<?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-10982636</id><updated>2011-12-19T23:43:21.075-06:00</updated><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Sap'/><category term='Goddess'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Minutiae'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Green'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Academia'/><category term='Fun times'/><category term='Satire'/><category term='Body image'/><category term='Ow that hurts'/><category term='Check this out'/><category term='Great Quotes'/><category term='Ha ha'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Big News'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='In Memoriam'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Sexism'/><category term='Current Affairs'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Sojourner's Truths</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>928</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3275504433661133538</id><published>2011-12-19T23:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:43:21.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep. Suffering from Day 4 of the mega-cold from hell and have a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many intense things going on in my life right now that I feel I can't share on the blog. Sometimes I wonder if I should scrap this one and start anew, truly anonymous, without telling any of my friends.  Though I doubt many of my friends still read here - I mean, I post once every other month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get nostalgic?  Like big time?  I do it a lot - I mean, I think more than most people.  I live in the past or the future, generally... never the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfs4V-9TUYk/TvAgQNvs5dI/AAAAAAAABAc/JIKO4NzfYuQ/s400/jess%2Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081792308667858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm thinking about 2005 me, sitting in the front room of my parents' house, typing away at this blog.  Six years younger - wow!  Both parents still alive, my biggest concerns were getting a boyfriend and getting an A in my college courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3275504433661133538?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3275504433661133538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3275504433661133538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3275504433661133538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3275504433661133538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfs4V-9TUYk/TvAgQNvs5dI/AAAAAAAABAc/JIKO4NzfYuQ/s72-c/jess%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6269280238968703741</id><published>2011-11-06T09:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:15:24.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Spotify</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijBFkkoP6_E/Traj-nxeNnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ip-3XjwNh_0/s1600/spotify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijBFkkoP6_E/Traj-nxeNnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ip-3XjwNh_0/s400/spotify.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671901076943418994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10982636-6269280238968703741?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6269280238968703741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6269280238968703741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6269280238968703741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6269280238968703741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-that-make-me-happy-spotify.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Spotify'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijBFkkoP6_E/Traj-nxeNnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ip-3XjwNh_0/s72-c/spotify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1399133368184564168</id><published>2011-11-02T16:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:47:14.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1iY3mwp4Pc/TrG4f7McmsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cjXEfI22wCI/s1600/NaNoWriMo%2B2011%2BBadge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1iY3mwp4Pc/TrG4f7McmsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cjXEfI22wCI/s400/NaNoWriMo%2B2011%2BBadge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670516264441518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have decided to participate in NaNoWriMo this year.  I've only done this once before, which I apparently didn't blog about if Blogspot's search feature is to be trusted.  (All I can find is &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-i-went-to-meeting-of-local.html"&gt;a post about visiting a new writing group in Austin and hearing a funny NaNoWriMo anecdote&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo is shorthand for &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;tional &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;vel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wri&lt;/span&gt;ting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;nth&lt;/a&gt;, which takes place every November.  People around the globe come together and attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in a single month.  It's an amazing challenge and quite a feat that many people actually do complete!  I love what it represents - community, creativity, people who don't even know each other deciding to do "the impossible" outside of their day-to-day "real jobs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it a few years back but did not make the claim that I would write a brand new novel.  I also didn't strive for 50k words.  I had a novel in progress with very little progress and decided I would use the month to do the best I could to develop it.  I wound up with close to 11k new words that month, which is good to have, but I did learn that setting a challenging goal would have pushed me farther.  At 11k words I was kind of like, "Well, this is a lot more than I had, I can be lazy and stop now."  You know, when it gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfe7Sf7b_3g/TrG4wBuwcbI/AAAAAAAABAE/rodH3c7OSuI/s1600/how-to-write-novel-330x427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfe7Sf7b_3g/TrG4wBuwcbI/AAAAAAAABAE/rodH3c7OSuI/s400/how-to-write-novel-330x427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670516541073945010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My novel in progress (for years now - ugh!) stands at about 24k words and I have decided, once again, to NaNoWriMo my way through it, only this time I &lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt; aiming for 50k brand new words.  I may hit the target and I may not, but I'm sure as hell going to try and so happy for the opportunity to bring writing back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in NYC, married, working at a great-albeit-demanding job now for over a year.  A lot of things have happened in this year, both good and bad.  One of the bad things is that I stopped writing.  Completely.  Not a thing.  In one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in Texas I wrote and published articles out the wazoo.  I blogged and wrote poetry and read my work publicly at events and networked with other writers.  In NY - nothing.  Nada.  Zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason?  There are a few.  First is the pace and stress and pressure of the city, the pace and stress and pressure of my job.  The second is that I kind of lost my motivation and got writer's block.  Even when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;set aside time to write, nothing would come.  It's like working out every day for a long time and then stopping for a year.  When you do go back to the gym, don't expect to just resume like the year of absence didn't take place.  It did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a Facebook friend (a member of my Austin writer's group) announced she would be NaNo'ing, it was just the kick in the pants I needed.  I completely stopped self-identifying as a writer this past year, when that was practically all I identified myself as previously.  How sad!  How wrong!  Not going to let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1399133368184564168?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1399133368184564168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1399133368184564168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1399133368184564168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1399133368184564168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-time.html' title='NaNoWriMo Time'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1iY3mwp4Pc/TrG4f7McmsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cjXEfI22wCI/s72-c/NaNoWriMo%2B2011%2BBadge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-113685147346798840</id><published>2011-10-18T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:21:02.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'>Sojourness's Beliefs... circa 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arEcVzTG6L0/Tp4luiLsswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gwud2f68J-o/s1600/Religion%2Bat%2Bwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arEcVzTG6L0/Tp4luiLsswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gwud2f68J-o/s400/Religion%2Bat%2Bwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665006862658745090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was going through my blog drafts and see there are a bunch of things I drafted but never published.  I thought this was worth sharing - from January 9, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sojourness's Beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are not to blame for being imperfect, because we did not ask to be born this way, or to be born at all, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel that we should perpetuate systems of belief that foster self-loathing and a low sense of self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel that Christianity sends mixed messages: we are sinful and evil, yet greatly valued by God, so precious that He would die for us, yet so abhorrent that only the shedding of his blood would allow us to escape his intense wrath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we become "guilty" when we allow our imperfections to harm others without making a concerted effort to avoid doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as members of oppressed groups unite in solidarity, I believe that woman- and man-kind should be united because we are all in this together.  We all face the terrors of life and death, and none of us know for what purpose.  Any that claim to are either being dishonest, or cling to doctrines out of fear.  I do not fault them for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is great love in the world, and it is one of the few, if not the only, reason for waking up in the morning.  But it is rare, and hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that happiness is attainable as a state of being.  (I don't mean in the utopian sense; I just mean one being able to honestly say that she/he is happy in life.)  I believe that one can find many examples and instances of it, but nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-113685147346798840?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/113685147346798840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=113685147346798840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/113685147346798840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/113685147346798840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2006/01/sojournesss-beliefs-i-believe-that-we.html' title='Sojourness&apos;s Beliefs... circa 2006'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arEcVzTG6L0/Tp4luiLsswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gwud2f68J-o/s72-c/Religion%2Bat%2Bwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4981312023439944753</id><published>2011-10-16T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:15:43.030-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc0u3_xpINg/Tpth3nrwa2I/AAAAAAAAA94/jno_BnPR-RU/s1600/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc0u3_xpINg/Tpth3nrwa2I/AAAAAAAAA94/jno_BnPR-RU/s400/tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664228564521741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4981312023439944753?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4981312023439944753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4981312023439944753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4981312023439944753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4981312023439944753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-make-me-happy-tea.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Tea'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc0u3_xpINg/Tpth3nrwa2I/AAAAAAAAA94/jno_BnPR-RU/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3156649178086201522</id><published>2011-08-21T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:37:10.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdkNcG57qIU/TlFCOkSgeCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Kj-_kJLd_JA/s1600/boy-writing-clip-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdkNcG57qIU/TlFCOkSgeCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Kj-_kJLd_JA/s320/boy-writing-clip-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643364626098845730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've resurrected the blog and haven't even written anything.  That's so me.  Husband nagged me about blogging again and I thought it was a good idea.  Truth be told, ever since I moved back to New York (1 year ago!) I have not been writing.  I used to be so prolific.  Even if it wasn't all quality stuff, I was writing.  I was a writer.  Then I got to New York and became a married woman, a career woman, a family woman, a New Yorker... and became entirely too busy and stressed for my one passion.  I thought bringing Sojourner's Truths back would give me the opportunity to at least write something, even if it's not for official publication or a book proposal.  Natalie Goldberg, Anne Lamott and every other writing expert says you just have to show up for work like you do with anything else.  You have to write consistently, like athletes and musicians and dancers have to practice.  You should be writing every day if you're a writer - not letting a year go by with nothing to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I know, but I'm ready to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3156649178086201522?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3156649178086201522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3156649178086201522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3156649178086201522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3156649178086201522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-resurrected-blog-and-havent-even.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdkNcG57qIU/TlFCOkSgeCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Kj-_kJLd_JA/s72-c/boy-writing-clip-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-565615092310824064</id><published>2011-07-17T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:25:28.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><title type='text'>I Am Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeEvj-k6zjo/TiMMspFeKaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ddmsgig9o3I/s1600/Michael%2BScott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630357920225831330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeEvj-k6zjo/TiMMspFeKaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ddmsgig9o3I/s400/Michael%2BScott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Britney, bitch. And I am back, in the form of a new company. The Michael Scott Paper Company."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-565615092310824064?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/565615092310824064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=565615092310824064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/565615092310824064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/565615092310824064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-back.html' title='I Am Back'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeEvj-k6zjo/TiMMspFeKaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ddmsgig9o3I/s72-c/Michael%2BScott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4854118248905912874</id><published>2011-01-15T08:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:16:10.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TTG52U45uSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/J6jLchdofUg/s1600/nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562431357750720802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TTG52U45uSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/J6jLchdofUg/s400/nyc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So we're back from India, moving into our new apartment in a kickass neighborhood today. Husband and I both celebrated our birthdays in the last few weeks, so ready to start a new year. I have so many resolutions, but I'm still in that euphoric hopeful new-year phase where I believe I'll achieve most of them. Yee ha! (&lt;-- Texas residue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie - I miss Austin. I miss not having to work as hard and the warmth and sunshine. I miss the hell out of my friends, who I still talk to but don't know when I'll see in person again. I miss breakfast tacos and margaritas and queso and people being friendly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to let the culture shock of homecoming get me down. When I was in Austin, I dreamed about New York - living in Manhattan like I wanted to since I was a child, being a part of a living, pulsing city that is simultaneously full of history and looking towards the future. The snow and ice will pass, the rude looks on the subway will become commonplace and normal, but the excitement never dies. I hope Husband comes to feel the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4854118248905912874?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4854118248905912874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4854118248905912874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4854118248905912874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4854118248905912874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-were-back-from-india-moving-into-our.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TTG52U45uSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/J6jLchdofUg/s72-c/nyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-363421466846362029</id><published>2010-12-30T20:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:22:21.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our India trip is almost at an end. It was pretty amazing and will not be our last, considering Husband is Indian. I look forward to future trips where we can really dig into specific areas - Rajasthan, Bombay, South India... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TR1L99EV_NI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Uf_Ybe8oNHg/s1600/DSCN4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556681042981944530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TR1L99EV_NI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Uf_Ybe8oNHg/s400/DSCN4253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first trip, I got to see most of Delhi as well as the Taj Mahal (breathtaking, not overhyped at all!) and other cool monuments in Agra. Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for New Year's resolutions. I love them because I really get a chance to hone in on things I want to accomplish, though each December/Jan I do get a twinge of guilt in realizing resolutions that have gone unfulfilled. For example, I accomplished very few of &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-beginning.html"&gt;the resolutions I made for 2009&lt;/a&gt;. Looks like I didn't blog about 2010 resolutions (whew). Yet there is also &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright-people-here-is-my-list.html"&gt;the 101 list&lt;/a&gt;, the deadline of which is coming up (can you believe it?) Looking back (and updating it accordingly), I've actually accomplished a hell of a lot off of it - wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I feel better :) Now to think about 2011, and possibly a new 101 list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-363421466846362029?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/363421466846362029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=363421466846362029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/363421466846362029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/363421466846362029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-india-trip-is-almost-at-end.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TR1L99EV_NI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Uf_Ybe8oNHg/s72-c/DSCN4253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2785509824045762533</id><published>2010-12-19T16:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:44:54.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I grew up in a conservative Christian, middle-class Republican family from the boroughs of New York City. They were people who came from immigrants, whose own childhoods were darkened by poverty, and who had worked hard to give my sister and I a better life than they had had. When they traveled, it was to neighboring states like Pennsylvania. They were wary of planes, wary of foreigners, wary of the ever-changing world outside of New York and the local church community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know then that I would grow up to go to college, get a fellowship for work and travel, marry an Indian man and see places my grandparents can't even imagine. I have been lucky beyond words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this to you from a hotel in New Delhi, India on my first trip here. Everyone told me, "Prepare yourself: India is overwhelming. It assaults the senses." Yes, that is true. The smog is thick, the dust kicks up, and it's been difficult for me to breathe while outdoors. The crowded streets and size of population rivals Penn Station at rush hour - no small feat. Many places are dirty and polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TQ6KJNNyicI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eXSOHK5HU1s/s1600/DSCN3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552527281365354946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TQ6KJNNyicI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eXSOHK5HU1s/s400/DSCN3865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But India is simply amazing. The United States is only 234 years old, but I am in a country with palaces and ruins from the B.C. era. Delhi in particular has seen the rule of kings, sultans, Mughal Emperors and the British Raj. It was the scene of terrible violence and upheaval during the 1857 Mutiny and the 1947 Partition. It is still the capital of an emerging player on the global stage, where Parliament convenes and the Prime Minister and President work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, from my own experience, that for those who have not traveled in childhood, it's impossible to go to another country (ANY other country) without changing your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TQ6KZUTUu6I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ubK8e8QSMyg/s1600/DSCN3882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552527558145522594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TQ6KZUTUu6I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ubK8e8QSMyg/s400/DSCN3882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2785509824045762533?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2785509824045762533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2785509824045762533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2785509824045762533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2785509824045762533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-grew-up-in-conservative-christian.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TQ6KJNNyicI/AAAAAAAAA7c/eXSOHK5HU1s/s72-c/DSCN3865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6220241263036418452</id><published>2010-12-06T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:07:17.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a sick day.  I'm home in bed, which is kind of nice - a change of pace from all the hubbub.  I knew that moving back to New York City would make me busier and more stressed than when we lived in Austin, but it was just a concept in my head, not real until we actually got here, in the thick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining.  I'm happier than I expected.  I'm just tired and could use more downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to write about, to say, but I've gotten out of the habit of sharing here and it feels public.  Imagine that!  At the same time, this blog was my lifeline and my voice since 2005 and I will always feel a strong tie to it.  I want to get back to that type of sharing, opening up and spilling out all of the things that just lay buried.  Who else to share with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone still here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6220241263036418452?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6220241263036418452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6220241263036418452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6220241263036418452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6220241263036418452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-is-sick-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2513364946647069977</id><published>2010-08-21T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:39:42.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lack of blogging - the last month has been a whirlwind, and this coming month promises to be more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave notice, I quit, I left my job and the beautiful state of Texas and came back up to the big city.  I started a new job almost immediately.  My wedding is in less than a month, and Fiance is coming up in a couple of days so we can look for an apartment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I caught a killer cold (in August) that I can't shake.  I am fairly certain it is from the stress of all the change.  But it is all good stuff.  I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2513364946647069977?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2513364946647069977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2513364946647069977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2513364946647069977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2513364946647069977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6856259042390088379</id><published>2010-07-25T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:15:02.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: 2 Weeks Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEyNJP3OV9I/AAAAAAAAA68/mSfn_G32ryI/s1600/i-quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497924435129030610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEyNJP3OV9I/AAAAAAAAA68/mSfn_G32ryI/s400/i-quit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6856259042390088379?