<?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-3816243</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:09:23.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Miscellaneous rantings and ravings from a vegetarian swing dancing effervescent spirit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-112985036743796956</id><published>2005-10-20T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:19:27.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kinda cool if you have 60 seconds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/112985036743796956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/112985036743796956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112985036743796956' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-111971727920600220</id><published>2005-06-25T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:34:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: PancakesBrenda and Steve took their six year old son to the doctor. With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis.After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, "Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem."The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111971727920600220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111971727920600220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971727920600220' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-111958406136067648</id><published>2005-06-23T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:34:21.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Case Against Bottled Water</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111958406136067648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111958406136067648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111958406136067648' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-111958398973404848</id><published>2005-06-23T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:33:09.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pentagon Creating Student Database - Yahoo! News</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111958398973404848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111958398973404848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111958398973404848' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-111275810455022916</id><published>2005-04-05T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:32:32.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Embarrassing MomentsThese are too funny not to share! Have you ever spoken and wished that youcould immediately take the words back..or that you could crawl into a hole?FIRST TESTIMONY: I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blowjob?"I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111275810455022916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111275810455022916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111275810455022916' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-111163563928720388</id><published>2005-03-23T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:40:39.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was kinda funny.http://www.grayace.com/dex/bunny.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111163563928720388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/111163563928720388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111163563928720388' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110995390369784347</id><published>2005-03-04T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:31:43.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's because I have three brothers.  Maybe it's because I was mostly raised by my father.  Maybe it's because for so many years I had more friends who were guys than not, but I still think this is funny.Fw: Men's RulesWe always hear "the rules" from the female side.  No where are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! Print this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110995390369784347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110995390369784347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995390369784347' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110986376963797749</id><published>2005-03-03T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:29:29.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always liked this forward.Woman's Fairy TaleOnce upon a time,In a land far away,A beautiful, independent,Self-assured princessHappened upon a frog as she sat,Contemplating ecological issuesOn the shores of an unpolluted pondIn a verdant meadow near her castle.      The frog hopped into the princess' lap    And said: Elegant Lady,    I was once a handsome prince,    Until an evil witch cast a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110986376963797749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110986376963797749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986376963797749' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110981196944914199</id><published>2005-03-02T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:06:09.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: singles ad</title><summary type='text'>Best Singles Ad: This has to be one of the bestsingles ads ever printed.  It is reported to have beenlisted in The Atlanta Journal.SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship,ethnicity unimportant.  I'm a very good looking girlwho LOVES to play.  I love long walks in the woods,riding in your car, hunting, camping, and fishingtrips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110981196944914199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110981196944914199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110981196944914199' title='Fw: singles ad'/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110979576620372690</id><published>2005-03-02T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:36:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: prosperity exercise</title><summary type='text'>This is something I just received yesterday andthought it sounded kinda cool.  I'm going to try itand I'm starting today.HiromiDay One, you have an imaginary spending bank of$1,000, you have to spend it on YOURSELF only! (the2nd part of this exericse is meditation of 15 minutesa day) nothing fancy, just sit still and capture yourbreath for 15 minutes.  It's very hard to do buteventually it gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110979576620372690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110979576620372690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110979576620372690' title='Fw: prosperity exercise'/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110972286841918800</id><published>2005-03-01T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:21:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for artists</title><summary type='text'>You are receiving this email because a)you are anartsy person, b)you know an artsy person/artsy people,c)you like artsy things, and/or d)you know somebodywho likes artsy things.My friend Shannon has this wonderful site. http://www.anezkahandmade.com  She's always lookingfor more artists who would like to sell their handmadewares through her site.  (It's all the same stuff youwould see at Bizarre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110972286841918800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110972286841918800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110972286841918800' title='for artists'/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110969480269061481</id><published>2005-03-01T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T11:33:22.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005Subject: Fw: simplify, simplifyI don't know where this came from or where it started, but I thought it was a good reminder. I hope you get something out of it.Hiromi15 Ways to Simplify Your LifeI've been making pillows. Pink quilted pillows, with periwinkle-and-lime shantung trim, the materials for which I picked up at garage sales, cheap, cheap, cheap. What am I going to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969480269061481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969480269061481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969480269061481' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110969219398786604</id><published>2005-03-01T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:49:53.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005Subject: Fw: prosperity exerciseThis is something I just received yesterday and thought it sounded kinda cool. I'm going to try itand I'm starting today.HiromiDay One, you have an imaginary spending bank of $1,000, you have to spend it on YOURSELF only! (the 2nd part of this exericse is meditation of 15 minutes a day) nothing fancy, just sit still and capture your breath for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969219398786604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969219398786604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969219398786604' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110969068736968384</id><published>2005-03-01T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:24:47.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005Subject: Fw: singles adBest Singles Ad: This has to be one of the best singles ads ever printed. It is reported to have been listed in The Atlanta Journal.SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your car, hunting, camping, and fishing trips, cozy winter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969068736968384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110969068736968384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969068736968384' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110960706563155716</id><published>2005-02-28T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:11:05.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005Subject: inspirationI know I've asked this before, maybe not formally like this, but I know this is not the first time.What inspires you? What moves you to want to... create? to do something amazing? to just do something... anything... make a difference? What do you do when you are seeking inspiration? When was the last time you were inspired? and by what or whom?If you have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110960706563155716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110960706563155716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960706563155716' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110960461778708617</id><published>2005-02-28T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:30:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005Subject: Support our troopsWatch this from my friend, Judith.Then, check this out from my friend, David. I figure we can all find the time to write a letter or_something_.Hope you are appreciating the free country we live in today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110960461778708617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110960461778708617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960461778708617' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110956164545990606</id><published>2005-02-27T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:36:21.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005Subject: Fw: Make Your Own SnowflakeMake Your Own SnowflakeI don't know who exactly has time for this, but I thought it was kinda fun. One of my friends actually sent this to me in DECEMBER, but I'm just getting to it now. Even though I live in California, February -- I guess -- is still technically winter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110956164545990606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110956164545990606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110956164545990606' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110919442051184229</id><published>2005-02-23T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:33:40.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny emails I've recently received:This is my review of the movie, Sideways:It started out slow, and then tapered off.David... offspring? Seems like EVerybody's doin it. Havin babies, that is..i mean everybody's doin it the whole time it's just sometimes there's babies and sometimes just sperm laying around like confetti after a party...Vincent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110919442051184229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110919442051184229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110919442051184229' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110884680746896450</id><published>2005-02-19T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:38:06.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005Subject: Fw: The MeatrixKinda funny/cute, but with a much more serious message.  The Meatrix</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110884680746896450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110884680746896450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110884680746896450' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110813930623089120</id><published>2005-02-11T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:28:26.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny clips:Drew Carey -- Whose Line with Richard SimmondsRainbow -- Twangers Clip</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110813930623089120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110813930623089120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110813930623089120' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110755825168314916</id><published>2005-02-04T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T18:04:11.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazing cakes!RJ.Patisserie1635 Azusa Ave.Hacienda Heights, CA 91745626.810.6678Hours: 10:30am - 9pm7 days a week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110755825168314916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110755825168314916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110755825168314916' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110755817580089086</id><published>2005-02-04T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:43:56.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005Subject: Fw: Security WarningThis is kinda funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110755817580089086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110755817580089086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110755817580089086' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110274357947523502</id><published>2004-12-11T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:39:39.