<?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-1220674552451969595</id><updated>2011-08-09T08:28:45.627-04:00</updated><category term='Quotes'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Sweeter Side'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Mrs. Olson'/><category term='Self Learning'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='books'/><category term='Gratitude Attitude'/><title type='text'>For Twizzler My Kitkat</title><subtitle type='html'>A Toast to the Sweeter Side of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1084825505325757955</id><published>2010-11-11T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:31:11.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting take on animal rights</title><content type='html'>I came upon a blog with an interesting post on animal rights. Really good. I say read it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thalesianfools.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-up-gluttony-part-ii.html"&gt;Animal Rights Post&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/1220674552451969595-1084825505325757955?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1084825505325757955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/11/interesting-take-on-animal-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1084825505325757955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1084825505325757955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/11/interesting-take-on-animal-rights.html' title='An interesting take on animal rights'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-632220842315243670</id><published>2010-08-09T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:34:34.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Paroxysmal Tachycardia...wait its a fun post</title><content type='html'>Uh, apparently there is a disease called...&lt;em&gt;read title&lt;/em&gt;...and it is "very common, but really scary when it happens." What is it, you ask? Are you sitting down? It is The Fear of Impending Doom. Yes, I'm serious. There is a name for such a feeling that has been given the title of a medical condition. I'm sure there are other absurd conditions to ease the mind of hypochondriacs around the world, but I'm having a laugh over this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did not find any medical reference to....the title....as The Fear of Impending Doom, I still found it very funny. I found it on a site dedicated to the biography of Nick Rhodes (Duran Duran). He supposedly suffered from this condition in a Rock Star's version of a college student's all-nighter. I like to call it the all-weeker! I don't know! This post is sooo non-sensical. It's absolutely curious. Its renduculous. Its, its, its.... I don't know...fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. August 10th is National Duran Duran Appreciation Day. So turn up the 80's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-632220842315243670?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/632220842315243670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/08/paroxysmal-tachycardiawait-its-fun-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/632220842315243670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/632220842315243670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/08/paroxysmal-tachycardiawait-its-fun-post.html' title='Paroxysmal Tachycardia...wait its a fun post'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-787895112018598235</id><published>2010-06-08T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:20:23.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about the song by Jem---no not the cartoon girl from the early 80's. The artist. Which makes her name all that more cool to me because I remember the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmYU4CeuZQ0"&gt;"Jem and the Holograms."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Woooahhh Jeeeeem is truly outrageous, truly, truly, truly outrageous.... &lt;/i&gt;This is an amazing song and the title is befitting. I love it. Oddly enough, I heard it while using the bathroom in a Sheetz near my job ( I know--TMI). But thats part of the amazing-ness of this post's purpose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Purpose: Of course, seeing my present predicament at the time in Sheetz, I was not fully paying attention to the lyrics of this song. I just thought, "this sounds cool." And I had been previously listening to a song by the &lt;a href="http://www.recessmonkeytown.com/"&gt;Recess Monkeys&lt;/a&gt; (Children's Music), thinking how it would be cool as background music to a home video. That's kinda what appealed to me about this song. I came home and fell asleep, no longer thinking of Jem. I woke up wanting to post a book report on another blog of mine. Instead, I youtube'd this song. Amazingly enough, I received hits for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0gUjYis_t"&gt;When You Say Nothing at All by Alison Krauss or original artist.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; Whatever&lt;/i&gt;. I then seen this name Jem and clicked it. Of course &lt;b&gt;my attraction&lt;/b&gt; had been because of Cartoon Jem. &lt;i&gt;This gets weirder and weirder to me.&lt;/i&gt;  I remembered this song with ease. &lt;i&gt;Now mind you, I have been trying to remember a jazz trio for a week now.&lt;/i&gt; Anyways, I find the song, think cool I found it and then it hit me--- or they hit me---the lyrics. Its about going after your dreams, taking control of your own life, your own personal power within to accomplish anything---all that I've been reading about. Its like this is what I'm searching for, telling people about, and then &lt;b&gt;The Law of Attraction&lt;/b&gt; sends it right back to me! &lt;b&gt;It's Amazing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its amazing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its amazing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All that you can do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its amazing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Makes my heart sing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now its up to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ecdVEtYIK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ecdVEtYIK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-787895112018598235?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/787895112018598235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/787895112018598235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/787895112018598235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-5765397577576538627</id><published>2010-06-05T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:03:38.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>My Weather-ality</title><content type='html'>I took a silly quiz about my personality being a weather description. And I was SUNNY. Read on:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;You Are Sunny&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are an upbeat, positive person who refuses to get too down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;You realize that life is short, and you know you're going to try to have as much fun as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to laugh, play, and love every day. You believe that happiness is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;You take your responsibilities seriously, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-5765397577576538627?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5765397577576538627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-weather-ality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5765397577576538627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5765397577576538627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-weather-ality.html' title='My Weather-ality'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-362524235100565904</id><published>2010-06-05T18:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:57:50.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>When you talk to a stranger---or a new friend</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with, hopefully, a new friend today. We had interesting conversation, to say the least. And she helped me view myself in a different light. Sometimes we go through life viewing our personal problems/issues as mere "stains on our shirts." &lt;i&gt;Something to ignore, get over, ya know?&lt;/i&gt; We don't stop to think how they affect our appearance, &lt;i&gt;our self&lt;/i&gt;, to others. Then you meet a stranger and you casually talk about your stain. They give you a fresh perspective. Something your usual contacts overlook because they know you so well already. I've just had that experience today. I discussed my bitches about my life. My new friend pointed in new directions for me to go about solving them. Not as in new avenues to travel, but new ways of viewing my current bitches. Which then led to some "ahh-ha's" and "I see's" that helped me understand why I may have been failing to solve my problems. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point? Talk to someone you don't know very well, thats trustworthy, to get a fresh outlook. Meet new people. Get a therapist. Never give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-362524235100565904?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/362524235100565904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-talk-to-stranger-or-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/362524235100565904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/362524235100565904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-talk-to-stranger-or-new.html' title='When you talk to a stranger---or a new friend'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-6463251706171839880</id><published>2010-06-02T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:51:16.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Have You Heard of All Those Crazy Holidays?