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6856259042390088379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6856259042390088379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6856259042390088379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6856259042390088379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-make-me-happy-2-weeks.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: 2 Weeks Notice'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEyNJP3OV9I/AAAAAAAAA68/mSfn_G32ryI/s72-c/i-quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-895358778362970925</id><published>2010-07-17T09:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:16:01.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So Fiance and I have been hard at work on wedding planning. Since I am the web genius of the couple (yeah right), I'm in charge of the wedding website and Photoshopping the invitation PDF, among other things. We decided a while back that we wanted to incorporate old photos of our families into our decor. For example, we'd like to find a nice way to put up our parents' wedding pictures at our venue. We also decided - not to give a spoiler away to those of you who will be receiving invitations - to put old family photos up on our wedding website. I have been working on that, and it's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEHJEtH4R9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/trA3Tw5D0ms/s1600/4-6-2010+8%3B02%3B47+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494894103038019538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEHJEtH4R9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/trA3Tw5D0ms/s400/4-6-2010+8%3B02%3B47+AM.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The problem is that every time I look at an old picture of me and my father, I want to vomit. That sounds bad, but there's no other way to describe it. He has been dead for over 2 years - not that long, actually - and I have succeeded in living in denial and rarely thinking about it for just as long. Now my wedding is here. He will not be there. My father and I had a very difficult relationship and I never really fantasized about him walking me down the aisle or having a father-daughter dance with me before. I just kind of assumed he'd &lt;em&gt;be there. &lt;/em&gt;And he won't. And that's kind of a big deal. &lt;/p&gt;Sounds like I'm stating the obvious but when you make a strong effort not to think about someone for several years, it can surprise you that he is all you think about when your wedding's coming up. It is bringing up all kinds of feelings for me. Guilt about living in another state when he died unexpectedly one morning. Guilt about not spending his last years with him. Guilt about not appreciating him and what he had given me until after his death. It's a lot of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEHJPyVe6yI/AAAAAAAAA60/gspJTH5nf7c/s1600/4-6-2010+9%3B40%3B44+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494894293415815970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEHJPyVe6yI/AAAAAAAAA60/gspJTH5nf7c/s400/4-6-2010+9%3B40%3B44+AM.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest thing to do is to quickly click away from the pictures, but for some reason I can't look away. It's painful but I have to do it. There's only so long you can pretend that someone is still alive out there somewhere. One day you have to grow up, and maybe the day you commit to a lifelong, legally binding relationship with someone is the day for growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-895358778362970925?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/895358778362970925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=895358778362970925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/895358778362970925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/895358778362970925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-fiance-and-i-have-been-hard-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/TEHJEtH4R9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/trA3Tw5D0ms/s72-c/4-6-2010+8%3B02%3B47+AM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-542101699428406252</id><published>2010-07-10T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:15:34.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The drama at work continues through subtle hints that I will not be paid very much more for taking on the entire department.  It never ends with these people.  I am hanging back and waiting while they interview other people.  If they want me in the end, we negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, 2 NY jobs are still pending, one of which looks extremely promising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other matters, we are getting down the wire on this wedding thing.  Fiance and I spend all of our free time working on this.  This week I've been finishing up the website and invitation and he's coordinating staff and choosing plates and flatware.  Um, fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-542101699428406252?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/542101699428406252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=542101699428406252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/542101699428406252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/542101699428406252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/07/drama-at-work-continues-through-subtle.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-377677502847578798</id><published>2010-07-03T12:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:19:23.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>It Shouldn't Be This Complicated</title><content type='html'>Wow! I feel like a whole new blogger with this whole new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life just got a whole lot crazier. I will try to keep this concise without losing any important details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sojourness decided to move back up north by end of month whether she has job or not. She got guaranteed freelance work and a family to stay with and is ready to leave the state of Texas. She has worked for the same company for 4 years, the last 2 spent doing the job of the director, with no real promotions or raises to speak of, and it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sojourness interviewed for jobs up north last week. She was rejected for 2 and 2 are pending, one of which has already expressed to her that she is the lead candidate. That job is an entry-level position that she is willing to take despite her 4.5 years of experience because it's a recession and she wants to be in that city and that industry. The other is a manager position looking for slightly more experience than she has, but she was highly recommended by the higher ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, she was offered a chance to apply for a director position at her current company. The person who left it did so at least 6 weeks ago and no one considered her for it until they had interviewed people out there and figured out that they cost a whole darn lot. They are laying it on thick that she would be perfect for the position but she is suspicious they will try to lowball her. If she takes it, she has to commit to remaining in Texas at least for now, which is not what she wants to do. Yet part of her thinks to herself, "Am I going to pass up being a director to go be entry-level? How long would it take me to become a director somewhere else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She interviews on Tuesday. She found out yesterday that her direct supervisor has been trying to sabotage her behind her back, telling the hiring manager that she is going to up and leave when she gets married, though she has never even hinted at such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it feels a lot better to phrase it in the 3rd person as if it's not happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-377677502847578798?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/377677502847578798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=377677502847578798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/377677502847578798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/377677502847578798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-shouldnt-be-this-complicated.html' title='It Shouldn&apos;t Be This Complicated'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-8074090502093184398</id><published>2010-07-02T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:10:07.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/tv-cards/the-office-steve-carell-nbc-michael-scott-tv-ecard" title="someecards.com - Steve Carell leaving The Office is almost as depressing as my inability to leave mine"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.someecards.com/someecards/filestorage/the-office-steve-carell-nbc-michael-scott-tv-ecard.png" alt="someecards.com - Steve Carell leaving The Office is almost as depressing as my inability to leave mine" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-8074090502093184398?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/8074090502093184398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=8074090502093184398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8074090502093184398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8074090502093184398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/07/someecardscom-steve-carell-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2927501489789011097</id><published>2010-06-27T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:11:15.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten how much fun it was to change things up on the blog, and there are a ton of newer templates since the last time I did it.  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a week-long trip back home where I interviewed for 4 different jobs.  I've made the decision to move back regardless in another month.  I'm young, I have no dependents, and I have my old bedroom cleared out for me...it's time to take some risks while I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how, may I ask, are all of you?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2927501489789011097?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2927501489789011097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2927501489789011097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2927501489789011097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2927501489789011097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3689098131772712612</id><published>2010-06-17T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:46:31.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank God that I have never lost someone close to me to suicide.  Yet recently, I have seen people that I love touched by suicide, and it is pretty terrifying.  In the first case, a few weeks ago a good friend lost a friend and colleague who was about my age.  The girl had been applying to medical school, had a good job and plenty of friends, and showed no signs of severe depression or suicidal tendencies before doing this.  Then yesterday I found out that a good friend and colleague of my mother's took his life.  He was only 32, and I had met him a few times.  Though I didn't know him well, he was my mother's closest friend at work.  She talked about him constantly when she started her job 10 years ago and I was still a teenager living at home.  I actually feel like I did know him, though I really didn't.  Apparently he, too, showed no signs until he posted a farewell note on his Facebook account and ended his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about him.  I see him when I try to go to sleep.  I keep remembering his last words on Facebook.  I try to be supportive of my mother's grief and hide my own.  Why is this affecting me so much when he wasn't technically &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is so incredibly horrible because it's preventable.  The person did not get cancer or get hit by a bus.  The person made a definitive choice to end his/her life.  &lt;em&gt;Did they really think it through?&lt;/em&gt; I wonder.  &lt;em&gt;Did they realize it would be over for good?  Why didn't they know how important they were to the rest of us, how much we would suffer for this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the basic human instinct is to survive at all costs, why are so many of us making such a choice?  According to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, every year over 1 million people kill themselves across the globe.  What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get this out of my mind.  I feel such a sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related story:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/06/15/postsecret-suicide-confession-starts-an-offline-movement/"&gt;PostSecret Suicide Confession Starts an Offline Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3689098131772712612?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3689098131772712612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3689098131772712612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3689098131772712612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3689098131772712612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thank-god-that-i-have-never-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3500201119562893674</id><published>2010-05-15T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:23:13.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><content type='html'>Dropped the ball again.  I blame work.  Friend From Work (can't remember if he's #1 or #2 and too lazy to go back and check) is leaving the company.  He's been a part of the company almost since it was started and his leaving is huge.  I'm happy for him - he found a place that doubled his salary and won't crap all over him.  We should all be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for opportunities back home.  Got some decent leads but it all takes time.  I am just hoping to get out early enough so that I don't have to deal with the total aftermath of FFW leaving, which will be massive.  He has controlled the entire marketing department for almost 10 years - the website, the newsletter and countless other tasks that are probably going to get reassigned to already inundated, underpaid marketing staff like myself.  Well, his last day is Friday, so the option of dodging this bullet altogether is really not realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job search has become focused on the book and magazing publishing industries.  I'm applying to be a reporter, staff writer, editor and marketing professional at a number of really cool companies, and some of them actually want to talk to me.  So we'll see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3500201119562893674?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3500201119562893674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3500201119562893674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3500201119562893674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3500201119562893674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3972279189175021677</id><published>2010-04-24T09:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:04:09.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Bitch Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S9MHXmSfgiI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ldln7Hnxo_I/s1600/bad+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718874927039010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S9MHXmSfgiI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ldln7Hnxo_I/s320/bad+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, one good thing about having this anonymous blog is... Bitch Fest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all have days like this but wow, you know when every possible thing that can go wrong &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;go wrong? That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are supposed to be super happy. I had a lunch date with CL Friend and besides, it was Friday, so I started off pretty well. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Boss was a jackass only minutes after 8:00 am. He got really nasty and passive-aggressive with me about my plans to have lunch with a friend since he wanted to schedule a half-hour meeting at 12:30 (who does that?). All I did was ask if we could do it at any other time and he made a point of talking about me to others, often in front of me, while being friendly to my face. Yeah, this is what I have to deal with folks. Meanwhile, every other department takes 3 hour lunches on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid meeting where we had to stroke a salesguy's ego and it was heavily hinted that I should learn a new product because no one else has time. I kindly pointed out that I already do all the writing &amp;amp; marketing and am currently learning to manage the website singlehandedly (for no more money, mind you, and making less than everyone else anyway). So I'm kind of busy too. I love when I'm in a meeting and the higher ups ask, "So, who's going to volunteer to do this totally unrealistic thing?" then look directly at me and the other underpaid women in the room.  Why don't you just ask "Who in this room has a uterus?" and say what you really feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get out of the meeting to find an email in my inbox that I did&lt;em&gt; not &lt;/em&gt;get that job I really wanted. Not only that, but after spending 3 hours of my life meeting with 4 different people, they saw fit to have a random employee I've never had contact with send me a form email. Thanks guys. Professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After work I went to grab a quick dinner to go and the strap on my beautiful purse from India ripped off completely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fortunately, the day turned around after work. I visited the teen girls that I mentor and we had a fantastic time. We made pizzas, played cards, talked about boys and laughed a lot. Thank God for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3972279189175021677?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3972279189175021677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3972279189175021677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3972279189175021677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3972279189175021677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitch-fest.html' title='Bitch Fest'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S9MHXmSfgiI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ldln7Hnxo_I/s72-c/bad+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-8552137066735570723</id><published>2010-04-18T11:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:07:04.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Woes</title><content type='html'>Sundays are such lazy days. Not in the sense of not getting anything done - I basically work all weekend - but in the sense of not getting dressed or leaving the house if possible. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8s6BOrONpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oVvweDMf7gk/s1600/ariel+bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8s78w4evTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LO4hZ70iovw/s1600/ariel+bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461524888216845618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8s78w4evTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LO4hZ70iovw/s320/ariel+bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know when you're a little girl and you watch your Disney movies where the prince saves the princess and they get married in the end? What a happy ending with beautiful wedding clothes and friends and family smiling. How come they don't show the scene after that, where Triton is holding a bill for $50,000 and developing an ulcer? It seems a little unfair to set up expectations for a whole generation of children without a few facts thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess when you're royalty, the bill is not such a big deal. Perhaps they should have had a Disney movie where the bride's and groom's families are working class?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiance and I made a decision a long time ago: that we would keep our wedding as inexpensive as possible without sacrificing class, and to pay for it ourselves without burdening our parents. Now that we are in the thick of it, wow, did that idea seem unrealistic! If you can keep your small wedding to $15,000, you are lucky. For 20-somethings not that long out of college, this is still a lot of money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do people our age do? Hit up the parents? Go into debt? LAME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When did a beautiful union of 2 people turn into such an &lt;em&gt;industry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-8552137066735570723?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/8552137066735570723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=8552137066735570723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8552137066735570723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8552137066735570723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/04/wedding-woes.html' title='Wedding Woes'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8s78w4evTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LO4hZ70iovw/s72-c/ariel+bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4462488181729057480</id><published>2010-04-14T07:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:08:57.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>At a Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8WwFIyJfQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/X3Og5sPntdU/s1600/stressed+blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459963725560249602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8WwFIyJfQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/X3Og5sPntdU/s320/stressed+blogger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I come here to write my 'goodbye post' I get cold feet! Aah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about this blog that keeps me bound? Is it 5 years of my life in these pages? Is it nostalgia for a time when I wrote blog posts in my head while out and about and dashed home to publish them? When people read and dialogued and I wrote about more than the latest wedding planning snafu?  And let's not forget one major thing that this blog offers me and other writing does not - anonymity and the freedom to really, truly be myself without risking being judged or fired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer in me is loathe to give this up, but the way I've been writing has been blah to say the least. Do we need a new guiding topic? Back to religion? On to weddings and cooking and other domesticity? Can I continue to write about more than one, so long as I just show up and fucking write?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4462488181729057480?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4462488181729057480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4462488181729057480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4462488181729057480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4462488181729057480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-crossroads.html' title='At a Crossroads'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S8WwFIyJfQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/X3Og5sPntdU/s72-c/stressed+blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1453279587558144955</id><published>2010-04-05T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:14:03.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at my parents' house waiting for the coffee to percolate.  Fiance and I extended our trip because Grandfather is in the hospital in critical condition.  His heart is in bad shape and it is causing a host of other problems.  We are hoping and praying for a recovery though all we can do right now is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had my interviews last week and I think they went well.  I am nowhere near done on this search but I have not applied for anything new while on this trip.  It has been too hectic.  We did accomplish some wedding stuff - namely, we tried a few caterers and I took Sister to try on bridesmaid dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother was so excited that I was home for Easter for the first time in years that she gave me an Easter basket.  Sounds silly since I am in my 20s but it was actually pretty cool.  She gave me a movie basket with popcorn, candy, soda, a DVD and a gift card for Regal.  She is so cute!  I am working on finding the perfect birthday present for her but no luck so far.  Fiance and I are thinking concert tickets because she's big into those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow we are going to try to look at additional venues but it's so hard to get people on the phone.  I don't get it, are they so overwhelmed by business that they don't need leads?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1453279587558144955?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1453279587558144955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1453279587558144955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1453279587558144955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1453279587558144955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-at-my-parents-house-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1576308232307489719</id><published>2010-03-26T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:25:50.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wedding planning is coming down to the wire.  6 months away and we haven't officially sealed the venue.  It's okay, we like a challenge :)  I am also having dress drama but I think that deserves its own post with pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the career front, I'm still looking for positions and was lucky enough to get an informational interview with a fairly well-known publishing company.  I applied for a job 2 months ago that they filled but I followed up for so long that the VP I had applied to admitted that I have interesting experience and agreed to meet with me.  I've got another potential opportunity at a technology company.  The VP there is constantly busy and hard to nail down, but when I do get him he seems interested.  I am not naive or trying to believe that one of these will be the one, but I am hopeful and at the very least it motivates me to keep going despite the numerous silences from HR departments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1576308232307489719?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1576308232307489719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1576308232307489719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1576308232307489719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1576308232307489719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/03/wedding-planning-is-coming-down-to-wire.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3548209558281497994</id><published>2010-03-13T10:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:31:58.