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 10 Dec 2004Subject: My favorite thingsThis week one of my friends sent one of those personal surveys to me to fill out and send back. It got me thinking. I thought it would be more fun to create a list of my favorite things and send that out so that my friends would subsequently actually learn more meaningful things about me than whether or not I eat the stems of broccoli.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110274357947523502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110274357947523502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110274357947523502' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110239038426409653</id><published>2004-12-06T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:39:39.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 22 Nov 2004 Subject: Fw: Oops!THE PICTURE ON THE NIGHT STANDAfter a long night of making love, he notices a photo of another man on her nightstand by the bed. He begins to worry. "Is this your husband?" he nervously asks."No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him."Your boyfriend, then?" he continues."No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear."Is it your dad or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239038426409653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239038426409653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239038426409653' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110239023604520486</id><published>2004-12-06T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:30:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 6 Dec 2004Subject: treats IIThank you all so much for sharing what it is that you do for yourself when you need a little treat and for your mostly non-edible, don't-really-cost-all-that-much-money suggestions. I thought you guys might be interested to hear what the results of my little survey were.The overwhelming majority of you do some form of exercise. It was mostly in the form of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239023604520486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239023604520486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239023604520486' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-110239004650413553</id><published>2004-12-06T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:27:26.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 30 Nov 2004Subject: treatsI am curious what you do for yourself when you feel like you need or want a little treat. I recently came to the realization that almost all of my "treats" are food related and I'm looking for some inspiration in another direction. And... I'm talkin' little treat here folks, not big treat like a massage or a pedicure.Of course, I could always buy myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239004650413553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/110239004650413553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239004650413553' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396724999146139</id><published>2004-05-07T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T11:51:32.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lemonadefresh lemonssugarwaterFor sweet lemonade:  1 part freshly squeezed lemon juice to an equal part sugar, and 1 part water.  Once this concentrate is made, dilute two parts concentrate with one part still or sparkling water.For sour lemonade:  1 part freshly squeezed lemon juice to half the amount of sugar, and 1 part water.  Once this concentrate is made, dilute two parts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396724999146139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396724999146139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396724999146139' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396692814708258</id><published>2004-05-07T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:59:48.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fried Rice2 cups cooked riceseasame oilfresh and/or frozen vegetables (carrots, corn, onion, peas, bell peppers, frozen "oriental" mix, etc.)soy saucesalt and pepper to tasteeggseasame seedsHeat oil in large frying pan.  Add rice.  Fry rice on medium to med-high heat for several minutes.  Add vegetables, soy sauce, salt and pepper.  Cook for a few minutes (maybe five?) until frozen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396692814708258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396692814708258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396692814708258' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396531962332347</id><published>2004-05-07T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:33:00.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guacamolethree ripe avocadosred oniontomatoesfresh cilantrolimessalt and peppercuminchili powdercorianderDice onion and chop tomatoes and cilantro.  Cut up avocados and add to onion, tomatoes, and cilantro.  Squeeze the juice of half a lime over avocados to prevent discoloration.  Season sparingly with spices.  Guacamole is supposed to be chunky, not smooth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396531962332347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396531962332347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396531962332347' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396499483815446</id><published>2004-05-07T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:27:35.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spinach EnchiladasThe same as cheese enchiladas, only use half a pound of cheddar cheese and add an equal amount of chopped, frozen spinach, defrosted and squeezed out.  Reserve half a cup of grated cheese to garnish top.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396499483815446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396499483815446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396499483815446' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396361258382272</id><published>2004-05-07T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:04:34.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greek Pasta SaladOrzo pastaolive oilsalt and pepper to tastebalsamic vinegar (maybe a teaspoon for half a pound of pasta)kalamata olivescaperschopped frozen spinachchopped tomatoesdiced red onionfeta cheeseCook Orzo pasta as directed on package.  Drain well.  Add olive oil and salt.  Cool pasta well.Defrost spinach and squeeze out excess liquid.  Add spinach, olives, capers, red </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396361258382272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396361258382272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396361258382272' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108396312818871742</id><published>2004-05-07T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:54:01.