</title><content type='html'>It seems everyday--almost--is a holiday. I've known about this craze for a while, back when I was writing a newsletter for a group of friends. I've learned that not many people know about all the celebrations. Personally, I think it's an awesome idea: a reason to celebrate and be happy (about &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;). Celebrating life everyday is a sure-fire way to get a positive attitude. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may ask, "Why?" I ask, &lt;i&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/i&gt; You'd be surprised how this little adjustment in questioning can change your outlook on something. Especially, when raising children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatcha waiting on? Get started---I know you're curious. Here's a shove in the right direction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.brownielocks.com/june.html"&gt;Brownielocks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.gone-ta-pott.com/"&gt;Gone-ta-pott!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.healthfinder.gov/nho/nho.asp#m5"&gt;Health Observations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.dailyholidays.net/"&gt;Daily Holidays!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just to get you started. A big name in this business is &lt;a href="http://www.mhprofessional.com/?page=/mhp/categories/chases/content/about_chases.htm"&gt;Chase's Calender of Events&lt;/a&gt;. You can buy it for 75 bucks! Or go to your local library and see if they have last year's edition. Be sure to research each holiday you may find on a site, or even several sites. Thats how I decide if a holiday is "for real." Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-6463251706171839880?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6463251706171839880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-heard-of-all-those-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/6463251706171839880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/6463251706171839880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-heard-of-all-those-crazy.html' title='Have You Heard of All Those Crazy Holidays?'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1732214596827233662</id><published>2010-05-09T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:04:19.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>Oh, this is too weird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I was blog surfing--ya know, trying to find some other interesting bloggers to follow---when I seen a blog for ....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt;.... "Legacy of Lady J." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*car tires screeching to a halt, record scratching, ...* &lt;/span&gt;What the? Another lady J? So, am I jealous? No. Am I like a cat---&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmrrrrow?&lt;/span&gt; No. What am I? EXCITED! I love it! So, now I'm following her blog. AND! She's a fellow blogger. Too cool. So, check her out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacy-of-ladyj.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://legacy-of-ladyj.blogspot.com/&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/1220674552451969595-1732214596827233662?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1732214596827233662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-this-is-too-weird.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1732214596827233662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1732214596827233662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-this-is-too-weird.html' title='Oh, this is too weird...'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-3500752619699425283</id><published>2009-08-23T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:55:42.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Hey, Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have been NOT around. I have had so much going on. Work, kids, hubby out of town, yadda,, yadda. Plus I got pregnant and miscarried. A lot of stuff, folks. Now, I have been thinking about school again and writing a book. You know, I don't know what I want to do, but survive. No, I want to do more than survive. My life is so...idk...just life. I want to know the meaning of it all. Is that ever possible? It would suck to never know--or yet worse, to know at the end. I bought a Phish CD for the first time ever. I dig them. Why didn't I look into them sooner? I heard of them when I was younger, but never interested. Boy, did I miss something.  And I just watched a clip on youtube from David Letterman about the group. The CD I bought was their last CD because they had just announced (in 2004) that they were no longer performing together as a group. Talk about being late for something (a fad). The CD I bought has an intro titled Scents and Subtle Sounds. There is also a track titled the same. I love the intro version. Its so on-point to what I am about right now. Which, by the way is confusing to me. So its just a tip to the iceberg, but it explains a lot. I found the intro version on youtube. And for your enjoyment it goes into the actual song. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyxTkUETA9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyxTkUETA9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-3500752619699425283?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3500752619699425283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3500752619699425283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3500752619699425283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-where-have-i-been.html' title='Hey, Where have I been?'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-2289264926622200026</id><published>2009-05-29T22:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:43:24.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>I like Jerks</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to see that a long and tired phase of Hip Hop is passing by. And I was wondering, just the other day, when baggy pants would go out of style. Thank you. I still see sagging though--just no bagging. It looks like the 80's has hit this area too. I'm not complaining. I love the 80's. I loved baggy pants too, but it was getting old. And no, the 80's are not old--its coming back. I really like the Jerk style. It's Emo and Hip Hop. Punk. 80's. Just plain ol' new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to &lt;a href="http://infamissbobb.tumblr.com/post/114954727/cali-love"&gt;the infamiss bobb blog&lt;/a&gt;, there is some JERK thing going on in California. I have to agree with her: Whatever it is, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out his cute shaved eyebrows. Reminds me of Middle School. And so does that name New Boyz--like New Kids.... I feel like a teeny bopper again. I can't wait to hear this up in the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhN8Q04o1jN1U9TG0x"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhN8Q04o1jN1U9TG0x" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-2289264926622200026?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2289264926622200026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-jerks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2289264926622200026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2289264926622200026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-jerks.html' title='I like Jerks'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-6299887625033622903</id><published>2009-05-29T21:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:00:36.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Other Blogs and Being Jaded</title><content type='html'>I have been looking over other blogs--and following many of them. I find them chock full of ideas. I just love how now-a-days one can just find so many ideas and thoughts, and people putting themselves out there (for real or for show) at the tip of your fingers. I know, that reference was so cliche. But, I don't care. It's how I feel. And speaking of how I feel and cliche, I have been feeling jaded lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that term so many times and never understood it. I have tried to use it, but it never felt right--until I was actually jaded. Now, I know. Sometimes you don't know something until you are something. Or is that always the case; and we as know-it-all's think a book or dictionary or college degree enables to know without being. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Being jaded means.... and I know this because I read the definition in Websters new Slang Dictionary."&lt;/span&gt;  The weird thing is I was sitting on my porch feeling all--well jaded--and that is exactly what thought popped into my head when I was trying to understand the way I felt inside. And it was like "I feel so jaded. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jaded&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you feel jaded lately, Lady J."&lt;/span&gt; Ooh, that's a tongue twister: jaded lately lady j, jaded lately lady j. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, back to normal&lt;/span&gt;. Because I feel everything is on me. Or against me. Well, not against me, just not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; me. And maybe not on me, just there in my way. A "why me" complex. Which is bad. That is victim thinking. And for those of you who know me, I have been in a positive flow. I have been trying to do self-learning and discovering. I want to know the "what else is out there." And victim thinking is not going to get me there. In the middle of my delayed Quarter-life Crisis, this is the one thing I have learned. Life is what you believe it to be. Whether by Law of Attraction, Self Fulfilling Prophecy, Thought Patterns, whatever. Being Jaded is accepting the blah. And I don't want blah. I want "Ahh" Like angels singing, the ultimate life revelation, the I see the light. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; for once, can I type something without fucking up the words "the" and "and" throughout the entire thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jaded"&gt;Urban Dictionary Def for Jaded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they got it. Again, it's hard to know jaded until you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song/lyric video that totally gets what I feel. And conveniently, it uses "jaded".