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been a while. I was talking to Fiance this morning about turning in my Blogger account and calling it quits after 5 years. He made an immense sad face. So here I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.animationplayhouse.com/typing.gif" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy - what else is new - because I am working on a nonfiction book proposal that I am super serious about. No, I can't divulge my topic or my ambitions, but suffice it to say that I have been waking up at 5am each day to write before going to the abyss.. I mean, office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also trying to get out of my current work situation, including the strong desire to move back east in the fall. That's a lot of work. Getting a job is hard enough without being halfway across the country and trying to convince people that you actually are serious about relocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Good-Old-Fashioned-Pancakes/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448155838401481682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S5u83pTkC9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ylh0YkAeKg4/s400/pancakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, well, it's Saturday and I slept in until 9. Didn't do any writing or job hunting or wedding planning. I slept late and then I got up and &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Good-Old-Fashioned-Pancakes/Detail.aspx"&gt;made pancakes from scratch&lt;/a&gt;. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a good day!&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/10982636-3548209558281497994?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3548209558281497994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3548209558281497994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3548209558281497994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3548209558281497994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S5u83pTkC9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ylh0YkAeKg4/s72-c/pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-9167228918428959531</id><published>2010-02-14T09:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:35:24.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Jesus!</title><content type='html'>I have been so remiss here. I think that since I've started using and loving Twitter, I have reduced my insights (and my attention span) to 140 characters or less, and the thought of writing an actual blog post is, well, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, Valentine's Day morning with my cup of coffee and a chest cold I'm desperately fighting. Childhood Friend arrives in a few days; I need to be at my optimum hostess health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to randomly bring up religion :) but I've been thinking a lot lately. This is probably because I work for a Jesus Freak. Not the cool ones - and I do think there are some cool Jesus Freaks out there, I've met them - but one of the creepy ass ones. He keeps a bible in his office and when people ask him how he's doing, he says, "It is well with my soul." Yeah, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, this guy is active in his church and always goes out of his way to bring religion into any conversation, mainly to show how holy he is. But deep down, he's not such a great guy. He encourages me and other employees to lie outright when it benefits the business. He only wants to purchase promotional items made in China for dirt cheap, as if he doesn't know who's making them or why they're dirt cheap. He has offered to use his wife and college aged daughters as "babes" who can go to business functions and entice men to hear about our product. He talks about everyone behind their backs, including myself and his other direct report. When he makes a mistake, he tells others that we made it and assumes it will not get back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but think to myself, "Wow, I remember Jesus being a lot cooler than this." You know, I read my Bible, I remember Jesus, he wasn't a jerk. I look at my boss and think, "If Jesus were still around today, he wouldn't like you at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I'm right. Because that's a Jesus I can get behind. Didn't he tell all the righteous hypocrites to screw off, and went to hang out with the people who made mistakes like the rest of us but were at least open and honest about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I know this seems strange after my last post that was quite hard on God, but I have been raised to see God in various characters or personalities. God the Father is the mean one. Read the Old Testament, you'll see. Jesus is the groovy Son who came later and mediated between us. "Oh, Dad is grumpy and all but he's not so bad. I'll explain it to you like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! Whether you love a partner or just a family member or friend, we all love somebody so enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-9167228918428959531?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/9167228918428959531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=9167228918428959531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9167228918428959531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9167228918428959531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-jesus-is-cool-guy-i-dont-know-who.html' title='Jesus!'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1359161732662863056</id><published>2010-01-24T10:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:33:06.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Good Samaritan Law</title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday. Now you get a religion post (after all this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I spent the holidays back east, I went to church with Veteran Seeker. I hadn't seen him in a year or two so it was a nice way to catch up, especially since he is quite spiritual. We visited the Episopalian church he frequents which, interestingly enough, is where we met for the first time. (We met through Fellow Seeker but the actual physical meeting took place on the steps of this church.) I met some of V.S.'s new friends and enjoyed the service. This was my kind of church because it was pretty progressive (it has a fellowship group for gays, just to give you an idea), the priest who gave the sermon was down to earth and funny, and the message seemed to focus more on helping others than on hell or every other religion being wrong. I felt good there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430343436277415314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S1x0lYewfZI/AAAAAAAAA44/IluJw8WEkDo/s400/haiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal when I got back "home" was to start going to different churches to see what I like here. Then, the earthquake in Haiti struck, and bang! I lost all desire. &lt;em&gt;Why would I want to go worship this Dude?&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some religious folks out there will cry out, "That's not fair!"" but the fact of the matter is that an omnipotent God who cares about humanity could prevent earthquakes and other natural disasters from taking us out. S/he could. S/he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a DVD of Bill Maher's stand-up the other week (love him) and he talked about those right-wing Christians like Pat Robertson who say that 9/11 was God's vengeance or He let it happen or whatever. (&lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/01/15/haiti-earthquake-stewart-limbaugh-robertson/"&gt;You know, the same guy who is saying Haiti was struck by this earthquake because they made a pact with the devil. That guy.&lt;/a&gt;) I usually just write these people off as insane, but Bill's point on it hit home. He said, "Oh, I get it guys, God is a prick! Thanks for clearing that up." Am I saying that God is a prick? No. But can you at least see the logic? Isn't it hard to deny that a God who caused it or "let it happen" because of gays or abortion or whatever is, um, a less than desirable deity to wake up early on Sundays for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big on calling people names, let alone God, so please don't misunderstand me. I am not repeating the Bill Mahr quote. I'm just saying the man has a point, that a God who would stand by at times like these makes you wonder about His character. It's like the last episode of Seinfeld. Would you stand by and watch someone being abused, murdered, etc. - adults, children, babies alike - if you could just step in and stop it? Well, then, you're a... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final point: I spent a lot of time in the fundamentalist Christian paradigm and I know the drill. If I was asking why God allowed someone to, say, get shot and killed by another person, the answer would be, "The gunman has free will." But how, my friends, do you answer for an earthquake?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1359161732662863056?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1359161732662863056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1359161732662863056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1359161732662863056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1359161732662863056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-samaritan-law.html' title='Good Samaritan Law'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/S1x0lYewfZI/AAAAAAAAA44/IluJw8WEkDo/s72-c/haiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3848096483533652811</id><published>2010-01-19T09:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:08:42.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been busy, I know. Sorry! Fiance and I returned to central Texas on New Years Day and have spent the last 2+ weeks getting ourselves situated and reoriented. I've gone back to work and we've had to find a place to live. Lots of work and lots of things going on! Time for highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday came hard on the heels of our arrival so we got to have a sort of birthday party-slash-reunion with friends. It was awesome! CL Friend, her husband and their new baby (whom I had never met before) came and it was all I could do to give CL Baby back after holding her all night. There was also Friends From Work #1 &amp;amp; #3 and their significant others, as well as a friend I know through FFW #1's wife (confused yet?). We had huckleberry margaritas and appetizers and it was great. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After subletting the apartment of a total wackjob for 2 weeks, we found and moved into our dream apartment. It is a luxury apartment that comes with access to a pool and a gym. We have a balcony with a view of a lake with actual ducks swimming around (which is where I'm sitting right now, enjoying my coffee and the morning breeze). It is way more expensive than our last place but we got a deal because someone needed out of her lease, so we got it for essentially the same price. Woohoo! &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried on wedding dresses with CL Friend last weekend. It was super intimidating but there were a few that looked really nice on me and that has kind of gotten me over my fear. Of course, the saleswoman kept trying to get me in very high heeled shoes and lacy veils and it was all I could do not to run out of there screaming. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Childhood Friend is coming to visit us for the very first time. So excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is going to be a good year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3848096483533652811?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3848096483533652811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3848096483533652811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3848096483533652811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3848096483533652811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-busy-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5804699271416991749</id><published>2009-12-29T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:32:01.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420773974711989746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Szp1NaJj9fI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YG9dFKABSZk/s400/new_22_2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5804699271416991749?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5804699271416991749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5804699271416991749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5804699271416991749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5804699271416991749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Szp1NaJj9fI/AAAAAAAAA4w/YG9dFKABSZk/s72-c/new_22_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6108837865043183053</id><published>2009-12-29T07:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:09:38.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiance is on a 13-hour flight right now, coming home after a month abroad with his parents.  I can hardly wait to pick him up from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all over the place emotionally this week.  I haven't been "home" (like, where I live) in 5 months and I have a bit of anxiety over moving into a new apartment and going back to work after all this time.  I also have guilt and sad feelings over leaving my family, as I always do.  Kid Sister #2 is hell-bent on returning to Texas and Mother seems open to allowing them to spend spring break or part of the summer with me, which is great news.  At the very least I can focus on that.  Still, it's hard when, for example, a 3 year old makes a pouty face and says, "But I going to miss you."  There are no defenses against that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have so much cleaning/packing/farewelling to do in only a couple of days and I'm swamped with work from the office.  Dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6108837865043183053?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6108837865043183053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6108837865043183053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6108837865043183053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6108837865043183053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiance-is-on-13-hour-flight-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7858773752684164340</id><published>2009-12-27T08:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:01:38.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>I'm a Beautiful Blogger, Apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJW5XL5Z6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/PdNhAoJWvQY/s1600-h/Beautifulbloggeraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJUERzj65I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ds_FSItzD5g/s1600-h/Beautifulbloggeraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413982134528633746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJUERzj65I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ds_FSItzD5g/s400/Beautifulbloggeraward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been nominated for the Beautiful Blogger Award by the lovely Amanda at &lt;a href="http://blogjar.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-blogger-award.html"&gt;The Blog Jar&lt;/a&gt;. Yay! It has taken me so long to repost this because I am struggling to think of 7 interesting things about myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank the person who nominated me for this award. - Thanks, Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Copy the award &amp;amp; place it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Link to the person who nominated me for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell everyone 7 interesting things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nominate 7 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Post links to the 7 blogs I nominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 interesting things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a... not so much a scar as a slit or small opening... on my tongue. When I was in high school I had one of those Cry Baby lollipops and it literally cut my tongue open, it was so sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJTvDnHp9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/78cYkDBHpF8/s1600-h/Earlobes_free_attached.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; HEIGHT: 65px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413981769941100498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJTvDnHp9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/78cYkDBHpF8/s400/Earlobes_free_attached.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2) I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earlobe"&gt;fully attached earlobes&lt;/a&gt;. According to my high school biology teacher, this is a recessive trait that is rare. When she tallied the class, I was like 1 in 2 kids out of 30 who had them. Or maybe I was the only one. I don't remember, it was almost 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I attended &lt;a href="http://www.thefest.com/fest/fest.php"&gt;Beatlefest&lt;/a&gt; two years in a row. I was one of the youngest people there but certainly not alone. There were kids running around in Sgt. Pepper costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I met Fiance online. Practically everyone in my life knows this, and no one in his. He comes from a different culture that is a bit wary of things like that. (Ours is too, depending on who you talk to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Perhaps 9 years ago I tried my hand at a recipe I found on the internet for a pecan dessert (it's pie-esque) made with Ritz crackers. It was such a wild hit that I have made it every year since and it is still a hit everywhere I bring it. (Case in point, a Christmas party I just went to on Dec. 23.) I don't like taking credit for the pie since it was an internet recipe and is super easy but people go crazy for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I asked Kid Sister #1 for an interesting thing about me, and she said, "You like to travel around the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Same question to Kid Sister #2, who is very literal. "You're wearing a silk pajama top over a t-shirt and sweatpants, and striped fuzzy socks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for my 7 nominations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://friscoshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;got too many brambles hiding under these bushes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hipgirlshome.com/"&gt;The Hip Girls Guide to Homemaking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftmybride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Craft My Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebudgetsavvybride.com/"&gt;Budget Savvy Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mydiyweddingday.com/"&gt;My DIY Wedding Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://averagejanecrafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Average Jane Crafter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://knittedandpurled.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knitted and Purled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7858773752684164340?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7858773752684164340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7858773752684164340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7858773752684164340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7858773752684164340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-beautiful-blogger-apparently.html' title='I&apos;m a Beautiful Blogger, Apparently'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SyJUERzj65I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ds_FSItzD5g/s72-c/Beautifulbloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7359762433314147427</id><published>2009-12-21T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:40:36.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'>To Do List for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find food coloring for baking Christmas cookies.  I lost it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload photos onto Mother's digital photo frame (Christmas present) while she is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a dent in cleaning out my old bedroom since Sister is considering a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call and harass my former property management company since it has been 5 months since I left the apartment in great shape and still no deposit returned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about/order Baby Sister's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7359762433314147427?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7359762433314147427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7359762433314147427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7359762433314147427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7359762433314147427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-do-list-for-day.html' title='To Do List for the day'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6626016460931121468</id><published>2009-12-17T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:13:05.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting to have many more down moments than up ones.  Is it Fiance’s absence?  Is it the impending end of my time with family and friends?  Is the holidays that, though I love them, highlight all of the holes and dark, empty spaces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just PMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6626016460931121468?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6626016460931121468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6626016460931121468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6626016460931121468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6626016460931121468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-to-have-many-more-down-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3982471105786090577</id><published>2009-12-07T14:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:19:22.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiance has been gone for 12 days.  He'll be back in 3 weeks.  Painful, I tell you.  But we are getting through.  I have my sisters to ease the pain, and he has his servants and swimming pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years, I am starting to resent my work as a ghostwriter.  It is draining to never get credit for your work, to have it go to someone else who hasn't done anything.  I know this is what I get paid for, but it is hard.  I just saw some feedback on an article I wrote.  My boss, who supposedly wrote it, was hailed by the magazine editor as one of the top writers on this subject in business.  (Would they still find it so compelling if they knew it did not come from a middle-aged CEO, but from an underpaid 20-something woman?)  Such a high compliment for my work, but it didn't go to me.  And instead of feeling good about it, I feel like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3982471105786090577?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3982471105786090577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3982471105786090577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3982471105786090577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3982471105786090577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiance-has-been-gone-for-12-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5682719031883764891</id><published>2009-11-28T17:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:06:53.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'>What 8 Year Olds Are Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hilarious. I love that 'internet connection' topped 'food' and 'shelter.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxGs-GhyxlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1HQ7yxUvlYY/s1600/DSCN2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409294810352895570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxGs-GhyxlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1HQ7yxUvlYY/s400/DSCN2825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5682719031883764891?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5682719031883764891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5682719031883764891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5682719031883764891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5682719031883764891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-8-year-olds-are-thankful-for.html' title='What 8 Year Olds Are Thankful For'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxGs-GhyxlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/1HQ7yxUvlYY/s72-c/DSCN2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4635835765125110109</id><published>2009-11-28T06:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:54:25.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'>Holi-daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't help it, I love lists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New fundraising idea from Fiance - mega yard sale. This is a great one for a lot of reasons - namely, my family is made up of packrats who are sitting on a goldmine of toys, gadgets, DVDs, etc. that they wouldn't even notice missing. Not to mention the fact that my mother has politely requested that after living elsewhere for over 3 years, I finally get my shit together and clean out my old bedroom. Sad, I know. Obviously I have tons of books and stuff down there. Does anyone still buy CDs? What if they are 50 cents to a dollar? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiance left 2 days ago to return to his parents abroad for a month. Yes, it sucks big time, but I'm happy for him... somewhere inside... I'm sure I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother and EFS took Sisters away to "the country" for the weekend and I stayed behind to hang out with Sister, whom I haven't seen much in the month that I've been back. She works 2 jobs and goes to college. She barely sleeps, and obviously doesn't have much time/energy to socialize. She's been making me watch a bunch of dumb comedy movies but I don't mind, it's just nice to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxEcCZGBnAI/AAAAAAAAA38/xFG76s5hrsg/s1600/ss_100210056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409135454870150146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxEcCZGBnAI/AAAAAAAAA38/xFG76s5hrsg/s320/ss_100210056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a couple of close people in my life who just had babies and I want to give them a nice 'Baby's 1st Christmas' gift. Websites like Zazzle let you put photos on ornaments and stuff but it seems... I don't know, plain vanilla and overpriced? I keep thinking I could make a much jazzier photo ornament with some color in it. Looking for ideas online. So far, &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/crafts-for-babys-first-christmas/"&gt;this is the cutest one I've found&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always been a holiday-loving person. The last few years have been weird, what with all the tragedy putting a damper on festivities, but I would rather go through the holiday season with a few down moments than not at all. There's just something about it that excites me and makes me feel warm inside. We have plenty of traditions in my family - opening presents at midnight on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas morning, fancy dinners that Mom cooks, playing Christmas music in the house, baking cookies. I am trying to start some new traditions myself (ooh! it's a list within a list!