baby Bunnies

In the summer of 2008, my dog, Kommit, a darling mischievous Boxer, found a bunny nest in the middle of our backyard. I saw her sniffing and pawing at the ground and when I went to investigate her curiosity, I found three tiny bunnies nestled in a hole in the ground. The...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/olLFbU1qhH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/silly-adult-brains-are-for-kids.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-2056154756351452310</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T09:41:02.412-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>The River</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/13wv0fAwVvw/river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqH-2OjWm7E/TwyTNpbPR2I/AAAAAAAABJE/mUgvOC8ge4w/s72-c/River.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>The river’s chorus sings to me

&amp;nbsp;Its cool wings fly to the tunes

&amp;nbsp;That call to my heart

&amp;nbsp;Which beat to the rhythm&amp;nbsp;

Of the age old cry of&amp;nbsp;the river’s refrain












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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/13wv0fAwVvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/river.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-5887697948606621003</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-11T00:32:30.518-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><title>It's Too Heavy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/JiMPtnEnoFQ/its-too-heavy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKGnN5Gnisw/TwyM4kzd1TI/AAAAAAAABIs/_WPjAuOJrLs/s72-c/little-big-man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>Children are very literal and they’re so full of animation and innocence. I’d love to bottle up those uncontaminated emotions and sell them. Wouldn’t Earth be a wonderful place if everyone could experience kindness and enthusiasm?



&amp;nbsp;When my oldest son was about two and a half years old I...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/VEPQbvQlgEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/im-not-that-kind-of-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-4165967176837897152</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-08T14:17:28.547-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Revealed</category><title>Between Hell And Heaven</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/6vyrz2hE27c/between-hell-and-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6usRgt73TyI/TwnknADCsFI/AAAAAAAABII/2vBe4SwJL98/s72-c/Our%2BHouse-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>***This is a writing prompt from BlogHer October’s NaBloPoMo. Posts such as this will be listed under My Life Revealed to give more insight into me, my life and my journey and how I got to where I am today.***








List two things (however close or far) that your current home is...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/6vyrz2hE27c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/between-hell-and-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-2980970047332447285</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-07T12:03:53.192-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Write On Edge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Revealed</category><title>Everyone Deserves A Good-Bye</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/pX6qJ78uqP4/everyone-deserves-good-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>**This week's prompt at Red Writing Hood is to write a piece in which an epitaph (a brief poem or other writing in praise of a deceased person)  features prominently – in 500 words or less. I am over the 500 word limit. I did make a few changes, but feel if I omit anymore it will detract from its...&lt;br/&gt;
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Please Click the Blog Post Title to Continue Reading.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hartsbeat/~4/pX6qJ78uqP4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.hartsbeat.com/2012/01/everyone-deserves-good-bye.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726094983703031160.post-6551248760310310752</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T09:02:19.787-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NaBloPoMo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Children</category><title>Huge Dose Of Mom Guilt</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/hartsbeat/~3/cUP9ahYhJbU/huge-dose-of-mom-guilt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Pamela D. Hart)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo6v6oSwGXc/Twb7jNQNRBI/AAAAAAAABHw/Uiklqgy4Eek/s72-c/screaming.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>I’m not a procrastinator, nor am I lazy, however, with Christmas then New Year’s…well let’s just say that my so-called normal routine went to the way-side and my dry-cleaning sat, stuffed in a bag on my laundry room floor.
Now, you’re probably thinking, What’s the big deal?



&amp;nbsp;Well, the big...&lt;br/&gt;
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