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpv_Eze4lMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpv_Eze4lMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-6299887625033622903?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6299887625033622903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-blogs-and-being-jaded.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/6299887625033622903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/6299887625033622903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-blogs-and-being-jaded.html' title='Other Blogs and Being Jaded'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-5390203512901170068</id><published>2009-05-26T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:10:01.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>Interesting take on Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have been dabbling in the idea of Law of Attraction. I find the concept believable, but hard to practice. I follow Jonathan Fields on Twitter. He has his own blog (Asleep @the Wheel). Recently, he posted an interesting take on the Law of Attraction. His take on it reminds me of Tony Robbins. Hope you find this helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do not agree or disagree fully with the LOA--I'm testing the waters. Like I said, I do find it believable, but I'm not sure the results are as miraculous. In that aspect, I agree with JF--its self-motivation at work. But only God knows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonathanfields.com/blog/ive-got-a-secret-the-law-of-attraction-is-a-lie/"&gt;http://www.jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonathanfields.com/blog/ive-got-a-secret-the-law-of-attraction-is-a-lie/"&gt;nathanfields.com/blog/ive-got-a-secret-the-law-of-attraction-is-a-lie/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-5390203512901170068?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5390203512901170068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-take-on-law-of-attraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5390203512901170068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5390203512901170068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-take-on-law-of-attraction.html' title='Interesting take on Law of Attraction'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4038340060009209533</id><published>2009-05-26T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:31:02.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>Shadow Painting</title><content type='html'>I came across this guy's youtube video. I love it. It's simple, sweet, fun, and ...life at it's best. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5ApXlV4uj4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5ApXlV4uj4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some other funny videos from this guy just living and loving life. Hey, if he can find something to be happy about so can you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOx-gqoB2Nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOx-gqoB2Nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love This Guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwqC_APnynQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwqC_APnynQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4038340060009209533?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4038340060009209533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadow-painting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4038340060009209533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4038340060009209533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadow-painting.html' title='Shadow Painting'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-2510486919458741237</id><published>2009-05-18T19:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:59:28.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Reap What You Sow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want to talk about the Positive Affirmation for today that I have on the left side of my blog (its a box after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twizzler&lt;/span&gt; explanation). If you are not reading on Monday, May 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: The PA says "Reap What You Sow." In other words: you get what you plant, you get what you give, and other such phrases. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I thought....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about this because I feel cheated at work. I was not able to get my food discount today (or for the rest of this week, for that matter) because I did not do my deep clean last week. Its a rule, so why whine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or whinge?)&lt;/span&gt; if I break the rule and get reprimanded?   First, I do it 95% of the time. Second, I've been bringing my lunch and didn't have the time to prep today. It's like I forgot to bring it just so I could be told my problem. Because I would have never noticed the tiny sign with my name on it that is beside all the other signs which regularly loiter in this area.  And third, they decided to enforce the rule on the week I honestly forget to do it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on!&lt;/span&gt;  I've been a bit bummed about it and wanted to rebel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, Lady J how old are you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, I came to blog about the PA because when I read it at first, I was like, "Duh, we hear this all the time, but is it not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You reap what you sow?"  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it is. Usually, you read or hear "You reap what you sow." As in, you get what you give, etc, etc... "So why is this one different?", I thought. That,my friends, is what is so important here. Instead of warning you, this phrase is telling you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. Reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it? Reap what you sow. Now do what you have done--experience it to its fullest. Cause and Effect. The ripples in the pond have returned to you, my friend. And that is exactly what has happened to me. I resisted and I received resistance. I don't like doing deep cleans so I put it off until the last minute. And sometimes I run out of time-- forgetting when there is no room to forget. In turn, my manager "resisted" giving me a discount. I didn't pay much for my meal, by all means, but I did learn a lesson today. You really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where in your life are you putting up resistance, or being lazy,or being doubtful? Be careful or you may not like how your reaping turns out. It's like the old saying goes, "You've made your bed, now lay in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-2510486919458741237?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2510486919458741237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/reap-what-you-sow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2510486919458741237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2510486919458741237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/reap-what-you-sow.html' title='Reap What You Sow'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-112122685763556340</id><published>2009-05-17T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:21:00.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is my Papa's birthday! He would be 78 years old. I love him so much. I wish he was here so I could tell him.  And I still hold the day special, even if he is not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And in honor of his birthday I will write one of his favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"It's better to be pissed off than pissed on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tony Romano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1220674552451969595-112122685763556340?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/112122685763556340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-papa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/112122685763556340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/112122685763556340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-papa.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1730070391620030036</id><published>2009-05-17T18:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:15:31.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude Attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>$20 Meal--for someone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No, this is not a contest thingy. It's about an incident that happened to me a few months ago. I just forgot to blog about it. It is where I paid $20 for someone Else's meal--unwillingly. Yep, I got jipped instead of tipped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewind to the night before. I was at Wally World and a cute little journal-type notebook was placed into my buggy. And I walked out with it. When I noticed, I chose not to return it. Hey, the alarm didn't sound, so I thought it was a freebie. This story is just part of my bigger story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the day of the $20 meal: I wait tables at a local diner. I agreed to wait at a different location than my home store. I got my tickets mixed up and gave the wrong ticket to the jippers. They ended up paying only $15 something for their meal when it was $34 something! The rule is if the mistake is yours then you have to pay. Not food mistakes--unless its a habit. Only if its a mistake made by you that could be avoided. This was such a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I paid the fee. I knew it was my fault, so I couldn't argue. I then began to wonder "Why me?" Was it the notebook I ripped off of WM? Was it because I didn't go to Church on Good Friday? Was it because they needed it more than me? Whatever it was, I finally soothed myself with one thought: It was just $20. I'm not poor, living on the street and I will survive. It was just $20. It's not like $100 or $1000---just $20. I can survive this loss. And that was comforting in and of itself. I can survive a $20 loss. I'm that fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel that if it cost me $20 to learn a lesson about being fortunate, then it was a lesson well paid for. And cheaply too, I might add!