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxEayVe3woI/AAAAAAAAA30/EK4aIqdb_PY/s1600/AKR028_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409134079511085698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxEayVe3woI/AAAAAAAAA30/EK4aIqdb_PY/s320/AKR028_350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last year I created a Holiday playlist at playlist.com and it kicked ass. I've got all the classics on it - Stevie Wonder, Band Aid, Paul McCartney - and a new album I'm in love with, &lt;a href="http://asthmatickitty.com/songs-for-christmas"&gt;Songs for Christmas&lt;/a&gt; by Sufjan Stevens. Listen to some of them on playlist.com or YouTube or wherever. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to get into some Christmas crafts with Kid &amp;amp; Baby Sisters. There are tons of ideas online but it takes time to wade through them all. Kids love arts &amp;amp; crafts, especially *my* kids, and it's fun to do that kind of stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On that same note, Kid Sisters and I have been making handmade gifts together. For example, while Kid Sister #1 was home from school with strep throat last week, we got out the origami kit and made a couple of picture frames, then put their school photos in it and wrapped it for Mom. Kid Sister #1, who can knit at 8 years old, also made Mom a coaster. She's making one for me now.  She's bummed because it can't be a surprise - she needs my help when she drops stitches.  Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visiting a ton of family. I always saw one set of my grandparents for the holidays, but that was usually it. Now that my father has passed away, however, I am really starting to reevalute the meaning of family in my life and call up aunts, uncles, cousins, and such. It has been really rewarding so far. For example, a bunch of us cousins grew up together, playing together every weekend, and then for some reason, we fell out of touch as teenagers. A couple of us are now married, babies on the way, and reconnecting with them has been fantastic. It's great when I'm in town and can actually get together, rather than just calling from Texas to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am tempted as all hell to put on a Charlie Brown Christmas play with the kids. I know, I am being psycho ambitious but I have never been home for this long before!! I always get 2 weeks with my family, but this year I have over 2 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4635835765125110109?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4635835765125110109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4635835765125110109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4635835765125110109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4635835765125110109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-help-it-i-love-lists.html' title='Holi-daze'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SxEcCZGBnAI/AAAAAAAAA38/xFG76s5hrsg/s72-c/ss_100210056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5074046077753464778</id><published>2009-11-24T06:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:29:05.837-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Random Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I bet you don't believe me but I *so* miss blogging here. I don't even have a good reason for &lt;em&gt;not, &lt;/em&gt;except a general lack of excitement about my everyday life. Since I haven't written in weeks, let me try to scrounge something up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home (as in my family's home) for a month now and wrangled another month out of my job back in TX. Blessing and a curse as I'm sure those of you with your own residences who visit 'home' know quite well. Love spending time with all the Sisters, but too much time with kids is hard, as is everyday life around Evil Faux Stepfather. I haven't written much about him or his relationship with Mother since I don't feel right airing my family's dirty laundry so to speak, but suffice it to say that Sister and I cannot stand him and with good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiance and I have been spending a lot of time looking at wedding venues. It is really exciting but also exhausting. He is going abroad again tomorrow to spend another month with his parents, and while he is gone The Traveler is going to venue-shop with me. She is the PERFECT person to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also DIY gifts at this time of year. In the past it has been hats and/or scarves for Mother and Sisters, but this year I am trying to branch out. That means balaclava for Baby Sister (done), mittens for Kid Sisters (almost done) and Jay and Silent Bob fingerless gloves for Sister (in progress). Don't ask me how I am doing the last one - it was a vision I had involving knit gloves and felt and it is actually coming out REALLY well. I am planning to finish up quick and give them to her now so she can actually use them before Christmas. I'll post pictures, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to think of ways to save some dough for the wedding. Nothing earth-shattering has come up yet but let me bounce these off you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Freelance writing/editing/blogging jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saving pocket change in a jar (don't knock it till you've tried it, I've racked up plenty of spare $20s this way after a trip to a Coinstar machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Selling books and other things from my old bedroom, which Mother is threatening to empty out anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Putting in time to the &lt;a href="http://www.timebanks.org/"&gt;Time Bank&lt;/a&gt; to receive not money, but services, in return (note: this is possibly the best idea I've ever heard of). I could get a graphic designer to do our invitations for free, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.bookmooch.com/"&gt;Mooching my books&lt;/a&gt; to rack up points for Christmas gifts for Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eating out less and finding creative ways to go out with friends for less (haven't been successful at this yet, but cut me a break, it's New York City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5074046077753464778?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5074046077753464778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5074046077753464778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5074046077753464778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5074046077753464778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-catching-up.html' title='Random Catching Up'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2547428179311198356</id><published>2009-11-08T01:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:36:09.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SvZzjY3FRCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jWrNQZIH61U/s1600-h/throat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401631854883587106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SvZzjY3FRCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jWrNQZIH61U/s200/throat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another post to piggyback the last one since I STILL CAN'T SLEEP. I've gargled with warm salt water, taken Nyquil, taken Halls and consumed a hot beverage - nothing. I'm hoping the Nyquil will kick in soon. Mother got me 'Less Drowsy' which would be good under normal circumstances but now I'm wishing it was More Drowsy. (I didn't even know they made Less Drowsy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding planning is exciting and overwhelming at the same time. Part of me is like,&lt;em&gt; Yay, this is so much fun!&lt;/em&gt; and the other part is like, &lt;em&gt;Geez, I only get one of these and I want it to be just so and how can I ever make these decisions?&lt;/em&gt; The internet is both a blessing and a bane. It has so many fantastic ideas but I wind up bookmarking them all and that's just more overwhelming. Here are my favorite blog feeds of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offbeatbride.com/"&gt;Offbeat Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diybride.com/"&gt;DIY Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mydiyweddingday.com/"&gt;My DIY Wedding Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftmybride.blogspot.com/"&gt;craftmybride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://budgetsavvybride.wordpress.com/"&gt;Budget Savvy Bride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Random thought: I could go for a trip to the library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2547428179311198356?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2547428179311198356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2547428179311198356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2547428179311198356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2547428179311198356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-post-to-piggyback-last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SvZzjY3FRCI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jWrNQZIH61U/s72-c/throat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2644310173934358256</id><published>2009-11-08T00:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:44:23.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My throat is very, very sore and I can't sleep.  Darn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had lunch with Fiance, the Traveler and the Traveler's Mate, Bro, Best Friend and Childhood Friend.  We ate at a Thai restaurant in Brooklyn.  I was able to give them their gifts from abroad and Bro gave me some souvenirs from Boston that he picked up for me.  It was a lot of fun :)  I had really missed them while I was away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2644310173934358256?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2644310173934358256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2644310173934358256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2644310173934358256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2644310173934358256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-throat-is-very-very-sore-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-9060444353846170349</id><published>2009-11-02T12:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:42:50.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'>101 Things to Do in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>I thought I would return to my list since I am over a year in and have been tracking my progress personally, if not publicly.  I've also added some things, such as 'Do 5 New Things with Sisters' and 'Learn How to Embroider.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning: April 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Current: November 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Ending: January 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put change in someone's expired meter&lt;br /&gt;Donate blood&lt;br /&gt;Participate in a charity walk&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer to serve food to the hungry&lt;br /&gt;Knit an item for charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Make five donations to five different charities (4/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Volunteer with children 20 times&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Switch over to my own shopping bags&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Walk to the library rather than drive (4/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Start recycling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bring washcloths to work and stop using paper towels&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Being a Global Citizen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Visit another country&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Visit another place in Texas besides Austin&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn Hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Take a road trip&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Re-establish my habit of reading the newspaper daily (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Significantly improve my Italian (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make more Italian penpals (in progress)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Visit an American city I've never been to before&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Make regular exercise a habit&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Go to the dentist&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditate once a week for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Find a therapist I like&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Check my blood sugar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Check my cholesterol&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose 'X' lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Professional, Financial &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;General Things Smart People Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the GRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Start investing in a 401k&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Create a budget (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get into the habit of writing 300 words a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Write a novel (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Clean up flash drive&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Clean up files on work computer&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Clean up files on laptop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up Google Documents&lt;br /&gt;Back up this blog&lt;br /&gt;Create a new 101 list to work on after this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Earn my market value (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Scan/archive family photos (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organize my writing portfolio&lt;br /&gt;Organize my writing scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Become more of a decision-maker (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Become more car-savvy (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wash my kitchen floor&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write 15 short stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Update my resume&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Create a cover letter template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Relearn Spanish (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Take a romantic trip with Boyfriend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Write letters to friends (1/15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy myself flowers&lt;br /&gt;Make a surprise candlelit dinner for Boyfriend for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do 5 new things with Sisters (2/5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a play in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Go to a play at a theatre&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the opera&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Read 20 classics that I have never read before (9/20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attend 10 different religious services (1/10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get a massage&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on a hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fill an entire scrapbook (in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reread &lt;u&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get a facial&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Learn to knit a hat&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Farmer's Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cook 101 new dishes and compile them into a personal cookbook with where I got the recipes and changes made (10/101)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read every nonfiction book by C.S. Lewis that I haven't read yet&lt;br /&gt;Participate at &lt;a href="http://gimmeyourstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;gimmeyourstuff.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie down in the grass and look at the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Exchange five postcards with friends abroad&lt;br /&gt;Knit a prayer shawl&lt;br /&gt;Knit a pair of socks&lt;br /&gt;Reread every J.D. Salinger work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Send a secret to &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make calzones with Mom's recipe&lt;br /&gt;Reread &lt;u&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake a cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bake cookies with a friend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Finish reading the &lt;u style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/u&gt; series&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Complete 50 knitting projects (25/50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go dancing&lt;br /&gt;Reread the &lt;u&gt;LOTR&lt;/u&gt; series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Go to a concert&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Buy myself some fun jewelry I like&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rent and watch 25 movies I have always wanted to see (11/25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit 2-3 coasters for my desk at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knit a pair of mittens (in progress)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to embroider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-9060444353846170349?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/9060444353846170349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=9060444353846170349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9060444353846170349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9060444353846170349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/11/101-things-to-do-in-1001-days.html' title='101 Things to Do in 1001 Days'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4439219975777088796</id><published>2009-10-30T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:39:11.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>I am back in my hometown (city) spending time with my family for a month before returning to Texas.  It's a secret I'm keeping from anyone at my job.  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been here for 2 days so far but I managed to find my old Halloween costume in the basement.  Queen Guinevere is making a comeback at my sister's costume party tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost about 14 pounds while abroad, and I'm hoping that the chocolate from tonight and tomorrow doesn't reverse it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4439219975777088796?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4439219975777088796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4439219975777088796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4439219975777088796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4439219975777088796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/10/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2105723708794617112</id><published>2009-10-23T03:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:02:43.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SuFw3s3SBtI/AAAAAAAAA3c/euET_f_aaO4/s1600-h/bridalbootcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395717930804709074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SuFw3s3SBtI/AAAAAAAAA3c/euET_f_aaO4/s400/bridalbootcamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am not surprised to see that &lt;a href="http://www.bridalbootcamponline.com/publicsite/funnel/index.aspx"&gt;they have weight loss programs specifically for brides-to-be&lt;/a&gt;. The thing is, I don't need a program. Surprisingly, I know exactly how to lose weight. It's a very complicated plan with the following steps, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop eating crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe I should write a book and make some mon-ay to help pay for the wedding. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2105723708794617112?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2105723708794617112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2105723708794617112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2105723708794617112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2105723708794617112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-surprised-to-see-that-they.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SuFw3s3SBtI/AAAAAAAAA3c/euET_f_aaO4/s72-c/bridalbootcamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1383939440756266546</id><published>2009-10-19T09:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:24:11.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Fantastic News, and Other Bits That Are Less Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Stx2GpWyO5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/BT-OqQ46eSI/s1600-h/engaged.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394316310235724690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Stx2GpWyO5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/BT-OqQ46eSI/s400/engaged.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday Boyfriend and I got officially engaged at one of the wonders of the world. He gave me a diamond ring, we took photos with his family and we had dinner at a fancy hotel. Our lovely engagement dinner gave us... if not food poisoning, then its close cousin, and we were up all night throwing up until we needed to have an emergency doctor visit in our hotel room at 3 am.&lt;/p&gt;You can't script this stuff, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1383939440756266546?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1383939440756266546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1383939440756266546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1383939440756266546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1383939440756266546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/10/fantastic-news-and-other-bits-that-are.html' title='Fantastic News, and Other Bits That Are Less Fantastic'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Stx2GpWyO5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/BT-OqQ46eSI/s72-c/engaged.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-9094706515505278603</id><published>2009-09-30T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:13:56.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently started praying for faith.  I know that seems random and out of the blue so I guess I'll backtrack a bit.  Somewhere along the way, in the last few years of my life, I lost my faith.  It was a gradual process - it didn't happen overnight.  When I was 17, I was convinced that my purpose in life was to be a pastor so that I could repay the great debt that I owed to God.  I wanted to use my life to thank Him for saving me from the depression that haunted me since childhood.  I even attended a Christian college to prepare for my calling to ministry.  I loved it there.  I was surrounded by people who shared my beliefs and we encouraged each other.  It was one of the best times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 19, I had my doubts.  I had long since left the Christian college (out of finances and a new calling to literature) and the church (out of laziness).  I would spend countless hours sitting with my then best friend Fellow Seeker, discussing all the ways in which God had disappointed us.  We believed in God, but we were disturbed by what we perceived as His misogyny, homophobia and general negligence regarding the human race.  Soon Veteran Seeker joined our ranks.  We were a formidable group who shared not just friendship and love, but ideals, philosophies and... if not dreams for the future, at least dreams of escaping the past.  The old Christian ways were dead - we would have to revise them, modernize them, bring them into the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 20, tragedy struck my life in such a forceful way that I fell to my knees and prayed like I hadn't in years, prayers born from desperation and terror.  I went back to church, I repented my evil ways if only God would save us from this.  He did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my early 20s I became angrier and angrier at God.  I vacillated between feeling that He did not exist to thinking that He did exist but was kind of a jerk who was out to get me.  I still vacillate to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though today something else creeps in - desire, longing, wanting to reclaim some of my past, but on my own terms.  I go to a church or temple, I see people praying, I see their humility, and I think... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could get that back, would I be happy?&lt;/span&gt;  But my faith is so dead that I cannot even pretend to believe.   I am so utterly convinced that God is a concept humanity invented to make ourselves feel better.  I don't want to believe that, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start praying again to ask for many things: safety for friends and family, peace in my mind, strength... and faith.  I figure it can't hurt to ask for it.  If there is a God, and if my prayers are heard, then hope for regaining my faith might not be lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-9094706515505278603?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/9094706515505278603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=9094706515505278603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9094706515505278603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9094706515505278603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-recently-started-praying-for-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6526448992294817527</id><published>2009-09-29T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:46:46.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a cafe with Boyfriend with our laptops.  We have just consumed some food and coffee drinks and talked about our wedding date and guest list.  I feel so very blah, couldn't tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started back in with my exercise regime today.  I have been swimming a lot and eating healthier here but apart from that I haven't been very consistent on exercise.  I think it will help relieve the depression symptoms - actually, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it will if I just forced myself to do it.  So I did belly dancing today.  