<?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-20343646</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:36:34.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Shna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/shna/blog%20stuff/PICT0002-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20343646.post-113695441085043341</id><published>2006-01-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:40:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.</title><content type='html'>2006 - 30 Things to do this year - In no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint a portrait of my son, husband, self or all three.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a drive in an area near me that I don't know well. Explore. Throw the map out the window.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a guided tour of the town where I live.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish all my scrapbook projects.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make an emergency kit for the car. Include all the essentials: flares, bandages, chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;6. Send Valentine's cards to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a scrapbook of a memorable occasion -- a friend's wedding, surprise birthday party or just an evening out.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell a stranger to have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make more of my own cards for birthdays, holidays, etc.&lt;br /&gt;10. Re-read my favorite childhood book. (Bonus points for reading it aloud to The Boy.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Write a thank-you letter to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;12. Spend a whole day doing something fun with The Hubband and the Boy, at a park, the beach or a day trip...whatever stikes our fancy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Clean out my closet; donate everything I haven't worn in the past year to charity.&lt;br /&gt;14. Take my nieces out for ice cream individually. Listen to their problems and take them as seriously as I would my own.&lt;br /&gt;15. Write in my blog more often….every time I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Throw a party and invite everyone I really want to be there. Don't worry about how they'll all mingle.&lt;br /&gt;17. Donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;18. Forgive someone.&lt;br /&gt;19. Buy a piece from a struggling artist. It could be worth a lot someday.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have my friends over to play board games.&lt;br /&gt;21. Go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;22. Become more informed about the local political parties.&lt;br /&gt;23. Vote.&lt;br /&gt;24. Apologize more.&lt;br /&gt;25. Take an art class.&lt;br /&gt;26. Take my Sisters out for dinner, just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;27.  Start exercising at least 2 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Eat healthier.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Read more.&lt;br /&gt;30.  Make a list of everything that I've done and take myself out to dinner to celebrate my accomplishments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20343646-113695441085043341?l=allshna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/feeds/113695441085043341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20343646&amp;postID=113695441085043341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113695441085043341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113695441085043341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-much-time-and-so-little-to-do-wait.html' title='So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.'/><author><name>Shna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/shna/blog%20stuff/PICT0002-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20343646.post-113595682104060065</id><published>2005-11-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:41:52.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow myself to introduce....myself.</title><content type='html'>Peel Me like an Onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name: Shna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth date: March 19, 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthplace: Fredericton, NB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Current Location: Stratford, PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair Color: Blond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height: 5'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zodiac Sign: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your heritage: English, Welsh, Canadian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The shoes you wore today: New Motorcycle-style Shit-Kicker Boots I bought. They were on sale! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your weakness: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your fears: failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your perfect pizza: Pineapple, Bacon and Pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goal you'd like to achieve: My own house with a willow tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your most overused phrase on MSN or Chat? totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first waking thoughts: Where's The Boy? Oh there he is. *Get off of me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your best physical feature: my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your most missed memory: spending time with my Grampie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke! Coke! Coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's ... love those fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single or group dates: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adidas or Nike: neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: water, I hate iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: none, don't drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoke: no, gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuss: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing: Yes, loudly and off-key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a shower everyday: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think you've been in love: I am in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to go to college: Yes... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liked high school: Only the last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to get married: I am married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get motion sickness: once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think you're attractive: My god I am the most beautiful person you will ever meet, don't you know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think you're a health freak: Health (no) Freak (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get along with your parent(s): Yep, love em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like thunderstorms: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play an instrument: Nope, Took piano lessons but quit. Played the flute in middle school but only for half a year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER SIX&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoked: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made Out: oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone on a date: Yes The Hubband took me to see Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone to the mall: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Surprisingly no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaten sushi: nope, don't like it much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been on stage: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been dumped: I'd like to think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone skating: Sadly I can't skate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made homemade cookies: yep, love making cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone skinny dipping: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dyed your hair: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stolen Anything: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yeah strip poker once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If so, was it mixed company: 2 girls, 2 boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yep, some in high school but mostly at College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been called a tease: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotten beaten up: I usually do the beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoplifted: Yeah, when I was 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age you hope to be married: I was married at 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ages and Names of Children: 2, The Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: Friends &amp;amp; Family- HUGE party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you want to die: I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: If I ever grow up I would like to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What country would you most like to visit: England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAYER NINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: Outside Family- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of CDs that I own: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of piercings: none, had my ears done but let them grow over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of tattoos: Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: maybe 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of scars on my body: 4- one from a particularly nasty encounter with the business end of a 2x4 with a nail in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: none come to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20343646-113595682104060065?l=allshna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/feeds/113595682104060065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20343646&amp;postID=113595682104060065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113595682104060065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113595682104060065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/2005/11/allow-myself-to-introducemyself.html' title='Allow myself to introduce....myself.'/><author><name>Shna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/shna/blog%20stuff/PICT0002-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20343646.post-113595829625893742</id><published>2005-11-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:58:16.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to be predictable, but I don't give a shit!</title><content type='html'>My profile was a little too long so I deleted most of it, however, I liked it so I am putting it here.&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to. You can't change my mind. I'm not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world my name is Shanna, but I prefer Shna... that is what my minions call me. Or rather what they would call me if I had any. I have one husband (that's one too many! har de har) and one son. They are called Babe and The Boy, respectively. I would tell you their real names but honestly I don't have the time to remember EVERYONES name! I am an avid drinker, reader, professional topless dancer, thinker of thoughts, writer of words that make little sense, yodeler, ravenous eater of all things food, and a part-time hand model. Ok, now for the general stuff. I live in Charlottetown PEI (love it here) and I am from a tiny, tiny, tiny town in NB. I have 2 sisters, Kim and Laine, and one imaginary friend, Gerald. Kim is somewhat normal, I am not and Laine is downright insane. She also has a &lt;a href="http://www.lyn1million1million1million.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; but I wouldn't go there unless you enjoy lobotomies. I have few friends...wait did I say few? I meant a Huge, unimaginable number of friends far too numerous to mention. Two that I WILL mention are Joan and Heather. They are awesome. That is all I will say about them except this...Joan has a blog that is &lt;a href="http://www.joanreid.blogspot.com"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt;. Heather also has a blog that is &lt;a href="http://www.heatherandthechocolatefactory.blogspot.com"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt;. Well that about sums it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20343646-113595829625893742?l=allshna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/feeds/113595829625893742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20343646&amp;postID=113595829625893742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113595829625893742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20343646/posts/default/113595829625893742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allshna.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-to-be-predictable-but-i-dont.html' title='I hate to be predictable, but I don&apos;t give a shit!'/><author><name>Shna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/shna/blog%20stuff/PICT0002-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