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-1730070391620030036?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1730070391620030036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-meal-for-someone-else.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1730070391620030036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1730070391620030036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-meal-for-someone-else.html' title='$20 Meal--for someone else'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4852282844810021513</id><published>2009-05-11T21:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:04:35.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>To Whinge or Whine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whinge: I always thought my grandfather had made this word up--a screw up of whine. Actually, he was right all along. I'm finding that to be the case more and more these days. Check it out on &lt;a href="http://mw1.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwod.pl"&gt;Merriam Webster Word of the Day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4852282844810021513?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4852282844810021513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-whinge-or-whine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4852282844810021513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4852282844810021513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-whinge-or-whine.html' title='To Whinge or Whine...'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-3641385565043486931</id><published>2009-05-11T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:58:42.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>The Lioness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/SgjXwR0sbWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xI2yPBS4vos/s1600-h/wall01_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/SgjXwR0sbWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xI2yPBS4vos/s320/wall01_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334750983038463330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;strong and mighty&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;ready to take charge&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;capable of providing for my family&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;comfortable with my sexiness&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;hear me roar&lt;br /&gt;I am a lioness&lt;br /&gt;my cubs think I am their personal jungle gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-3641385565043486931?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3641385565043486931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lioness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3641385565043486931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3641385565043486931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lioness.html' title='The Lioness'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/SgjXwR0sbWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xI2yPBS4vos/s72-c/wall01_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4212361948945689332</id><published>2009-03-24T23:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:06:15.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>My Day at PSC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The visit to Piedmont Surgical Center was a great experience--Thank you Robert and staff! Everyone there was extremely nice. They were all so patient with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious interruption&lt;/span&gt; of a visitor to the back of house. I have to say, I feel safe now knowing how sanitary everything is kept. I was only allowed to view from a certain distance, but still got to see enough to know how close Surgical Techs are to the operation. RIGHT THERE! Hands on! A surg. tech assists the surgeon. And not just, "Scalpel." Both techs I had the luxury to see were using these mini-fork looking things (I can't remember the name) to hold back the skin and flesh. All while the surgeon cut the patient. It was exciting. Yes, and gross. But, you don't think, "Yum," when you handle raw chicken the first time either. Or any time, actually. It was a great expereince. And it did not scare me away. So, after checking out some RN Programs, I'll decide on what my next move is. A lady at PSC advised me on RN programs at GTCC or Winston State since I already have a BIO background. We'll see. I'm excited, none the less. A lesson learned, a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4212361948945689332?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4212361948945689332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-day-at-psc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4212361948945689332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4212361948945689332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-day-at-psc.html' title='My Day at PSC'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4860487659177086917</id><published>2009-03-24T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:36:16.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ok, I came across Awesome Blogger last night in my search of things. It was a vlog about personal blogging vs personal branding. I found it helpful to my new blognessness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tongue twister&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways. I've been thinking about what I want this blog to be---a journal online or something to attract others to myself. Right now I only have two followers--one of my BFF's Melissa (who hasn't done anything to her site!) and some chick named Poison Ivy who loves to write poetry and be cynical. I've actually become good friends with her. My other BFF Karen won't get on here--she's a paranoid freak, but I love her. I can see her on Facebook. She's always blowing it up (to rephrase a friend of mine named Shawn). Anyways for all my loyal fans, I shall return........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4860487659177086917?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4860487659177086917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4860487659177086917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4860487659177086917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-34456043664138225</id><published>2009-03-24T00:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:19:49.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>Fire is Contagious</title><content type='html'>I have to say that whatever is burning up Poison Ivy is totally inspiring me to blog, blog, double blog (or triple blog in this case). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note: Do not burn Poison Ivy it is dangerous to your health and those around you. Literally, and metaphorically for Dirtbag and Bucky.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways. I found this awesome post, while reading Jamie Varon's post on &lt;a href="http://www.intersectedblog.com/10-ways-to-boldly-market-yourself/"&gt;"10 Ways to Boldly Market Yourself."&lt;/a&gt; by the way, this is also the same article I have found the other sites for my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is by &lt;a href="http://mckinneyoatescereal.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/walk-the-talk/"&gt;Marie Kinney-Oates&lt;/a&gt;. It is essentially about listening to your heart. Following your dreams. Not Giving up. As I read the article, a haunting feeling came over me. I have heard this message before. Not the "follow your dream" part. No, the other message in her post----the Law of Attraction. She didn't advocate this in anyway, mind you. It's just a message&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I personally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote from her article a bit to make my point: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all taken from Marie Kinney-Oates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny thing is that people who hide from their heart usually attract others in a similar situation."&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe he listened because this is the first time you were following your own advice,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messages: &lt;a href="http://www.louisehay.com/about/index.php"&gt;What you give out is what you get&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Attraction"&gt;Law of Attraction&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/tony_robbins_asks_why_we_do_what_we_do.html"&gt;Energy follows Focus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these messages how you like. I'm into learning right now, so I will mention many things that may or may not make sense to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this repeat messaging brings me to another message I have come across--the one that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; haunts me. In Conversations With God, Book 3, it is stated that God is always trying to tell us something. He has done it many ways, by many people. And the sad thing is, we (people), ignore it. I am always receiving the same messages. Just said in different ways, by different people. And the literature or videos, or magazine articles about health that I receive them from are not trying to send the same message. They are just trying to send  a message period, about what they believe in passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then think of &lt;a href="http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/freudian-slip-up.html"&gt;one of my previous posts&lt;/a&gt; about your inner self trying to tell you something. Wake up and listen, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-34456043664138225?