I was able to buy &lt;a href="http://www.bellytwins.com/"&gt;my favorite series&lt;/a&gt; at a local store for dirt cheap so I was pretty happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should blog since I am at a place with wifi (internet at the residence is quite slow) but honestly, what to tell?  I document cultural observations at my travel blog, the link to which most of you have, and not much is left for here except occasional sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6526448992294817527?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6526448992294817527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6526448992294817527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6526448992294817527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6526448992294817527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-cafe-with-boyfriend-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3038995686220411767</id><published>2009-09-25T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:05:56.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've neglected you.  I know.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a hard time adjusting to life in a foreign country.  I have, however, lasted over a month and am doing much better now.  (Two more months to go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that I am spending my entire life worrying about things that might never happen.  How can I stop doing that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3038995686220411767?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3038995686220411767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3038995686220411767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3038995686220411767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3038995686220411767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-neglected-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6122059812943872005</id><published>2009-08-09T06:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:35:25.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Par-tay</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a blast at my two parties this weekend.  Party #1 included friends like Bro, the Traveler, Future Priest, etc.  We had a good time despite the fact that very few people were brave enough to tackle the karaoke machine and I laughed so hard I spit out a mouthful of Diet Coke over an entire pizza pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party #2 was yesterday and much of Father's family was there: my grandparents, my aunts and cousins, my great aunt, my second cousins.  It was the first time I had seen them since his funeral over a year ago and though it was difficult, it was quite worth it.  Great Aunt also gave me a little family history, which was awesome.  When I return to the States, I need to call her and ask her for more information for my genealogical research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my stay, which is slowly coming to a close, should be relatively quiet.  And then, onward!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6122059812943872005?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6122059812943872005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6122059812943872005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6122059812943872005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6122059812943872005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/08/par-tay.html' title='Par-tay'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2823603693979690096</id><published>2009-08-05T06:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:31:55.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>I Love Lists</title><content type='html'>And I can't stop making them. That must say something about my personality but it's too early for me to figure out what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought two new pairs of shoes yesterday. They are gorgeous and were cheap. You don't understand what a big deal this is - I NEVER buy shoes because I need size 10 flats that aren't hideous and, well, those rarely exist. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I brought a pair of comfy, cute flip flops for the Traveler and I really need to remember to give them to her when I see her. She reads this blog, hence the public mental note. They are in my size but they are too small nonetheless and they seem like her style, at least for casual days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday friends are coming over, Saturday, family. Does it get any better? The only thing I'm dreading is the cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the best things about hanging out with Mother now, after Father's death, is that she has constant stories about him back when life was simpler. It makes me miss him but I can't stop asking. She wants me to visit the cemetery while I'm in town - I will, but it doesn't mean much to me. I've gone once after the funeral and it doesn't feel like he is there, it just feels like a park with gravestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apparently I got my love of coffee from him. My mother drinks it but doesn't need to every day, whereas he drank it not only every morning but all throughout the day. Yeah, Dad, kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnlqLYVCr3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/oS1pTswpK6Q/s1600-h/flower+wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366437174730469234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnlqLYVCr3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/oS1pTswpK6Q/s320/flower+wreath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am starting to really like the idea of having a flower wreath instead of a bridal veil and bringing some earth/nature/hippy-ness to the wedding. I think I could pull it off. I don't want a fancy, poofy, lacey gown anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2823603693979690096?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2823603693979690096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2823603693979690096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2823603693979690096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2823603693979690096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-lists.html' title='I Love Lists'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnlqLYVCr3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/oS1pTswpK6Q/s72-c/flower+wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6460267495084277678</id><published>2009-08-02T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:39:15.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently in "the country" where my family has a vacation home. We are only spending the weekend. It has been a lot of fun. My family has had this place for 2+ years, but since I live out of state, I have only been here 2-3 times. I love it every time. It is so relaxing and beautiful. There is a lake and a ton of greenery, and the little house is quaint and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an 8 foot tall black bear on the loose this weekend, but I am trying not to worry about that. We leave tonight anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is slow here, but that's okay. It prevents me from spending too much time online and not enjoying the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had perfect weather: in fact, my sisters and I got some sunburn (the youngest one excepted, she is half-Hispanic and tans beautifully). We went to the lake and to the pool, ate barbecue and generally had a good time. This morning, everyone is still asleep, and it is raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the rain. I kind of hope it rains all day. It is a nice change from the 113 degrees I left behind in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6460267495084277678?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6460267495084277678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6460267495084277678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6460267495084277678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6460267495084277678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-currently-in-country-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3714365486279475455</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:43:21.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnEZKpXL0mI/AAAAAAAAAt4/HQxTUrdCiT8/s1600-h/insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364096301867455074" style="width: 265px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnEZKpXL0mI/AAAAAAAAAt4/HQxTUrdCiT8/s400/insomnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This not sleeping thing is hanging on.  It's only been 2 nights so I am trying not to worry, but I am not an insomniac by nature.  It must be all the impending change and the emotions/stress to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I am starting to try to navigate the nuances of working remotely.  I've done it before here and there but not for months at a time.  I have to say, you would think that a person would be less aggravated when out of the office, but I find that I have even less patience for stupidity than I do in the office.  Perhaps it is because when you are in the real world, removed from the dysfunction, you have space to think to yourself, "I don't need this shit."  I bet this is why employers are loathe to let employees work from home.  Such employees probably don't ever return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Childhood Friend and I had dinner and then coffee.  It was great.  We don't see each other or talk often but I love it when we do.  It really is like no time was lost at all.  She was kind enough to come to me in the not-too-enticing suburb my family now lives in since I am doped up on various vaccines and tired as all hell.&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/10982636-3714365486279475455?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3714365486279475455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3714365486279475455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3714365486279475455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3714365486279475455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-not-sleeping-thing-is-hanging-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SnEZKpXL0mI/AAAAAAAAAt4/HQxTUrdCiT8/s72-c/insomnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3067240305731375609</id><published>2009-07-28T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:21:46.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I arrived home to spend some time with my family before Boyfriend and I leave the country.  I am very tired but also wired for some reason, hence being up, blogging, this late.  I already miss Boyfriend and all of the vaccinations I have had to get for the upcoming trip are making me sick.  So, not too conducive to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General "at home" guilty pleasures that I plan to indulge in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading issues of &lt;em&gt;Glamour&lt;/em&gt; that are inevitably lying around the house.  Someone subscribed years ago and I don't even know if they read it.  I don't subscribe to or buy that anti-feminist garbage but whenever I'm home I check up on those 10 Things to Do to Drive Him Wild, you know, just to keep an eye on the ideological competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with Mother at the Italian market.  Antipasto, cannolis and vino ... oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking Little Sisters out to movies, restaurants, the library, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveling to the family's vacation home in another state where I can lie on the swing on the porch and read books undisturbed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3067240305731375609?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3067240305731375609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3067240305731375609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3067240305731375609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3067240305731375609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-arrived-home-to-spend-some-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1285252578992511919</id><published>2009-07-25T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:24:38.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'>Latest news</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a few days left to pack everything up and put it into storage before going home to visit with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend From Work has turned me on to &lt;a href="http://www.2kgames.com/civ4/"&gt;Civilization IV&lt;/a&gt;.  How did I not know about this game before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CL Friend's baby shower was a great success.  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have become a big fan of &lt;a href="http://offbeatbride.com/"&gt;Offbeat Bride&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I leave you with this awesome video that I just love:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1285252578992511919?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1285252578992511919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1285252578992511919&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1285252578992511919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1285252578992511919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest-news.html' title='Latest news'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7685095862862395306</id><published>2009-07-12T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:21:33.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'>Belief-O-Matic</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you remember, but in the past I have taken Beliefnet's &lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/Entertainment/Quizzes/BeliefOMatic.aspx"&gt;Belief-O-Matic quiz&lt;/a&gt; every so often, and continually got different results.  First I was a &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2005/03/getting-better.html"&gt;Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestant or Quaker&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I was a &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-things-new.html"&gt;Quaker and Unitarian&lt;/a&gt;.  I just took it today, 4 years from the last time I took it, and I am a Neo-Pagan and Unitarian.  It's amazing how far we come (or fall)!  I suspect this is because I kept answering about God being spirit and universal and not really a person, as well as the importance of goodness in life and liberal social policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.  Neo-Pagan  (100%)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Unitarian Universalism (100%)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Liberal Quakers (93%)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mahayana Buddhism (90%)&lt;br /&gt;5.  New Age (85%)&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hinduism (83%)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sikhism (76%)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Jainism (72%)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Reform Judaism (72%)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Theravada Buddhism (68%)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (67%)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Baha'i Faith (65%)&lt;br /&gt;13.  Taoism (63%)&lt;br /&gt;14.  Scientology (59%)&lt;br /&gt;15.  New Thought (59%)&lt;br /&gt;16.  Secular Humanism (59%)&lt;br /&gt;17.  Orthodox Judaism (48%)&lt;br /&gt;18.  Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (45%)&lt;br /&gt;19.  Orthodox Quaker (44%)&lt;br /&gt;20.  Islam (40%)&lt;br /&gt;21.  Nontheist (34%)&lt;br /&gt;22.  Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (27%)&lt;br /&gt;23.  Seventh Day Adventist (23%)&lt;br /&gt;24.  Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (22%)&lt;br /&gt;25.  Jehovah's Witness (16%)&lt;br /&gt;26.  Eastern Orthodox (14%)&lt;br /&gt;27.  Roman Catholic (14%)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7685095862862395306?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7685095862862395306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7685095862862395306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7685095862862395306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7685095862862395306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/belief-o-matic.html' title='Belief-O-Matic'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6377889411521463963</id><published>2009-07-11T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:38:00.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyfriend is sleeping, and this is my quiet time.  I am drinking coffee, painting my fingernails party red, listening to &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; and blogging.  I love Boyfriend and, in fact, we probably spend more time together than is healthy, but these little quiet times (without the TV on!) are awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Crafty Friend (I used to call her Artsy Friend but this seems more appropriate) the other night for dinner and knitting.  She gave me a book of Wedding Crafts that she had picked up somewhere.  So cute!  She knows me so well, judging from her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SlijaFvektI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XhF5IiZQa4Y/s1600-h/moving+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SlijaFvektI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XhF5IiZQa4Y/s320/moving+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357211425370444498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are leaving this apartment (and the country) in a few weeks, I need to go through all the crap I have accumulated here in the last 2 years.  It's amazing how much you can pack into small spaces while living there.  If I moved it all out, I bet I couldn't fit it back in ;)  Closet full of yarn, bookshelf full of books, storage bins full of journals, greeting cards, photos, craft materials...  It's incredible.  And you know I don't want to throw anything away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step 1: Donate unwanted books to public library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Decide which books, yarns, DVDs, etc. are making the trip with me and which are going into storage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to plan out much further until I get there; I'm overwhelmed enough already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6377889411521463963?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6377889411521463963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6377889411521463963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6377889411521463963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6377889411521463963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/boyfriend-is-sleeping-and-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SlijaFvektI/AAAAAAAAAtE/XhF5IiZQa4Y/s72-c/moving+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-9099340513281544650</id><published>2009-07-10T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:09:16.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyfriend and I have just made the decision to spend several months abroad.  We are leaving quite soon, and this big change made me reconsider my blog here.  After all, I want to start a new blog that is not anonymous to allow my friends and family in the U.S. to keep up with my travels.  I have been so open here that I cringe at the thought of it becoming linked with my real self, considering that the internet betrays us all and your boss, for example, can find out much more about you than you want to share after a few clicks.  After much thought, I figured that if I couldn't write about my life here, there was really no point in continuing it. I was ready to retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hesitant, though.  I feel that I would lose all of my readers, and that if I wanted to restart when I return at the beginning of next year, the momentum would be gone.  No one would stop by anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking that I can keep the blog without discussing my travels or even where I am.  (Mysterious, huh?)  There are many other things I can share - my thoughts on life and spirituality, my wedding planning, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to vote?  Will you still read or not interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-9099340513281544650?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/9099340513281544650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=9099340513281544650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9099340513281544650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9099340513281544650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/boyfriend-and-i-have-just-made-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2081559127189643422</id><published>2009-07-03T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:10:22.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Sk6dRMANCAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/goFcHkPQlUc/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Sk6dRMANCAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/goFcHkPQlUc/s320/shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354389925595514882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing a baby shower for CL Friend, who is having a little girl.  (We just found out early this week.)  I only have a couple of weeks to plan this shindig and I have never thrown one before.  I've attended a couple - both  my mother's - but no games were played, no activities.  I have been researching via the internet and people I know who have been to baby showers and apparently games and activities are important.  The problem is, all of the common baby shower games that I have come across SUCK ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone cuts a piece of yarn at the length they think will fit around the mother-to-be's belly.  The person who is closest wins a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have to guess what flavor baby food is by the color of it, without the jar around.  Winner, again, gets a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a really disgusting game involving melting different chocolate bars in diapers and people have to guess what kind of chocolate bar it was before melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't have this kind of thing at her shower.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2081559127189643422?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2081559127189643422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2081559127189643422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2081559127189643422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2081559127189643422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-throwing-baby-shower-for-cl-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/Sk6dRMANCAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/goFcHkPQlUc/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6878368147842628804</id><published>2009-06-27T10:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:15:50.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Apps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkY76jz02dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/q6G86XDZKng/s1600-h/apps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkY76jz02dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/q6G86XDZKng/s320/apps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352031084407478738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an iPhone for almost 2 years now and I've never had an app.  I didn't get caught up in App Fever so I didn't make any effort to figure out how they work.  I became interested in a free NPR app a few months ago, but I was unable to download it successfully, so I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, an Apple-obsessed colleague helped me (read: told me to download my free updates, which I had never done) and now I have apps!  They're awesome!  I'm amazed by how many are out there.  I have a bunch of free ones like &lt;a href="http://www.lexcycle.com/"&gt;Stanza&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/on-the-iphone"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;, and my newest obsession is &lt;a href="http://www.freshapps.com/lose-it/"&gt;Lose It!&lt;/a&gt; which is also free and helps you track calorie intake and exercise for weight loss.  Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6878368147842628804?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6878368147842628804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6878368147842628804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6878368147842628804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6878368147842628804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-make-me-happy-apps.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Apps'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkY76jz02dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/q6G86XDZKng/s72-c/apps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6376783300086011029</id><published>2009-06-27T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:24:35.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those of you who don't want your online activity tracked by advertisers should &lt;a href="http://www.networkadvertising.org/managing/opt_out.asp"&gt;go here and opt out for free&lt;/a&gt;.  It will even tell you who's already put cookies on your machine to track you.  Creepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6376783300086011029?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6376783300086011029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6376783300086011029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6376783300086011029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6376783300086011029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-of-you-who-dont-want-your-online.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4268588723582536472</id><published>2009-06-26T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:34:26.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkWg2WfRS8I/AAAAAAAAApI/rQHOaWC7umg/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkWg2WfRS8I/AAAAAAAAApI/rQHOaWC7umg/s320/michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351860587809819586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be "sick of hearing about Michael Jackson" - some of my colleagues were, apparently - but I am very sad about his passing.  When I was 11, I hijacked my Mom's brand new copy of his 2-disc set, HIStory, and listened to it over and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4268588723582536472?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4268588723582536472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4268588723582536472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4268588723582536472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4268588723582536472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-of-you-may-be-sick-of-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SkWg2WfRS8I/AAAAAAAAApI/rQHOaWC7umg/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5918814669440617255</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:53:33.