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 Subject: Fw: New Terror Rampant -- Al-gebra!! Breaking News! At New York's Kennedy airport today an individual, later discovered to be a public school teacher, was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a protractor, a T-square, a slide rule, and a calculator. At a morning press conference, Attorney General John Ashcroft said he believes the man is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396312818871742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108396312818871742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396312818871742' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108173202048286352</id><published>2004-04-11T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:10:47.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2004Subject: Hoppy Easter!There are two kinds of people who live in Boston -- those who live on the Boston side of the river and those who live on the Cambridge side.  I've learned that people definitely fit into one camp or the other.  The Bostonians I've spoken with who have tried living in Cambridge, have been miserable.  Likewise, I have zero desire to live in Boston.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108173202048286352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108173202048286352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173202048286352' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108095637533311521</id><published>2004-04-02T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:11:11.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2004 Subject: December The last time I emailed all of you was December.  December was a lifetime ago.Here's a mish-mash of notes and things from the last few months.  The last dance of the evening is sort of like the last bite of a meal.  It leaves an after taste that stays with you much longer than the fleeting few minutes you were enjoying it (or not enjoying it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108095637533311521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108095637533311521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095637533311521' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108006596227787077</id><published>2004-03-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:23:41.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheese Enchiladas12 corn tortillasolive oil1 lb cheddar cheese1 can diced ortega green chilies1 teaspoon chili powder1 teaspoon cumin1 can enchilada sauceHeat tortillas in olive oil for 2 to 3 seconds to soften.  Place on papertowel lined plate to drain.  Set aside.Grate cheese.  Drain chilies and add to cheese.  Add chili powder and cumin.  Toss to mix.In a 13x9x2 pan, pour a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006596227787077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006596227787077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006596227787077' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108006535313483730</id><published>2004-03-23T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:12:49.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pita Pizzapita breadolive oilpizza sauce or other sauce (pesto, alfredo, olive oil, etc.)cheeseyour favorite toppingsPreheat oven to 450 degrees.  Put a little bit of olive oil on the pita bread.  Top with a little sauce, cheese, and toppings.  Spread foil out on the rack _below_ the rack the pizzas will be on.  Bake for approximately 8 minutes.  If you put too much olive oil on, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006535313483730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006535313483730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006535313483730' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-108006507586908873</id><published>2004-03-23T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:13:19.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 23 Mar 2004Subject: Fw: the real youhttp://www.chinapaint.com/eng/flash/colorandme_en.swf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006507586908873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/108006507586908873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006507586908873' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107957062339443846</id><published>2004-03-17T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:46:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Bean Vegetarian Chili2 teaspoons vegetable oil2 cups chopped red bell pepper2 cups chopped green bell pepper1 cup chopped onion4 garlic cloves, pressed1 tablespoon chili powder3/4 ground cumin2 cans (14.5 oz each) diced tomatoes, undrained1 can (15.5 oz) mild chili beans in sauce, undrained1 can (15.5 oz) pinto beans, drained and rinsed1 can (15.5 oz) black beans, drained and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957062339443846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957062339443846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957062339443846' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107957035883853303</id><published>2004-03-17T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:42:32.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carrot Cake2 cups flour2 teaspoons baking powder1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda1/2 teaspoon salt2 teaspoons cinnamon2 cups shredded carrots8 oz crushed pineapple, drained1/2 cup raisins1/2 cup chopped walnuts2 cups sugar1/2 cup oil4 eggsCombine flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon.  Combine carrots, pineapple, raisins, and walnuts, then add to flour mixture.  Combine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957035883853303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957035883853303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957035883853303' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107957008874594945</id><published>2004-03-17T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:38:02.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magic Cookie Bars1 stick butter1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk1 (12 oz) package semisweet chocolate chips1 1/3 cups flaked coconut1 cup chopped pecansPreheat oven to 350 degrees.  Add butter to pan, place pan in warm oven until butter is melted.Add graham cracker crumbs to melted butter.  Press evenly into bottom of pan to form crust.Pour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957008874594945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107957008874594945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957008874594945' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956977576510202</id><published>2004-03-17T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:32:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spanish Rice1 cup long grain rice1 cup chopped onion1 cup green bell pepper1 clove garlic, finely chopped1 tablespoon vegetable oil1 (16 oz) can whole tomatoes, cut up, reserving juice1 teaspoon salt1 teaspoon chili powder, or to taste1/4 teaspoon pepperHeat oven to 350 degrees.  Grease a 1 1/2 quart baking dish.  In large skillet, saute uncooked rice, onion, bell pepper, and garlic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956977576510202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956977576510202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956977576510202' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956954967343571</id><published>2004-03-17T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:29:03.