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/34456043664138225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-is-contagious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/34456043664138225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/34456043664138225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-is-contagious.html' title='Fire is Contagious'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-289139041855667686</id><published>2009-03-23T23:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:46:09.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>Lady J-san is ready master...</title><content type='html'>They say that when the student is ready, she (or he) searches out the teacher. With that said, while reading the guy online form my previous post, I followed a&lt;a href="http://www.jonathanfields.com/blog/the-life-purpose-lie/"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; on his page. It was about "The Life Purpose Lie." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How interesting.&lt;/span&gt; So I read it. And I liked it. To sum it up, this guy says to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reverse the process.&lt;/span&gt; Instead of finding your life purpose and then doing what you were meant to do, one should do what you are inspired to do and find your purpose along the way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; you ever find it, he says. I like this POV. Especially, the whole "evolving" way he puts our way through life. We evolve and so our purpose does too. Maybe purpose is just living our best. This whole idea ties into many of the ideas I have run across: The Why Cafe, Conversations With God Book 3, and even flowdreaming and Louise Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learned form these two articles? A lot. But what, exactly, you wonder. Well, not to stress over purpose. My purpose is to live. I want to live my best and so I am searching for ways to learn myself. What better way to live than to know myself and what I want out of life? What's important to me? What do I want to achieve? Who do I want to impact? What do I want to teach my children? How do I want to be remembered? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to type without making so many typos?&lt;/span&gt; Can you answer these questions? Try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-289139041855667686?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/289139041855667686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-j-son-is-ready-master.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/289139041855667686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/289139041855667686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-j-son-is-ready-master.html' title='Lady J-san is ready master...'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-8207687421757938958</id><published>2009-03-23T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:03:54.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>Life Purpose</title><content type='html'>For those of you who read this, you know I'm really into self-learning. From Abraham to Zen-ness, I want to learn it. I want to find a purpose for my existence--hell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; existence. And while searching, I often wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How will I know when I find It? How will it feel to have found It?"&lt;/span&gt; And then I come across  &lt;a href="http://theconfidenceguyonline.com/2009/03/life-purpose-confidence/"&gt;The Confidence Guy Online&lt;/a&gt; from reading &lt;a href="http://www.intersectedblog.com"&gt;Jamie Varon's&lt;/a&gt; site. He had a great article on one's Life Purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he says not to focus on the purpose, just do what's important to you, what you like. And if you are trying to discover it, do it for the right reasons--he then links you to a site about changing yourself, making yourself better. Which is odd, because that is why I am reading Anthony Robbins hard core lately. So, I'm on the right track, I guess...But I still wanted to know about this feeling of knowing that I finally hit jackpot. Maybe this guy on line has the answer to the big question. And he does. I'll quote it for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...don’t fall into the trap of thinking that it has to be a big, grand, life changing “thing” that puts your whole life into context.  It can be small and quiet and graceful too.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--The Confidence Guy Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, this may not be some big secret or amazing revelation, but it hit home for me. I'm on the right track. And thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please visit his site to enjoy the whole article.&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/1220674552451969595-8207687421757938958?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8207687421757938958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8207687421757938958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8207687421757938958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-purpose.html' title='Life Purpose'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-2934423054779195708</id><published>2009-03-22T00:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:17:15.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>Self Learning Insight for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Click the entry title to check out this great article. How fitting is this article for me because I am not writing the tip myself--I'm just linking you to a site for the info! I'm doing this because I do not feel I have time to do it and do the other things I want to so desperately do! SO enjoy, on someone Else's behalf. But if you decide not to visit the link---and I highly advise that you do---please take this quote from the article to heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU MUST DO SOMETHING EVERY SINGLE DAY TOWARDS ACCOMPLISHING YOUR GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;P.S. just in case the link didn't work in the title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.income.com/blog/2008/12/23/how-to-get-everything-you-want-in-24-hours/"&gt;http://www.income.com/blog/2008/12/23/how-to-get-everything-you-want-in-24-hours&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1220674552451969595-2934423054779195708?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.income.com/blog/2008/12/23/how-to-get-everything-you-want-in-24-hours/' title='Self Learning Insight for Today'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2934423054779195708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2934423054779195708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2934423054779195708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today_22.html' title='Self Learning Insight for Today'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-8654127209806549131</id><published>2009-03-20T18:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:44:57.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>ECSTATIC! X 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I called and made the visit time at Piedmont Surgical Center for Monday!!!! OMG!!!! I'm so excited. Ecstatic. Give Lady J a Hoo-rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wanted to add that I thanked the man for this opportunity and he said "Someone did the same for me when I was your age. And I wanted to pay it forward." Isn't that sweet. See, it's the little things that you do for people that can make a big difference in their lives--and then possibly for somebody else. Unbelievable. I keep coming across this "Sweeter Side of Life" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-8654127209806549131?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8654127209806549131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstatic-x-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8654127209806549131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8654127209806549131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstatic-x-2.html' title='ECSTATIC! X 2'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-2841533775570926637</id><published>2009-03-19T20:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:42:16.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>ECSTATIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am ecstatic! As you can tell by the entry title. WHY? Because, I have been invited by the head Anesthesiologist at Piedmont Surgical Center to "have a look around" and see if I like the idea of being a Surgery Tech. If I do, then I'll get started at GTCC for 1-2 semesters (including a summer term.) I'm so happy about this opportunity. I'll either find a way to fit my BIO degree into a career or I'll learn that ST is not for me. At that point, I'll pursue Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-2841533775570926637?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2841533775570926637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2841533775570926637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2841533775570926637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstatic.html' title='ECSTATIC!'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-3492137388585739997</id><published>2009-03-18T22:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:53.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>A Comment of My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to comment on my last entry: I do not think anyone is a non-deserving dog. The whole picture caught exactly how I felt. Which is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, I should have  a cheeseburger too! What am I, an undeserving cat? Notice me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all. But, I feel better anyway--no more boo-hooing over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-3492137388585739997?