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SjhameuPxSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YHwMUvuSEvs/s1600-h/chagall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SjhameuPxSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YHwMUvuSEvs/s320/chagall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348124174631028002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I've mentioned marriage at this blog, but the time is drawing near.  While the beau and I cannot become officially engaged until this fall, after some major events in his family are over and done, we are planning our wedding for next summer/fall, which is only one year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't admit this, but I am giddy with excitement.  I know, it's too stereotypically girly, but it's my wedding, folks!  If you're lucky, you only get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to a bridal fair with CL Friend (who is already married) and her other friend, who is in the same boat as I am (haven't announced the engagement yet but planning a summer '10 wedding).  I have heard there will be wedding cake for the tasting :)  Does it get any better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5918814669440617255?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5918814669440617255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5918814669440617255&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5918814669440617255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5918814669440617255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-how-much-ive-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SjhameuPxSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YHwMUvuSEvs/s72-c/chagall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1035681912902676958</id><published>2009-06-13T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:32:18.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been writing because, for once, there is a ton of important stuff going on in my life, but I don't feel at liberty to discuss it on a public blog.  We shall see if I decide to reveal any of it.  (Ooh, will I have you coming back for more with this little cliffhanger?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to go to church for weeks now.  During the week I pick out a church (Episcopalian, of course), get all excited, and talk about going.  I am set on going until Sunday morning, when something stops me.  I just don't want to go, and I have a hard time believing it's pure Sunday laziness.  I wonder what is drawing me to church on weekdays but repelling me when the time actually comes?  Is this something I will get over soon, or will I never make it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great uncle passed away a few days ago.  I was so upset when I heard the news about his cancer but since I have been filing it away and ignoring my feelings.  Therapist says that this habit of mine guarantees a long, drawn-out grieving process - not only in this case but over other losses as well - but I'm not ready to give it up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how are all of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1035681912902676958?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1035681912902676958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1035681912902676958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1035681912902676958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1035681912902676958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-not-been-writing-because-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-336137155894123949</id><published>2009-05-23T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:58:42.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things on my mind to write about.  Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great uncle (my grandmother's brother) has cancer.  He went into the hospital for pneumonia, had a heart attack while he was there, and now they found cancer.  He doesn't know yet.  They told his wife, and she confided in another great uncle (bad move) so the whole family knows, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other great uncles (another sibling in this particular branch of the family) just had a heart attack.  My grandmother (with whom I have less of a relationship than I do with these uncles, oddly enough) has diabetes and shot kidneys and all kinds of problems, though she seems to have stabilized of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started researching my genealogy I have really wanted to reconnect with the family, especially older generations, to let them know I care about them and to hear their stories.  I have been meaning to call the first uncle I mentioned for ages.  I apparently didn't have the time.  Now who knows if I will even get to?  I have been trying to call but their answering machine is full and he doesn't have a phone in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time does he have left? I wonder.  Am I going to get to ask him about his life?  His childhood, his parents, the time the Mafia tried to recruit him (or so he claims)?  Or is all of that history going to die with him?  He doesn't have any children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bummed, man.  You always think you have time.  Right now, I'd just be happy with a phone call to let him know I care.  If I could get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-336137155894123949?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/336137155894123949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=336137155894123949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/336137155894123949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/336137155894123949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-lot-of-things-on-my-mind-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4755944405266092202</id><published>2009-05-22T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:10:20.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Zucchero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.windoweb.it/guida/musica/musica_foto/zucchero_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite artist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4755944405266092202?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4755944405266092202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4755944405266092202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4755944405266092202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4755944405266092202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-make-me-happy-zucchero.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Zucchero'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3559006617782288434</id><published>2009-05-11T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:40:59.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a good "don't-lose-it" mantra for work.  So far, I have been using "Serenity now!" from Seinfeld.  Anyone have a better suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoochie mama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3559006617782288434?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3559006617782288434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3559006617782288434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3559006617782288434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3559006617782288434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-good-dont-lose-it-mantra-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7962075325995058568</id><published>2009-05-09T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:03:30.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'>Oh My God</title><content type='html'>I have had a lot of thoughts and jotted down notes for blog posts, which I will get to shortly.  In this quick moment that I have, I want to note the lyrics of a Jars of Clay song that moves me beyond words.  It is so true, it really resonates.  You don't have to be a Christian to get it, you just have to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post the lyrics here, which are awesome, but you really have to &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#jars%20of%20clay%20oh%20my%20god"&gt;hear the song&lt;/a&gt; to get it.  Reading them will probably be unremarkable.  The music makes it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh my God, look around this place&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers reach around the bone&lt;br /&gt;You set the break and set the tone&lt;br /&gt;Flights of grace, and future falls&lt;br /&gt;In present pain&lt;br /&gt;All fools say, "Oh my God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;We make it worse when we don't bleed&lt;br /&gt;There is no cure for our disease&lt;br /&gt;Turn a phrase, and rise again&lt;br /&gt;Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, can I complain?&lt;br /&gt;You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief&lt;br /&gt;Weddings, boats and alibis&lt;br /&gt;All drift away, and a mother cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liars and fools; sons and failures&lt;br /&gt;Thieves will always say&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found; ailing wanderers&lt;br /&gt;Healers always say&lt;br /&gt;Whores and angels; men with problems&lt;br /&gt;Leavers always say&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearted; separated&lt;br /&gt;Orphans always say&lt;br /&gt;War creators; racial haters&lt;br /&gt;Preachers always say&lt;br /&gt;Distant fathers; fallen warriors&lt;br /&gt;Givers always say&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrim saints; lonely widows&lt;br /&gt;Users always say&lt;br /&gt;Fearful mothers; watchful doubters&lt;br /&gt;Saviors always say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot forgive&lt;br /&gt;And these days, mercy cuts so deep&lt;br /&gt;If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;While I lay, I dream we're better,&lt;br /&gt;Scales were gone and faces light&lt;br /&gt;When we wake, we hate our brother&lt;br /&gt;We still move to hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so badly bent?&lt;br /&gt;We all have a chance to murder&lt;br /&gt;We all feel the need for wonder&lt;br /&gt;We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven&lt;br /&gt;All the times I thought to reach up&lt;br /&gt;All the times I had to give&lt;br /&gt;Babies underneath their beds&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,&lt;br /&gt;All the comforts of cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance&lt;br /&gt;All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7962075325995058568?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7962075325995058568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7962075325995058568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7962075325995058568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7962075325995058568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6216424700775233569</id><published>2009-05-02T09:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:18:42.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'>Another Weekend To-Do List</title><content type='html'>How did my to-do list get so long?  And no matter how much I check off, there is more added on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged my weekend to-do list I got a lot done.  I don't know if it helped motivate me but I'm going to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Mother's day gifts. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail left-behind belongings back to the sisters. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake walnut chocolate chip cookies for the girls I visit. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean apartment (Oh, this is vague.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to recycling center. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;time to working on my novel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to bank.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help edit Sister's final paper. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call grandparents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes shopping. √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(I totally cheated and did a couple of these on Monday - ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6216424700775233569?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6216424700775233569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6216424700775233569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6216424700775233569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6216424700775233569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-weekend-to-do-list.html' title='Another Weekend To-Do List'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2879404907553765249</id><published>2009-04-29T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:32:18.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Are we sinking?</title><content type='html'>"Rumors" straight from an executive's mouth that your company won't last the year are not very motivating.  I have been working on a white paper but now I wonder, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sales will flow in during the 11th hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/53/93453-004-F91DDF75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Friend From Work #2 says, "We're on the Titanic, only there is no Leo DiCaprio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2879404907553765249?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2879404907553765249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2879404907553765249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2879404907553765249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2879404907553765249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-we-sinking.html' title='Are we sinking?'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5202302091060948943</id><published>2009-04-23T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:57:28.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been thinking out this blog post for a while so I might as well get down to it and write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound terribly opportunistic, but I am going to take a leap and be honest.  I have thought about going to church again, re-entering some form of faith, etc.  In order to take on a new challenge, one must inevitably ask, "What's in it for me?"  It sounds bad when you apply it to faith but I think the question is legitimate.  What will I get out of rekindling a lost faith?  It is a lot of work for me - to try to overcome my philosophical difficulties and doubts, to subdue my will to someone else's, not to mention waking up early on Sundays again.  What will faith give to me that I don't currently have, and ostensibly need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling to come up with a good answer.  I have had some experiences in my life that have led to my being a very anxious person.  I was always an anxious child, waiting for the sky to start falling.  So "God," to me, was a comfort.  He was someone I could trust to keep me, and my loved ones, safe.  This was my major faith benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I look at God in a new light based on the events of recent years, I don't believe in the comfort of the church or the safety God is supposed to provide.  There are many verses in the Bible that say that God protects believers, but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I have found that to be untrue.  Tragedies happen to Christians all the time, and if we are to follow this logic, it becomes quite easy to blame victims for not having enough faith, something that I abhor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I don't quite like the implication.  Are we not all God's children?  Should Muslims or Jews have to suffer catastrophe because they weren't raised within a Christian paradigm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, stories of how God has spared Christians in tragedies like 9/11 when other people died just piss me off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is anything I can get out of church and religion if not comfort.  I have never considered them outside of this context before, and it is strange and new.  I can't help but wonder, is it even worth it if I will still have to face my vulnerability in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5202302091060948943?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5202302091060948943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5202302091060948943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5202302091060948943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5202302091060948943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-been-thinking-out-this-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6017776065818714246</id><published>2009-04-19T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:25:22.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px; height: 292px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/elton-john/pictures/elton-john-picture-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6017776065818714246?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6017776065818714246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6017776065818714246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6017776065818714246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6017776065818714246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-me-happy-elton-john.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Elton John'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2061205973202402889</id><published>2009-04-18T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:54:22.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I have been having a hard time motivating myself to write here, feeling as if no one reads it anymore since you are all so silent.  Logging into my counter today, however, has informed me that I had over 3,000 unique visitors in just the last month.  So I guess y'all are mute.  But thanks for coming back nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Side note: I never said y'all before I got to Texas.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit of a difficult day.  I went to the group home for a birthday party for one of the girls.  I had a great time, but while I was there I learned that three of the girls had left.  One of them, age 14, went back to live with her mother, probably prematurely.  Another, age 16, ran away.  No one knew where she was for several weeks, though now they know she lives with her mother.  Finally, an 18 year old moved out - at 18 they are free to do whatever they want - but she does not even have a place to live.  She is going from friend to friend, crashing at people's places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids come from broken homes and often abusive situations, and it is so hard for them to make good choices.  Hell, it is hard for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;kid to make good choices, but when you have issues in your life and lack the type of guidance most kids have, you are even more at risk.  The organization I work with provides so much to these kids - not just guidance, but food, shelter, counseling, and a normal, healthy life - but at the end of the day, they cannot force the kids to accept it.  It has been a difficult thing for me to acknowledge, the flux of children and the idea that one day they might not be there anymore, and I will never see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the 18 year old is of age and is still located in the city, the house parents gave me her cell phone number.  I should be able to reach out to her and maintain the relationship if she is willing.  I hope that she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2061205973202402889?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2061205973202402889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2061205973202402889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2061205973202402889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2061205973202402889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-i-have-been-having-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-8318298621874873859</id><published>2009-04-18T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:42:28.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The night before my sisters arrived, Boyfriend and I went food shopping to buy all the things they like.  Boyfriend picked up some orange lily buds that hadn't yet opened.  The buds bloomed throughout the week when my girls were here.  Yesterday, on the last day of the visit, they were decrepit.  I will have to throw them out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, it was sunny while they visited (yes!) but today, the rains came.  It's dark and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the symbolism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-8318298621874873859?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/8318298621874873859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=8318298621874873859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8318298621874873859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8318298621874873859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-before-my-sisters-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2811679537956595649</id><published>2009-04-05T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:25:31.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an awesome experience I just had.  I started reading Sojourner's Truths from the beginning (February 2005).  I only got through two months worth of posts but it has been so enlightening to look at myself from the past.  It explains a lot about how I got here.  It also reminds me of a different time in my life.  I will probably continue to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own pleasure, I excerpted quirky/interesting quotes from the posts.  You don't have to read them if you don't want to - I am doing this for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; One confused chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Someone to offer thoughts and ideas, or just to laugh at me along the way (or is the the Way?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; To collect my thoughts as I consider different religious ideologies... To promote dialogue about them rather than just me talking to myself... To seek truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"Were I sufficiently wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I would follow the Great Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and only fear going astray"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(Tao Te Ching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Trying to get to heaven before they close the door"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(Bob Dylan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"[W]omen should remain silent in the churches. They are not allowed to speak, but must be in submission, as the Law says. If they want to inquire about something, they should ask their own husbands at home; for it is disgraceful for a woman to speak in the church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-1 Corinthians 14:34-35-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-Ephesians 5:22-24-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;You know what's strange? This stuff has actually made me consider the possibility that women really were only created to be wives and mothers. At one time, I wondered if even though we're equal, God really did only create us for that. Then I slapped myself. Inferiority propaganda is strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;During intermission, the person I went with (my mother's best friend) asked me, "So, what's the story? Why do you hate the world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I went to a Christian college briefly and one of my professors said that Christianity is extremely inclusive and extremely exclusive at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"Everyone needs a God who looks like them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(Sue Monk Kidd, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of Bees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;He told me during this Heresy at Starbucks episode that he wants to pull a Thomas Jefferson and take out all the parts of the Bible he doesn't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Religion enables me to think outside the box, and dream bigger than this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You know what's funny? I write all these angry comments in this blog, and it's like a release for me. I can go to church and really enjoy it because I feel like I've left all my bitterness here. Does that make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;C.S. Lewis gave an analogy he got from a friend: God is like an emergency parachute that you hope you'll never have to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I find this somewhat sad. It makes me feel like I'm using God as an over-the-counter antidepressant or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The thing that got me, though, was the songs they chose to sing. What in the world has happened to worship music? Was it always like this, and I just never noticed? One song referred to unbelievers as "the perishing" and contrasted it with "but to us who are being saved." The next one actually had a line that said "We all deserve to die" while singing about God's mercy. The words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We All Deserve To Die&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;flashed on the screen and people are singing and clapping. I looked at Sister with knit eyebrows. "I don't like these lyrics," I said. "Why, what did they say? I wasn't listening," she said. She hates when you have to sing in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Here's my point: Me having a problem with this is either a humility vs. pride issue, or religion promotes self-hatred. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;It's like a God boycott. What a funny concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Then he said, "You have to learn how to handle your own shit and not rely on divine intervention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Mother and I skimmed a documentary on hell. Gee, that was fun. It provoked some good conversation, though. After that, we were flipping channels and we came upon a woman preaching. I said, "A woman preaching? That's disgraceful," and smirked. That raised the whole Paul misogyny issue once again. She said that I have a lot of pride because I act like, "Paul's not going to talk about me, a woman, like that!" I said, "If those verses said that both men and women should or shouldn't do something and I complained, you could call that pride. It doesn't say anything derogatory about men. It's unfair." She also argued, "It's not sexist. Paul felt that way because he was raised during that time." I replied, "That's like reading KKK literature and saying that it's not racist because they couldn't help being raised like that. It's still racist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I feel like the heathen of the house sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Maybe I should marry a Buddhist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;What's wrong with a little literary upper every now and then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2811679537956595649?