<?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-7914960078232099639</id><updated>2012-02-13T12:04:50.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGee its Pamela Marie:</title><subtitle type='html'>The Eternal Nerd Child</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-5659375226761657724</id><published>2011-11-10T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:26:23.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist Bliss.</title><content type='html'>It has recently come to my attention that I have a lot of playlists. That in itself is totally normal, right? Hold your horses. I happen to have playlists for just about every conceivable occasion. If it's likely to be one of my life's daily occurrences, I have a corresponding playlist to accompany it. You still might be thinking, well that's not so weird, Pamela. Why are you such an exaggerator? Be quiet and let me finish, will you. The weirdness isn't in how many playlists I have, but the fact that I have one for everything. Yes. Everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my abridged list of playlists below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Waking up&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Shitty day at work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Dancing in my panties&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Yoga&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Painting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; I'm feeling epic&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; It's raining outside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Roadtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Working out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; I have to pee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Having drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which is sometimes but not always followed by:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Making out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which is also sometimes but not always followed by:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; More than making out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Holiday playlists&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Playlists by genre&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; You've pissed me off and I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; I miss you terribly&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; I'm at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Secret playlist of music I would die if anyone knew that I listened to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpsVixLKhOM/TrwItyF62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/obXIA8Q0tlM/s1600/Evidence.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpsVixLKhOM/TrwItyF62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/obXIA8Q0tlM/s400/Evidence.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep going, but you get the picture. I love music. It makes me happy. And adding it to all of my life's silly moments makes them feel almost magical. What would be weird for me would be walking around, all zombie like in a silent little world with no playlists to speak of. Like a movie with no sound track. I'm not interested in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914960078232099639-5659375226761657724?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/5659375226761657724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/11/playlist-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/5659375226761657724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/5659375226761657724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/11/playlist-bliss.html' title='Playlist Bliss.'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpsVixLKhOM/TrwItyF62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/obXIA8Q0tlM/s72-c/Evidence.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-3930975429386178723</id><published>2011-10-04T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:10:35.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Beach</title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; the beach. I was born on an island and have visited one regularly since I was in the womb. &lt;i&gt;Literally&lt;/i&gt;.  It completes me. So one of my favorite parts about being at the beach is searching for perfect little shells to take home to remind me that I was at the beach so that I can sit and look at them while pondering when I will be back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fortbragg.com/sites/default/files/FORT%20BRAGG%20GLASS%20BEACH.jpg?1313249600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://www.fortbragg.com/sites/default/files/FORT%20BRAGG%20GLASS%20BEACH.jpg?1313249600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that the BEST finds are the pieces of glass that are smooth and shiny because they've had a few good rounds in the ocean. Which is whyyyy I yelped audibly in my cubicle when I came across Glass Beach in Fort Bragg, California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unfinishedman.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/045-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://www.unfinishedman.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/045-1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1949, Glass Beach was a public dump where people saw fit to get rid of all kinds of garbage. Today, it looks like something that's been PhotoShopped. Where there was once a pile of old cans, spare tires, and glass bottles now sits a glittering, multi-colored beach. I want to see it person, BAD. Real BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my heart smile at the fact that a place best known as a dumping ground could transform into something so undeniably beautiful. I will see this in person one day. 8)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/27/78/88/glass-beach-during-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/27/78/88/glass-beach-during-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass Beach:&lt;br /&gt;End of West Elm Street at Old Haul Road; Park at end of Elm and walk to beach&lt;br /&gt;Fort Bragg, CA 95437&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914960078232099639-3930975429386178723?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3930975429386178723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/10/glass-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/3930975429386178723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/3930975429386178723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/10/glass-beach.html' title='Glass Beach'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-6658402608652583322</id><published>2011-06-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:05:23.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Party Rocking</title><content type='html'>OK. I am obsessed with this video, but more importantly, with shuffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In my cubicle&lt;br /&gt;-In the line at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;-While I'm driving&lt;br /&gt;-On my to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;-In the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY DAY I'M SHUFFLIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KQ6zr6kCPj8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914960078232099639-6658402608652583322?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/6658402608652583322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry-for-party-rocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/6658402608652583322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/6658402608652583322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry-for-party-rocking.html' title='Sorry for the Party Rocking'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KQ6zr6kCPj8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-3494336120837881406</id><published>2011-05-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:55:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Evolution</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to go scuba diving to see some of the most beautiful reefs in the world like, to Fiji, or Australia, or maybe this little place I've heard of called Hawaii. Sooo... when I came across these images, needless to say, I decided to tack it on to my Scuba To Do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silent Evolution is a collection of 400 life size human sculptures created by artist, Jason deCaires Taylor. It was lowered about 30 feet below sea level on November 27, 2010 in the shallow and crystal-clear waters of The National Marine Park of Cancun, Mexico, making it easily accessible to divers and tourists. Not only is this artist-made reef incredible to behold, but it also encourages the growth of marine life (which I fully support &amp;#9775;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing would it be to experience this at night by the light of a full moon?! The image of all of those sculptures staring back at me with empty eyes is enough to make me jumpy just sitting here in my brightly lit cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_VH9xbwwOQ/Tcv-LOsf_JI/AAAAAAAAABA/toz-lwWnRTM/s1600/Capture1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_VH9xbwwOQ/Tcv-LOsf_JI/AAAAAAAAABA/toz-lwWnRTM/s400/Capture1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Z7JrCOe6Yo/Tcv-PYXmxrI/AAAAAAAAABI/KT6TfRJRSsA/s1600/Capture2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="269" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Z7JrCOe6Yo/Tcv-PYXmxrI/AAAAAAAAABI/KT6TfRJRSsA/s400/Capture2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/doWAVOq7th0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914960078232099639-3494336120837881406?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/3494336120837881406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/silent-evolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/3494336120837881406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/3494336120837881406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/silent-evolution.html' title='The Silent Evolution'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_VH9xbwwOQ/Tcv-LOsf_JI/AAAAAAAAABA/toz-lwWnRTM/s72-c/Capture1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-7346879717243501807</id><published>2011-05-11T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T07:35:08.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates</title><content type='html'>I love elephants. They might, in fact, be my favorite animal. :) I also love art and painting. Put those 2 simple things together and you'll find my new obsession: Elephants that paint. Let me preface these photos by saying that to paint with an elephant would satisfy my soul. I am also not embarrassed to admit that I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; purchase one of these paintings without any hesitation. If I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; hesitate, it would only be because I see a chain on the elephants below which worries me. Why can't an elephant be free to roam around and maybe paint if and when they feel like it? But I digress. The point is, that these are elephants that paint, and quite well I might add by anyone's standards, not just for an elephant. I find it simply:  Amazing. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/052010/an_elephant_that_paints_5.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/7914960078232099639-7346879717243501807?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/7346879717243501807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/soul-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/7346879717243501807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/7346879717243501807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/soul-mates.html' title='Soul Mates'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914960078232099639.post-2969905047415877543</id><published>2011-05-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:22:47.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iPypWdiC06c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to the big guy in the little bikini. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914960078232099639-2969905047415877543?l=sheblogshere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/feeds/2969905047415877543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/2969905047415877543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914960078232099639/posts/default/2969905047415877543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheblogshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>Pamela Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07163018328610033289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iPypWdiC06c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