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3492137388585739997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/comment-of-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3492137388585739997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3492137388585739997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/comment-of-my-own.html' title='A Comment of My Own'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1260620687627443730</id><published>2009-03-17T20:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:00:08.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Self Learning Insight for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/ScBhBbd73wI/AAAAAAAAADc/K2RHVL2PsHQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you-give-a-cheeseburger-to-the-dog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/ScBhBbd73wI/AAAAAAAAADc/K2RHVL2PsHQ/s400/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you-give-a-cheeseburger-to-the-dog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314354237478264578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, today I was on Facebook. I went to add someone as my friend. I viewed her profile and began hating myself immediately. She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Successful. I envy her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much. I know all this is personal, but bear with me--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going somewhere with it.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm sure you ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't you successful, Lady J?&lt;/span&gt; My first response is NO! I could bring you down with my whys and woes, but I have a better point to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I email my BFF and tell her how much I hate myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(an email with only I hate myself--that actually says a lot)&lt;/span&gt;. Wait, I lied--I did put that I needed to visit my fave affirmation site. It's just all the "I hate myselves" clouded my mind. And so that is exactly what I did &lt;a href="http://www.louisehay.com/affirmations/index.php"&gt;(www.louisehay.com)&lt;/a&gt;. I read the affiramtion and smirked to myself. How odd, it said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I experience love wherever I go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I was hating myself. Exactly the affirmation I needed. But, I didn't get the everywhere I go part--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What, does everyone love me and like me and I'm so happy, yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt; I know, I know, not positive. Then my mom calls. Doesn't that still make you feel like a kid?--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom's calling me.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway. I tell her my situation. She gives me a little pep talk. Again I'm feeling kiddy ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nut shell, she tells me I can't go comparing apples to oranges. I'm successful in areas that [the Facebook character] is not and likewise she is successful in areas that I am not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why does she have to be successful in areas that I want to be successful in too? Whine wine wine, more cheese please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are successful in our own ways. My mom assured me that I am not a failure. And I have many things to be grateful for. Be appreciative. Mom, you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; right. Which brings me back to the affirmation. I get "the wherever I go" part. Wherever&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did you get it too? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I experience love wherever I go&lt;/span&gt;. My success is my own, where I make it, where I want it to be. And I should be grateful. Not worried about FB Character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who don't get affirmations: they are inspirational quotations that you repeat to yourself. In other words you are telling yourself something so much you actually believe it and then it becomes true for you. No, I don't mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to win the lottery. I'm going to win the lottery&lt;/span&gt;."  Its changing your own belief patterns. We all have set ways of thinking. Only, they aren't set. They are only thoughts and thoughts can be changed.  For example, you are always thinking people are against you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My husband feels this way when he is driving---you think I'm kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&gt;:( ). Whenever you get those uncomfortable feelings, thoughts, etc, you repeat an appropriate affirmation until you feel well, balanced, centered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever you want to call it&lt;/span&gt;, again. This works for many situations and emotions. I've been doing some self study lately. And affirmations have been the biggest part, because I had not got the hang of Flowdreaming. I tell you, honestly, I have been feeling so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized this because I was laughing at myself and finding the sweeter side of life.  Like, how I'm a good speller--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just not a good typer (typos), he he.&lt;/span&gt; Wow, this is my longest blog to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-1260620687627443730?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1260620687627443730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1260620687627443730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1260620687627443730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today_17.html' title='Self Learning Insight for Today'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/ScBhBbd73wI/AAAAAAAAADc/K2RHVL2PsHQ/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you-give-a-cheeseburger-to-the-dog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-8123166692151452597</id><published>2009-03-17T00:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:59:52.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>Chick This Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this video! It rocks. I keep coming across the same theme--or thought--in life: The little things in life are what make life so sweet--bearable, downright enjoyable. And I have to say that Chik-Fil-A makes life so sweet, especially that yummy tea. And waffle fries. I prefer the classic sandwich over nuggets. But my kids are all about them. Anyways, I hope this video sweetens things up a bit for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-8123166692151452597?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8123166692151452597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-video-it-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8123166692151452597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8123166692151452597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-video-it-rocks.html' title='Chick This Out'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-3793406431042412146</id><published>2009-03-16T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:34:27.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb79CzrLJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/lu9rmVbuAwc/s1600-h/lately+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb79CzrLJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/lu9rmVbuAwc/s320/lately+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313962835016623522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-3793406431042412146?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3793406431042412146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3793406431042412146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3793406431042412146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb79CzrLJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/lu9rmVbuAwc/s72-c/lately+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1730355298651564335</id><published>2009-03-16T20:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:34:44.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>Sweet Songs of a Blue Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Some things are just so beautiful, you want to share them with everyone you know--or don't. I came across a video about a man who has devoted his time to saving the Blue Bird population. Again, it's the little things that matter so much. Just a little devotion, time, effort from us all would make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.nationalgeographic.com/video/player/flash/syndicatedVideoPlayer.swf" flashvars="vid=bird_blue_nesting" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="400" height="334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-1730355298651564335?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1730355298651564335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-songs-of-blue-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1730355298651564335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1730355298651564335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-songs-of-blue-bird.html' title='Sweet Songs of a Blue Bird'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-3151302216907336905</id><published>2009-03-16T00:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:07:43.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><title type='text'>For the Love of Paper...</title><content type='html'>I have to say that after running out of toilet paper today, I agree with Annie Howes of Etsy. She came to  mind when I realized I loved toilet paper too. You'll have to read her blog entry &lt;a href="http://anniehoweskeepsakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;"3  new reasons to love paper.."