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2811679537956595649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2811679537956595649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2811679537956595649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2811679537956595649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-awesome-experience-i-just-had.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-444332691298297046</id><published>2009-04-05T08:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:56:03.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>The Wrath of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.christusrex.org/www1/sistine/2-God.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised in terror of God.  I don't think that this was wholly intentional, and if you asked my parents if you should be in terror of God, they would have said no.  They would have explained that you should fear God as you fear a parent - with awe and respect and the knowledge of what they can do to you if you displease them.  But terror is a little much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sent me a mixed message, as I also grew up reading the Bible, which is pretty terrifying.  I grew up looking at a cartoon poster on the wall outside the bathroom that showed people's faces in the flames of hell.  Their names were written neatly beneath their tortured faces - Darwin, Freud...  Famous men who went against the Christian paradigm and are burning as we speak to pay for it.  What a message to send to a child about going against Christian teachings.  Effective, to say the least, but also psychologically damaging.  (I know &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2005/08/carry-that-weight.html"&gt;I have written about this before&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame my parents for this because I think the church has psychologically damaged them as well.  They lived in terror of God and his wrath, just as they taught me to.  It makes me think of the Philip Larkin poem, "This Be the Verse," which goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They fuck you up, your mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;They may not mean to, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;They fill you with the faults they had&lt;br /&gt;And add some extra, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were fucked up in their turn&lt;br /&gt;By fools in old-style hats and coats,&lt;br /&gt;Who half the time were soppy-stern&lt;br /&gt;And half at one another's throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man hands on misery to man.&lt;br /&gt;It deepens like a coastal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Get out as early as you can,&lt;br /&gt;And don't have any kids yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that many of us who grew up in this way find ourselves with a form of post-traumatic stress as adults.  Sometimes I sincerely fear that God is simply looking for ways to hurt me.  It has seemed that way throughout my life.  Don't get me wrong - I am grateful for what I have and I know people have it much, much worse - but the fact remains that my life has been marred by all kinds of tragedy.  Cool Aunt told me that I was immature to blame God for this.  Hey, I am just going on what I have been taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers..."  Exodus 20:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels."  Matthew 25:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire."  Revelation 20:15&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in a loving God who is not all about hanging hell-fire over your head but it will take some time to unlearn all I have learned about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, &lt;a href="http://www.carcosa.net/jason/blog_images/2007/06/18/god_is_angry_2007-06-18-17-30.jpg"&gt;check out what I found&lt;/a&gt; when I Googled images of 'Angry God.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-444332691298297046?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/444332691298297046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=444332691298297046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/444332691298297046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/444332691298297046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrath-of-god.html' title='The Wrath of God'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1694580344578555249</id><published>2009-03-31T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:27:10.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 214px;" src="http://thethirdmile.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/repent1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my office, there is a whiteboard in the hallway that I see every time I walk to the kitchen or go visit Friend From Work #1 in his office.  It is filled with technical support procedures.  There is one section of it that says "Repeat this procedure," but the handwriting of the manager who wrote it makes the word 'repeat' look like 'repent.'  Not only that, but though the entire whiteboard is filled from top to bottom and this exhortation is not in any prominent place, my eye is drawn there every time I pass by.  Which means, several times each day, I find myself staring at the word 'repent.'  In red.  Strange, huh?  It makes one re-examine the whole idea of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysticism"&gt;mysticism&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, as I refilled my water in the kitchen and wrote out the previous paragraph in my head, that a return to the roots of this blog might be in order.  In other words, instead of writing about my various aches and pains and how much my colleagues aggravate me, I could go back to the basic idea of spiritual search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be performing the spiritual search for the purpose of the blog.  It is really the other way around.  I have had many thoughts on spirituality recently, and some desire to experiment and test the waters, so to speak.  So it naturally follows that this blog would become, once again, the place to hold my "truths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to see where this might lead.  I don't quite know myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1694580344578555249?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1694580344578555249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1694580344578555249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1694580344578555249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1694580344578555249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-my-office-there-is-whiteboard-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1709269279526282890</id><published>2009-03-29T11:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:20:28.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I discovered the &lt;a href="http://www.gospelmusicchannel.com/"&gt;Gospel Music Channel&lt;/a&gt;.  This is about ten years too late but I was riveted.  When I was a Bible-thumping teenager, I was extremely frustrated that the Bible belt got all the Christian music stations and we up in Babylon (I mean, New York City) got squat.  Now that I live in Texas I finally have the Christian channels, just not the Christianity.  Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, with or without the fundamentalism, I watched a program featuring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Day"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt;, a band I really used to love.  Boyfriend refrained from mocking me except when I revealed that I was formerly in love with &lt;a href="http://ktisblog.skylightradio.org/main/wp-content/uploads/hg07.jpg"&gt;Mac Powell&lt;/a&gt; (I suppose he felt that all bets were off then).  Next week they are showing a program on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jars_of_Clay"&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/a&gt;.  Yee ha!  I am making up for lost time now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1709269279526282890?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1709269279526282890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1709269279526282890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1709269279526282890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1709269279526282890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-discovered-gospel-music.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-4460422835710064912</id><published>2009-03-28T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:47:54.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><title type='text'>The Best News Ever</title><content type='html'>Sister and Kid Sisters #1 and #2 are coming to visit me for their spring break vacation.  A whole week!  Sister has been here before (a couple of years ago) but the children never have.  I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-4460422835710064912?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/4460422835710064912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=4460422835710064912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4460422835710064912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/4460422835710064912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-news-ever.html' title='The Best News Ever'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1684111762972716645</id><published>2009-03-21T09:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:52:30.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'>Highly Optimistic Weekend To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-file tax return √&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish 1+ of the 3 articles I have due √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin backing up laptop files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my apartment √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hook up "new" VCR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow force exercise tape out of old VCR √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize yarn stash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declutter nightstand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Successfully replicate a couple of Mother's recipes, only vegetarian √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call the Traveler, since I have owed her a phone call for about 6 months √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my recyclables down to the recycling center √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit belly dance garage sale √&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put winter clothes away for storage, donating useless items in the process √&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If I could get 6-8 of these done, I'll be a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I finish this post and log out, I log back in to add something.  I've done it 4 or 5 times already.  Dammit full-time job, why must you suck all of the time out of my life?&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/10982636-1684111762972716645?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1684111762972716645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1684111762972716645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1684111762972716645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1684111762972716645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/highly-optimistic-weekend-to-do-list.html' title='Highly Optimistic Weekend To-Do List'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7110990859174707512</id><published>2009-03-21T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:43:35.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently sipping my french vanilla coffee and swaying to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Celtic-Tides-Various-Artists/dp/B00000AGNT"&gt;Putumayo Presents Celtic Tides&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you, Public Library.  Does it get any better than this?  When I'm done with these, it's on to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arabic-Groove-Various-Artists/dp/B00005J6WU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1237642773&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Arabic Grooves&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-World-Music-Various-Artists/dp/B000003EJ4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1237642803&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Best of World Music: African&lt;/a&gt;.  I feel like &lt;a href="http://www.putumayo.com/en/shop_main.php"&gt;everything these guys put out&lt;/a&gt; is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a throat specialist yesterday who said that my three recent bouts with severe sore throat is due to my tonsils.  He said that he wouldn't recommend getting them out unless I am at my wit's end, missing work for example (um, check).  He said it is very painful and it's a 2-3 week recovery process with a 2-3% chance of internal bleeding.  Yay!  Sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to do a hot saltwater gargle every night, even when I'm not sick, as a preventative measure.  He claims to have kept people out of the OR that way.  I am torn on what to do.  I would like to at least try it, though my friends who have had tonsils out say they wish they had done it sooner because they've never been healthier.  Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7110990859174707512?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7110990859174707512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7110990859174707512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7110990859174707512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7110990859174707512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-currently-sipping-my-french.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-136644460403529324</id><published>2009-03-16T12:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:39:33.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever get tired of being sick?  I sure as hell do.  I had to go to the doctor yet again today.  I also had to get blood work and now I have to see a specialist.  I am not worried - it is never anything major, just low-grade infections that disrupt my life - but it is certainly hard going through life as an invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my exaggeration if you are really an invalid out there.  I know that, compared to some people and situations, I have nothing complain about.  It is just getting old.  Antibiotic after antibiotic, then... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, you might be resistant to these antibiotics, &lt;/span&gt;the doctors say.  Well, that would leave me up the creek, now wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/roots-vol-i-DVDcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent much of the weekend introducing Boyfriend to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075572/"&gt;Roots&lt;/a&gt;, one of the best pieces of television history of all time.  He had never seen it before.  I, on the other hand, grew up with it.  It debuted on television in 1977 when my parents were in middle and high school.  Mother always tells the story of how she would have to go around to the houses of her Hasidic Jewish neighbors and put the TV on for them so they could watch Roots on the Sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the entire DVD collection that I borrowed/stole from Mother.  She is not the type to miss it, and she IS the type to misplace it, so I don't feel so bad. Boyfriend and I watched the first two episodes and some of the third.  It is so powerful and tragic, and so well-done.  I really need to read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roots_%28novel%29"&gt;the novel&lt;/a&gt; one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to admit, as a child of the 80s, it is very strange to me to see all the enslavement of the poor guy from Reading Rainbow.  It is psychologically traumatic for me, if you want to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhXcAxVYbjE&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/nhXcAxVYbjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-136644460403529324?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/136644460403529324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=136644460403529324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/136644460403529324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/136644460403529324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-ever-get-tired-of-being-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3126733181302625648</id><published>2009-03-12T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:28:02.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a rant.  It will be as civil as I can make it considering my current rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since joining New Boss's new team in the new division, I have become the most senior team member.  (It used to be Friend From Work, but now he is in the other division.)  This means that New Boss gives me all of his work to do while he goes to lunches on the company's dime and schedules meetings to hear himself talk.  He makes a high executive-level salary with the respect the title brings while I make peanuts and get no respect.  This is the situation, and in this economy I have made peace with it.  I have also resigned myself to the horrific sexism he spews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it stopped there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Friend From Work tells me that New Boss went to him the other day with a request that he change something on the website because "the girls screwed up."  'The girls' refers to me and Friend From Work #3.  He went on to explain that we put the wrong information on a mailing piece.  This man looked at the mailing and approved it for printing and sending.  I have no idea what he is even talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe he is going around to other people in the company and blaming us for his own mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3126733181302625648?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3126733181302625648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3126733181302625648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3126733181302625648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3126733181302625648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7857304368715737373</id><published>2009-03-07T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:59:22.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Crunch 'n Munch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taquitos.net/im/sn/CrunchMunch-ButToffPean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7857304368715737373?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7857304368715737373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7857304368715737373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7857304368715737373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7857304368715737373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-make-me-happy-crunch-n.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Crunch &apos;n Munch'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-2163963013931487594</id><published>2009-03-07T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:09:43.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/health/theskinny/blog/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 162px;" src="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/health/theskinny/blog/scale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I weighed myself after one month.  It was severely disappointing.  I don't know how accurate it was - last month after I weighed myself at the gym I went to the doctor a day or so later and was like 4 lbs less than the gym scale had said - but according to the gym scale the other day, I have lost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't care.  I got a new pair of jeans in the next smaller size from the ones I've been wearing for months and they fit great.  I know inches are really what matters and sometimes you don't see the reduction in pounds, but seeing no progress on the scale was disenchanting.  I am thinking of just gauging my progress by inches or clothes fit and stop putting myself through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Boyfriend and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.citytheatreaustin.org/"&gt;City Theatre&lt;/a&gt; and saw a production of August Wilson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fences&lt;/span&gt;.  I love that little theatre and we had a good time.  Wilson's work is very powerful and the cast was pretty good.  As I told Boyfriend, it is really nice to take a break from the movie scene and watch people perform right in front of your face.  It is a totally different feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mycousinjoey.com/images/mask01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 335px;" src="http://mycousinjoey.com/images/mask01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have thought a lot about my year on the stage recently.  I was in a high school production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys and Dolls &lt;/span&gt;when I was thirteen and fourteen, and working on a play is one life experience that you just don't get in any other setting.  The camaraderie with the cast, the hours of your life spent practicing and perfecting, the feeling of putting on a production in front of a live audience...  I do not consider myself an actress, but I would love to experience that again, perhaps in a community theatre or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-2163963013931487594?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/2163963013931487594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=2163963013931487594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2163963013931487594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/2163963013931487594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-day-i-weighed-myself-after-one.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7179270447626952852</id><published>2009-02-28T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:05:58.234-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could blog more often.  The sad truth is that I used to blog at work.  It didn't take chunks out of my day - 5 minutes here, 5 minutes there, nothing compared with the breaks the smokers take - but now my monitor is so on display that I don't feel comfortable.  Could you imagine if a colleague found my blog?  I would die of shame and probably be fired, perhaps not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I had a week or two ago survived and is now lodged in one of my glands.  Another round of antibiotics for me.  Yay!  *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister is kicking ass in college.  I mean, the kid has been there a couple of weeks after 5 years of no academia whatsoever and she's already aced some English papers and gotten a 100% on a math test.  Her English prof told her that her first paper was one of the best in the class.  She has also met with some of my old advisors, who are encouraging her and offering to help her plan next semester and apply for internships. Somebody pinch me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been good for our relationship as well.  Sister never really bothered with me - she was kind of self-absorbed and I often grew frustrated with continually reaching out and seeing no effort on her side.  Now she calls me a lot - often to tell me about a new school development - and it is great!  She does not yet ask about how I'm doing, but we'll get there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance classes are going extremely well.  I went down 2 belt notches and the other night I tried on an old pair of jeans in a smaller size, and they fit.  They were kind of snug for my comfort but I should be able to wear them soon, which is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks.  Maybe I will go nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7179270447626952852?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7179270447626952852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7179270447626952852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7179270447626952852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7179270447626952852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-blog-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3400892966764595436</id><published>2009-02-16T11:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:04:48.913-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bobmcmahon.com/images/Sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.bobmcmahon.com/images/Sick_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the list method.  It suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may have strep throat.  I went to the doctor yesterday and should be finding out today.  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentine's Day was sort of a bust because of the (possible) strep throat.  I had a whole fancy dinner planned but none of it came to pass because I was sick in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentine's Day was also awesome because for the first half of the day, before the illness set in, I watched movies, decorated cookies and ate chocolate with my favorite girls in the world (aside from my sisters) - the girls I visit on weekends.  They even gave me a Valentine!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in a knitting funk until I decided to start a super cool top for Sister.  I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply Soft&lt;/span&gt; yarn in a pale green and am working on it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plans continue to be made for Boyfriend's Sister's wedding this summer in Bali.  As in, Future MIL is asking for my measurements to make me an Indian outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-3400892966764595436?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3400892966764595436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3400892966764595436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3400892966764595436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3400892966764595436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-list-method.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5896747924133645173</id><published>2009-02-07T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:28:59.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyfriend has brought it to my attention that I am neglecting my blog.  I admit this, and in fact, I had already known.  The fact is that my work life has ramped up, only slightly in hours but mostly in responsibilities, politics and stress, so that by the time I get home I am just laid out.  So, my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest news with me is mostly work stuff, which no one finds interesting, least of all me.  Re: family, Sister is kicking ass in college.  I mean, I haven't seen her motivated in a long time (it has been a hard few years for my family, so I can't fault her too much), so this is totally exciting for me.  