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garlic Bread1 loaf italian bread1 stick butter, softened5 cloves of garlic, diced2 teaspoons parsley flakesMix butter, garlic, and parsley flakes.  Slice bread.  Spread butter onto slices.  Wrap loaf in foil and bake at 375 for 10 to 15 minutes, until butter is melted and bread is hot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956954967343571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956954967343571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956954967343571' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956759786933247</id><published>2004-03-17T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:27:13.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lasagna2 (14.5 oz) cans italian-style stewed tomatoes1 (8 oz) can tomato sauce2 cans tomato paste with garlic10-15 gloves of garlic, diced1 tablespoon dried onion1 tablespoon oregano1 tablespoon parsley flakes2 eggs1 teaspoon salt24 oz small curd low fat cottage cheese or ricotta cheese1 package firm tofu1/2 cup parsley flakes1 lb mozarella cheese divided (1 cup shredded, remaining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956759786933247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956759786933247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956759786933247' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956694275047051</id><published>2004-03-17T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:45:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scones2/3 cup yogurt (plain or vanilla)1 large egg3 cups all-purpose flour4 teaspoons baking powder1/2 teaspoon baking soda1/2 teaspoon salt8 tablespoons (1 stick) cold unsalted butter, cut up1 cup fresh or frozen berries (cranberries, rasberries, blueberries, strawberries, currants, raisins, or chocolate chips)1/2 cup granulated sugar1 teaspoon freshly grated citrus fruit peel (orange</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956694275047051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956694275047051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956694275047051' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956658911952214</id><published>2004-03-17T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:39:42.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chocolate Fudge Cake1 box Betty Crocker Fudge Cake Mix1 cup sour cream4 large eggs1/2 cup oil1 (4 oz) package instant chocolate pudding1/2 cup warm water1/4 cup coffee-flavored liqueur1 (12 oz) package semisweet chocolate chipsCombine chocolate cake mix, sour cream, eggs, oil, chocolate pudding, warm water, and coffee-flavored liqueur.  Stir to blend, then beat 3 minutes at medium </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956658911952214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956658911952214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956658911952214' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107956655032680957</id><published>2004-03-17T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:39:04.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want access to all of my favorite recipes, even when I'm away from home.  Now you, too, can check them out.  ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956655032680957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107956655032680957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956655032680957' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-107083448140075759</id><published>2003-12-07T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T17:02:22.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 7 Dec 2003Subject: oh, the weather outsideIS frightful.  =)  I haven't been outside since Friday evening when the snow started falling, but you can rest assured that I've been warm and dry, safely bundled up indoors.  In case you haven't heard, New England has been blanketed in the powdery white stuff.  It's the first snow storm of the season and boy, is it ever!  Mother Nature made sure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107083448140075759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/107083448140075759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107083448140075759' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106955336972693840</id><published>2003-11-22T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T21:10:09.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: Google Telephone SearchI received this forward earlier this week and tested it and in fact it is true.  Kinda scary!HiromiGoogle has implemented a new feature wherein you can type someone's telephone number into the search bar and hit enter and then you will be given a map to their house.   Before forwarding this, I tested it bytyping my telephone number in google.com. My phone number</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106955336972693840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106955336972693840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955336972693840' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106688304223449380</id><published>2003-10-23T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T00:24:02.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: After my October 5th postTodd wrote:Hiromi.... Always good to from you. You make me think!So, here's what I'm thinking right now....To quote your email,  " 'What if...' quite possibly the two saddest worlds in the English language."You made me think about that, Hiromi.... Perspective is EVERYHTING... Is it not?From my perspective, "What if...." has the ring of challenge to it... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106688304223449380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106688304223449380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688304223449380' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106538006318390578</id><published>2003-10-05T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:54:22.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: terminologyA young boy went up to his father and asked him, "Dad, what is the difference between potentially and realistically?"  The father thought for a moment, then answered, "Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars. Then ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and ask your brother if he'd sleep with Tom Cruise for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106538006318390578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106538006318390578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538006318390578' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106537611949918126</id><published>2003-10-05T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:48:39.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: silly funBoston, There's No Place Like It.Getting around Boston:Pay no attention to the street names.There's no school on School Street,no court on Court Street,no dock on Dock Square,no water on Water Street.Back Bay streets are in alphabetical odda:Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth, etc..So are South Boston streets:A, B, C, D, etc..If the streets are named after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106537611949918126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106537611949918126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537611949918126' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106536783439495903</id><published>2003-10-05T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T09:58:47.