&lt;/a&gt; to understand the reference. I said to my husband, who whined about going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now, &lt;/span&gt;"I have to have toilet paper everytime I go to the bathroom--no matter what I do, so I need to go now." It's the little things in life that matter so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-3151302216907336905?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3151302216907336905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-love-of-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3151302216907336905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/3151302216907336905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-love-of-paper.html' title='For the Love of Paper...'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1261130227817791046</id><published>2009-03-14T20:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:39:21.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Self Learning Insight for Today</title><content type='html'>I came across the site of John P. Strelecky. He is the suthor of &lt;strong&gt;The Why Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;. Its seems he helps people find their &lt;em&gt;Purpose For Existing (PFE) &lt;/em&gt;and their &lt;em&gt;Big 5.&lt;/em&gt; The Big 5 is the "five most important things you want to do, see, or experience in your lifetime? The five things that would help you fulfill the very reason why you were born?" You have to be a member of his site to experience the teachings, but I found a few tidbits of interesting info. One is to list your 3 favorite movies of all time. This will give you a deep insight into your Big 5 and PFE. And two is to list what you want in life in 3 1/2 minutes. My three favorite movies of all time--I based this on the fact that I could watch it over and over again and still enjoy it---- Harry Potter (any), Three to Tango, and Nacho Libre. Runner-Ups were Snatch, Detroit Rock City, and The Goonies. But the fact that I put the others first must have significance. I wonder how this works, but I'd have to be a member. And that's not free. :(. What deep insights could I gain from Harry Potter, Three to Tango, and Nacho Libre? I'll be tinkering with that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u5FoUxy9a8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u5FoUxy9a8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-1261130227817791046?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1261130227817791046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1261130227817791046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1261130227817791046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-learning-insight-for-today.html' title='Self Learning Insight for Today'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4936091266340276451</id><published>2009-03-12T21:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:53.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>A New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8OGM6Br1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NRuwlGCLFlQ/s1600-h/ATT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8OGM6Br1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NRuwlGCLFlQ/s200/ATT8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313981585027084114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello everyone! I am here. I need ideas to write about. I've been so busy trying to be new--transforming into a new me. I have been reading Tony Robbins, Louise Hay and I just came across Flowdreaming. And I've been on facebook a lot. Blogging isn't like Facebook, which is more like emailing. You just post and wait. Blogging is making a space that is interesting to many people, people with certain interests. I want to blog. So as I transform myself, I will transform my blog. I was all about NKOTB. A phase of excitement over going to their concert. But I am soo interested in many things. Well, here's to a new me, a new blog, a new way of expressing myself--and discovering what I want to express!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4936091266340276451?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4936091266340276451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-leaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4936091266340276451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4936091266340276451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-leaf.html' title='A New Leaf'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8OGM6Br1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NRuwlGCLFlQ/s72-c/ATT8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4474832876341960391</id><published>2008-08-20T21:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:53.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Why Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8O3Vk7TDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CAr7KDi55Xc/s1600-h/dept61.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8O3Vk7TDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CAr7KDi55Xc/s200/dept61.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313982429168094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read this awesome little book titled "The Why Cafe." It was a very interesting read. An eye opener--or mind opener. In short it's about a guy who ends up in this strange, omniscient cafe. The menu asks 3 questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why are you here?; Are you afraid of death?; Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The menu changes to where it sounds like he is asking himself the questions--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why am I here?, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The book is about finding your purpose. Ask yourself these questions. I did. I'm not sure if I answered the first one, but I'm trying. Its suggested to try different things to see what you are good at and enjoy. That would be your purpose. Anyways, that is what I am doing. I have always loved to write. I want to write professionally for magazines or do novel writing. SO. I am going to practice here. You will see "articles" on my blog. I beg you to respond and criticize me. I need the encouragement and help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4474832876341960391?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4474832876341960391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4474832876341960391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4474832876341960391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-cafe.html' title='The Why Cafe'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/Sb8O3Vk7TDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CAr7KDi55Xc/s72-c/dept61.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-4051740165037819765</id><published>2008-05-04T17:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:37:24.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>A Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's a joke for you told to me by a Mr. Chuck Baker. I know him from the diner.&lt;br /&gt;There was this man who had a pet monkey and he took him to a bar. The bartender told him he could not bring the monkey in, "He''ll cause too much trouble." The man told the bartender, "No, he won't cause any trouble, I promise. He's a good monkey." So after a while the monkey began to run around knocking stuff over, drinking people's drinks, and throwing stuff. Then he went over to the pool table and began throwing the balls onto the floor. All of a sudden he swallowed the cue ball. The bartender got mad and said, "Have you seen what all your monkey has done? He just swallowed our cue ball!" The man apologized, "Just bill me for whatever he has done." A few weeks later the man returned with his pet monkey. The bartender told him he could not bring it into the bar, "You remember what he did last time." The man said, "I promise, he won't do that again." The bartender finally agreed. After a while the monkey began to jump around and bother people. He grabbed a maraschino cherry, stuck it up his ass, and then ate it. The bartender was appalled, "Did you see what your monkey just did? He stuck a cherry up his ass and ate it!" The man shrugged, "Oh, don't worry, he tests everything for size after the cue ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-4051740165037819765?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4051740165037819765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4051740165037819765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/4051740165037819765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke.html' title='A Joke'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-5228382954705570425</id><published>2008-04-30T19:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:41:11.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeter Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Olson'/><title type='text'>Talking with Mrs. Olson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I seen Mrs. Olson at work again---for those of you who don't know, I work in a diner as a waitress. She gave me the heads up on having a good attitude. This is because she says I am always smiling and happy. She says that it is a good thing to be happy and cheerful with others because you can really make someone's day. Somebody might come in to eat and feel down--close to a nervous break down, or feel like they are alone in the world, or have to go home and they don't want to--and by being nice to them, or funny, or cheerful, I could make their lives a little easier. Maybe they can face their problem better, who knows. The point is, you can do a lot, make a difference, with a good attitude. You can make someone's day. And that is why she gave me the head's up, because I told her that she had made my day by coming in. A lady once told her that she [Mrs. Olson] had saved her form a nervous break down by being so cheerful. Mrs. Olson said that was her million bucks and she didn't need to write a poetry book. She just wanted to make people happy. What a lady, that Mrs. Olson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-5228382954705570425?