She let me read and help edit her first paper the other day.  It was written very well for someone who has not really written in about 6 years.  She was always a talented writer growing up, forcing her stories and screenplays on the rest of us.  My heart is very full, feeling so happy that she is coming into her own.  People told me to wait and let her get a little older, but I didn't feel confident that she would do this.  A large part of it is clearly the loss of my father.  He always wanted her to go to college and all, and now she is doing it partially as a tribute, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: leisure, I have been doing the normal stuff - reading, knitting, watching TV.  The dance classes are new and they are so much fun I can barely take it.  I am really encouraged that this might be the way for me to finally get in shape without too much suffering along the way.  I lost 2-4 pounds in the last 2 weeks, and once my body stops crying after 3 classes a week, I will be able to ramp it up to 4.  Not only that, but pretty soon you guys are going to want to be hitting the clubs with me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5896747924133645173?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5896747924133645173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5896747924133645173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5896747924133645173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5896747924133645173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/02/boyfriend-has-brought-it-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6603893049730674688</id><published>2009-01-30T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:32:30.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates work better in lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started taking belly dance and hip hop dance classes at the gym.  I am literally oozing coolness right now.  They are the most fun I've had in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job has become soul-sucking and I now truly understand why people go "postal."  One silver lining is a closer friendship with New Intern, who is no longer an intern, but a fellow sufferer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister is now in college for the first time in her life.  It took a few years to get her there but I am crazy proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6603893049730674688?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6603893049730674688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6603893049730674688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6603893049730674688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6603893049730674688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-work-better-in-lists.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1418646884636403967</id><published>2009-01-24T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:42:03.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check this out'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Historical Figures on my Fridge</title><content type='html'>I have neglected to show you all the amazing birthday present Bro sent me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SXu0UEkPHbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M-i3uV8BhLg/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SXu0UEkPHbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M-i3uV8BhLg/s320/IMG_0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295024043820260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva"&gt;Shiva&lt;/a&gt; on the left, then &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sojourner_Truth"&gt;Sojourner Truth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frida_Kahlo"&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/a&gt;.  An eclectic mix, yet all characters who are meaningful for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1418646884636403967?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1418646884636403967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1418646884636403967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1418646884636403967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1418646884636403967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-make-me-happy-historical.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Historical Figures on my Fridge'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SXu0UEkPHbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M-i3uV8BhLg/s72-c/IMG_0636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-192688568555867901</id><published>2009-01-22T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:45:07.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to sound crazy but I feel more alive than I have in a while.  My company is taking risks that are not all that smart or well thought-out, and making more demands of me than they compensate me for, and I am facing an uncertain job hunt in a down economy.  And yet, I feel completely energized.  I think this was what it took to shake me out of my damn complacency.  I hope it continues to uplift me throughout the inevitably difficult process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-192688568555867901?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/192688568555867901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=192688568555867901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/192688568555867901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/192688568555867901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-going-to-sound-crazy-but-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6176853606288871672</id><published>2009-01-20T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:16:00.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big News'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-03/36974818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's the day, baby.  Let's put this nightmare behind us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6176853606288871672?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6176853606288871672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6176853606288871672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6176853606288871672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6176853606288871672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-day-baby.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Change'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-8019455342087431209</id><published>2009-01-17T10:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:46:36.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things at work just got all kinds of scary.  It looks like the company is set to split into two sections, one which will work on making the new product a wild success and the other that will maintain customers on the current product.  This means a split in personnel and management, and new management coming in.  It also means a few layoffs and shaving off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is safe for now, as New Boss asked me to be on his new team, selling the new product.  He told me that he was given the option to build his team any way he wanted, including hiring new people for it, but that he wanted me to be on it.  He did give me the option, though.  It will involve working 10-hour days and a bit of risk, but as we talked and I gauged the level of hysteria in the office, I realized that the overtime and the risk is on both sides.  Boss and New Boss are going to the new team, while a new executive hire is going to lead the old.  If I elected to stay with the old, I would have no relationship or history with management, and I hear that under them, "the company will not be the same size it is today."  At least I have a good working relationship with the Bosses, and they value me enough to invite me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if either side fails, the whole company could go under.  Thank you, those of you who are responsible for this shitty economy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been stressed and sick with worry for the past two days.  All of this has been hush-hush, with closed-door meetings and "this is sensitive information, don't tell your close colleagues when they question you."  Next week all the shit will hit the fan and everyone will know the truth and be reassigned.  Maybe I will be able to breathe a little easier then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-8019455342087431209?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/8019455342087431209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=8019455342087431209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8019455342087431209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8019455342087431209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-at-work-just-got-all-kinds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5018707757813918757</id><published>2009-01-15T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:34:21.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha ha'/><title type='text'>An Email Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IT Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Please let me know if you want to watch the inauguration online on the 20th.  I'd prefer 30 people not tune into this individually. If there's enough response, I'll get it setup in the conference room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Si señor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IT Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Commie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; McCarthyist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;IT Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Pinko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Archie Bunker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-5018707757813918757?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5018707757813918757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5018707757813918757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5018707757813918757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5018707757813918757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/email-exchange.html' title='An Email Exchange'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-1949731689618670349</id><published>2009-01-12T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:48:18.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beau and I are once again kicking around the idea of moving back to the northeast (well, back for me), only this time I think we are a little more serious.  Actually, he was always serious but I was the troublemaker.  Now I just miss my family and am tired of dropping over $1,000 a year (wow!  I never quantified it before!) to keep visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the simple idea of a job search scares the crap out of me.  I have not done it successfully, one would argue, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever,&lt;/span&gt; since my current job came about from an internship.  I'm a talented worker, which I do not doubt, but I am so not confident in how to present myself and get myself hired.  Once I'm working for you, you won't regret it, but how can I make you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And to think I'm a writer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember long ago when I was in a fellowship program and was mentored by the best director ever?  She passed away a couple of years ago and I do not know the current director except through some emails.  I emailed him for advice, though, because I am an alumnus and that has to be good for something.  He critiqued my resume and gave me some tips.  Boy, was that painful.  It's amazing how we don't see things until someone else points them out.  I always thought I had a good resume until he mentioned the fact that it is slightly hideous.  (Okay, he didn't say that, but he didn't sugar coat either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the impossible will come true - I mean, we just elected a black president whose middle name is Hussein.  Maybe the economy will perk right up, Boyfriend and I will find fabulous jobs and living arrangements in the city of our choice, and we will all live happily ever after.  It could happen, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-1949731689618670349?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/1949731689618670349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=1949731689618670349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1949731689618670349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/1949731689618670349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/beau-and-i-are-once-again-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-5133542827412850968</id><published>2009-01-11T08:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:32:34.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sap'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Cinnamon and Amazing Friends*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lesliebeck.com/images/featured_foods/cinnamon_2j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some cinnamon. It is one of the few spices that can adequately replace sugar, and it's actually good for you!  Experts say it reduces blood sugar levels and cholesterol.  I put some in my coffee this morning.  Ahhhhh.  Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SWoCJb_HlaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WyTHM9xRP7Y/s1600-h/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SWoCJb_HlaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WyTHM9xRP7Y/s400/DSCN0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290043073454642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://fortunefavorsthetattooedheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Artsy Friend&lt;/a&gt; the other night and she gave me a few birthday presents she made for me.  One of them was a handmade knitting bag with her own version of &lt;a href="http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-this-one-too.html"&gt;the 'Knitting Takes Balls!' t-shirt I liked so much!&lt;/a&gt;  I was blown away.  Isn't it amazing?  She also gave me the most perfect blue suede scarf.  I feel like Elvis.  Her thoughtfulness really touched me, and her talent just blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Not in that order.&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/10982636-5133542827412850968?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/5133542827412850968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=5133542827412850968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5133542827412850968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/5133542827412850968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-make-me-happy-cinnamon-and.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Cinnamon and Amazing Friends*'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-czqk4Radr4/SWoCJb_HlaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WyTHM9xRP7Y/s72-c/DSCN0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-6869730128846290531</id><published>2009-01-07T08:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:51:27.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 148px; height: 134px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m207/nyvixen942/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a kick-ass time celebrating the fact that I am now a quarter of a century old.  Here were the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night before mini almond cake and champagne with Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big lunch with colleagues followed by cupcake dessert, all paid for by the boss/company.  (I had red velvet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving of floral arrangement at the office, sent from Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pier One browsing and purchase of super fancy natural soaps on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Viewing of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1010048/"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/a&gt; along with $1 bag of popcorn.  $1!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-6869730128846290531?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/6869730128846290531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=6869730128846290531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6869730128846290531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/6869730128846290531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-make-me-happy-birthdays.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Birthdays'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-3333291163129075448</id><published>2009-01-05T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:23:18.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutiae'/><title type='text'>2009: A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>There's something comforting about going back to work after a vacation.  (Oh my gosh, did I just say that?)  But honestly, it feels like being anchored to something, like getting back to routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when a new year starts because it gives me a little push to actually do the shit I say I'm gonna do.  I really eat that resolution stuff up.  I'm not saying I'm successful but I do like to tell myself that I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some plans for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reconnect with relatives who are not crazy and mean&lt;br /&gt;- push myself even harder in terms of getting to the gym each week and not eating crap&lt;br /&gt;- be more adventurous and try new things just for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;- go back to my Italian language group and work on my skills, not being intimidated by the prospect of failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astarte in her aspect as Warrior Queen exemplifies the independence and spirit that drives us to success, both in achieving goals and surviving life's battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 642px;" src="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/r/rossetti/rossetti_astarte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am determined to succeed&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/10982636-3333291163129075448?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/3333291163129075448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=3333291163129075448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3333291163129075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/3333291163129075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-beginning.html' title='2009: A New Beginning'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-9219162609194868867</id><published>2008-12-31T09:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:41:24.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow that hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, sweet heating pad on my neck.  What would I do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get sick of extremely painful sore necks.  The doctor told me (the last time I got one) that it was probably stemming from something I am doing to strain the muscles, without knowing it.  This doesn't seem right to me because I only get them when I wake up in the middle of the night and I have been sweating.  And it's cold.  I am thinking it makes more sense that sweat + cold = chill = sore neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the cause, I need to be rid of it!!  The doctor has given me muscle relaxers, which are useless if you want to keep your job.  They knock you out and you can only take them if you are prepared to sleep for a while.  You might as well give me Valium; I'm sure the pain would subside if I were sleeping regardless of whether or not my muscles are relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-9219162609194868867?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/9219162609194868867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=9219162609194868867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9219162609194868867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/9219162609194868867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-sweet-heating-pad-on-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7427669252683311875</id><published>2008-12-30T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:51:51.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy: Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justcoffeeart.com/web_images/CoffeeConnoisseur_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want... another... cup... of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at my mother's house, I got myself into a 3 or 4 cup a day habit.  They drink coffee socially and for fun, not just in the mornings.  (How it should be!)  We would all be sitting around, playing a game together or watching a Christmas movie, and one of us would say, "Hey, how about some coffee!"  We would skip to the kitchen and put on a pot and it was purely lovely.  Lovely, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm home I have promised Boyfriend I'd get down to - gulp - 1 cup a day.  The withdrawal symptoms?  Not so lovely.  I NEED IT!  Give it to me!&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/10982636-7427669252683311875?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7427669252683311875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7427669252683311875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7427669252683311875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7427669252683311875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-make-me-happy-coffee.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy: Coffee'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-7284750221772726488</id><published>2008-12-28T09:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:17:50.734-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>I'm back in the land of 70 degree December weather.  I really miss the family already but we have spoken a lot on the phone since I've been back.  Today I will try to enjoy the rest of my weekend before having to return to work tomorrow.  At least it is only a 3-day work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Aunt and I have had another falling out.  Big surprise.  (I really need to give her a new name, removing 'Cool' from the title.  Perhaps Funny And Entertaining But Psychotic Nonetheless Aunt?)  I like to think that one of my strengths is being able to admit when I am wrong.  I never have a problem apologizing to others after an argument - in fact, I am often overly apologetic.  I honestly cannot say that this argument was my fault.  I mean, I get along with everyone else in my family and she gets along with no one, family or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of it is that FAEBPNA will not allow me to have a relationship with her that does not involve bashing my mother.  She sent me an email bashing my mother yesterday, and when I said that her allegations were untrue and that it was not a nice thing to say about Mother, she told me to just do her a favor and leave her alone.  She proceeded to tell me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are fun, aren't they??  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-7284750221772726488?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/7284750221772726488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=7284750221772726488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7284750221772726488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/7284750221772726488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10982636.post-8024002844987904762</id><published>2008-12-25T07:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:00:58.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://www.talis.com/source/blog/http:/www.talis.com/source/blog/images/Christmas%20tree.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been a tradition in my family to open gifts at Christmas Eve at midnight. This is because my mother's family did it this way when she was a child, and since my parents did not teach Sisters and I about Santa Claus, we continued the custom. There have been various years where we've been too tired to stay up until midnight, so we opened them early. We did this last night, at around 10:30 p.m. The kids made out like bandits and were very excited, naturally. I did pretty well myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bluetooth and car charger for my phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Knitting-Pattern-Day-Day-Calendar/dp/0740771671/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1230213087&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Knitting Pattern-A-Day 2009 Calendar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby blue bathrobe with snowflakes on it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various pairs of funky Christmas socks (from Sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sweater (from Sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A book light (from Sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A statue of a geisha that I wanted several years ago but forgot about (from Sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatles DVDs (from Sister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four butterfly shaped candles (from Kid Sisters)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthstone earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A body spray set&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that my presents went over well too. I gave Kid Sister #1 knitting needles and yarn (as per request), Kid Sister #2 some books that she really liked, and Baby Sister a coloring book and crayons. Mother and Sister got homemade scarves. I also made Sister a scrapbook about Father, including pictures of him from his childhood and little remembrances of his life. I was excited for her to open it, but I immediately felt terrible when she took one look at it and burst into tears. She assured me that she really liked it, and I know she did... I guess I should have seen that coming. It made me really miss him as well. We always opened presents at midnight with him (except the last few years when he was incapacitated).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we are going to visit Grandmother, his mother. I am hoping we can slightly brighten her Christmas. She did not want to celebrate it at all this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10982636-8024002844987904762?l=sojourness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/feeds/8024002844987904762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10982636&amp;postID=8024002844987904762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8024002844987904762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10982636/posts/default/8024002844987904762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojourness.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>sojourness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827493348095938679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLBRAR3ODSw/TrG2vtKuKiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/sD9aKsmU4ok/s220/Pablo-Picasso-Woman-With-A-Hat-Of-Orne--Silkscreen-print--80268.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