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5228382954705570425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/talking-with-mrs-olson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5228382954705570425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5228382954705570425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/talking-with-mrs-olson.html' title='Talking with Mrs. Olson'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-1294498890166826197</id><published>2008-04-30T18:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:38:46.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Some Vocab For Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have some new vocab that I learned at work: Night Stalker and Shrimping. From what I understand ,shrimping is when a person with a foot fetish goes to the beach to check out feet. Sounds "fishy" to me. Ha Ha! And the way the guys described night stalker, it sounds like a girl that you see after 2 AM and you been drinking and you can't find anyone else. In other words a girl that hasn't been picked up/taken home at the end of the night. She's out stalking for that drunk who'll take her home. She is not all that. So I looked these terms up on my fave hilarious site, www.urbandictionary.com to see what I could find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, shrimping does have something to do with feet---sucking/licking toes, but some freaks have taken it to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; new level. A mighty sick level!&lt;br /&gt;Night Stalker did not have that definition at all. As a matter of fact, I tried to put in the meaning I learned (and found rather funny). We'll see if it goes through approval at UD. My definition doesn't limit it to females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-1294498890166826197?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1294498890166826197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-vocab-for-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1294498890166826197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/1294498890166826197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-vocab-for-ya.html' title='Some Vocab For Ya'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-5302496755332635729</id><published>2008-04-29T21:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:32:48.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Some Learning with Joyce Meyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You all know how I love to focus on one's inner self. Well, today I have some help from Joyce Meyers. Joyce Meyers is a great woman. She loves God, helps people all over the world, I could go on. I receive her news letter in the mail. In it came a little pamphlet on self transformation, having a personality makeover. I'm sure she won't mind if I share this with you. It has three Steps for 4 different areas. I'll go over one area in three steps each day until we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area 1:Unforgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Introspection (looking in)&lt;br /&gt;Think about who has hurt you and that you have not forgiven---be specific. Why have you chosen not to forgive this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Renovation (beginning work) Practice Being Grateful&lt;br /&gt;What has God forgiven you of? Be specific. How does God's forgiveness make you feel? If you'll have a grateful heart, you'll be able to forgive others. In other words, if you can accept God's forgiveness, forgive yourself, then you'll be able to forgive others. And the better you will feel. Holding grudges only hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Transformation (results) Experience Joy&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being able to enjoy every relationship in life, no matter what has happened to you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that made you think. I know this was serious talk, but you can't always be a goof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-5302496755332635729?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5302496755332635729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-learnig-with-joyce-meyers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5302496755332635729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5302496755332635729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-learnig-with-joyce-meyers.html' title='Some Learning with Joyce Meyers'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-8803332762471617326</id><published>2008-04-29T16:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:40:52.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Olson'/><title type='text'>A little word from Mrs. Olson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love you much, I love you mighty&lt;br /&gt;I wish your pajamas were close to my nighty&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be mistaken, Now don't be misled&lt;br /&gt;I mean on the clothesline and not in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-8803332762471617326?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8803332762471617326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-word-from-mrs-olson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8803332762471617326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/8803332762471617326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-word-from-mrs-olson.html' title='A little word from Mrs. Olson'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-2901985842132601161</id><published>2008-04-28T17:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:33:08.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Learning'/><title type='text'>The Freudian Slip-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever wrote something down and it was wrong--misspelled---and then figured out you were writing the wrong thing down anyway? Or you do something wrong only to figure out you should have done something else or that you were forgetting something? Well, I call that a Freudian slip-up. Its your inner-self telling you something isn't right, but it takes a minute for your outer-self to figure it out. It always happens to me and then I'm like, "Oh, I was trying to tell myself the whole time!" Well, my point is: if there is something in your life that keeps messing up, take a look at it and see what your inner-self is trying to tell you. What are you forgetting? What should you be doing differently? Are you doing the right thing at all? Good Luck and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-2901985842132601161?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2901985842132601161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/freudian-slip-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2901985842132601161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/2901985842132601161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/freudian-slip-up.html' title='The Freudian Slip-up'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-9170148519500964145</id><published>2008-04-28T17:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:53.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>The TKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the winner is......The Resistant Bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, what am I talking about----my workout injury, that' s what! I was using my resistant bands (blue and red Gold's Gym brand from Wally world). I stupidly had them hooked onto a plastic over the door hanger/hook thingy. Anyways, to make a long story short---I heard a crack when I pulled and then I was whacked. It was like "crack", then "whack." Right in my face under my left eye. It looks like someone punched me in my face. How embarrassing! Especially, when I have to tell someone why my eye is messed up--well under it. I'm lucky I didn't get my eye knocked out. Reminds me of The Christmas Story, where the kid can't have a beebee gun because he'll shoot his eye out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-9170148519500964145?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/9170148519500964145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/tko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/9170148519500964145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/9170148519500964145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/tko.html' title='The TKO'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220674552451969595.post-5812117005799640521</id><published>2008-04-27T22:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:40:23.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Olson'/><title type='text'>In The Wise Words Of an Old Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I met this great lady named Eleanor Olson. She said that everyday we should always remember to SHAKE OUR BOOTIES! So ladies---shake 'em. Hell, the men can shake 'em too! 1st thing in the morning, when you get up (and after you stretch) shake your booties. Shake 'em in the shower. Shake 'em before you head off to work, when you get home, and before you go to bed. Remind yourself how sexy you are by shaking your booties. You should never forget about your own beauty. I talk about how pretty I am everyday--to some people's dismay at work---but its the truth. We are all beautiful. And we should all feel that way. So Shake your booties to remember your beauties. Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1220674552451969595-5812117005799640521?l=twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5812117005799640521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-wise-words-of-old-woman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5812117005799640521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1220674552451969595/posts/default/5812117005799640521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twizzlermykitkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-wise-words-of-old-woman.html' title='In The Wise Words Of an Old Woman'/><author><name>Lady J</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCJnDKyz2v0/TFs2JDK6WyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JoK9HIwX0us/S220/sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