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 5 Oct 2003Subject: marathon mailSorry it's been so long, a month or so, since I've written.  It hasn't been for lack of things to say, but the frustrations of again dealing with someone else's dial-up connection -- not only is it painfully, excruciatingly slow, but I'm tying up the family phone line while I'm online and of course there is no voicemail -- combined with the challenges of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106536783439495903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106536783439495903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536783439495903' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106286860491849960</id><published>2003-09-06T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T13:16:44.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 6 Sept 2003Subject: back to schoolGreetings from the Education Capital of the America.  Yes, it's September -- Happy Birthday to me -- and that means it's back to school time (for those of you who haven't been in school for eons, don't have any children of your own, don't have any contact with anyone else's children, don't drive or pass by any schools or institutions of higher learning,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106286860491849960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106286860491849960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106286860491849960' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-106035109866345679</id><published>2003-08-08T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T09:58:32.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 8 Aug 2003Subject: introspectionWe never really get there, do we?  And... maybe that's good.  Who would want to?  There's always something to learn and something to take away from every situation, if we are open and willing to look for and find it.  I also think our learning and teaching comes in fits and spurts.  I know in my life I've gone through long periods of seemingly difficult </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106035109866345679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/106035109866345679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106035109866345679' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-105927455032645384</id><published>2003-07-26T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:55:50.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 26 July 2003Subject: summer socksApparently, I need to carry an extra pair of socks during the summer, too.  It's been raining quite a bit off and on for weeks.  I don't know that this Southern California girl will ever get used to precipitation in regular intervals during the summer months.  Lord knows I was never comfortable with the rain and hail and snow in Colorado.  Crazy weather.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105927455032645384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105927455032645384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927455032645384' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-105776218341506362</id><published>2003-07-09T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T10:49:55.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 9 July 2003Subject: a little diversionSummer has arrived in full swing, in all its glory.  It’s hot and it’s humid and I am wilting like that basil plant you’ve neglected, forgotten about, and left for dead in the windowsill.  ‘Tis the season for tank tops and really bad b.o. (shower... didn’t you wish everybody did? – I could start my very own PSA announcement... “This message brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105776218341506362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105776218341506362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105776218341506362' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-105715754225286670</id><published>2003-07-02T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T10:52:39.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: 2 July 2003Subject: summer sunAttention: Pedestrians of Boston,Even if you _are_ in a crosswalk, just because you are an overweight, minority woman, toting two kids and a toddler, does not mean it’s safe to cross the street against a red light into oncoming traffic.  Similarly, just because you are a pedestrian and have the right-of-way, does not mean it’s a good idea to walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105715754225286670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/105715754225286670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105715754225286670' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95997071</id><published>2003-06-24T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T19:31:23.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tues 24 Jun 2003Subject: short and sweetIt's _finally_ stopped raining and it's been HOT.  I long for a porch to sit on, with my feet up, reading a good book, and drinking a cool glass of lemonade.  Summa time is here... I think, I hope.  I had another close call with an SUV.  If I haven't ever mentioned it before, I'm anti-SUV.  (I once told a guy I wouldn't go out with him because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95997071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95997071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95997071' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95769495</id><published>2003-06-17T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T18:34:35.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tues, 17 Jun 2003 Subject: the quick and sloppyHow wonderful would it be if everybody would just be who and how they actually were, without fear of judgment, rejection, or ridicule?  It would be a pretty wonderful thing indeed.  I catch myself editing and censoring what I might say or do out of fear.  Fear of all of those things mentioned above.  And, how come it doesn't help that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95769495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95769495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95769495' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95524082</id><published>2003-06-10T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:15:52.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tues, 10 Jun 2003Subject: todayI got a great reminder the other day about not judging a book by its cover and being kind to everyone you encounter because you just never know what somebody else might be going through that you don't know about.  So... I'm just passing it along and reminding you, too.Miami last week was an experience.  All I have to say is that I have a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95524082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95524082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95524082' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95463202</id><published>2003-06-09T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T09:41:24.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw:  Loopy CootieheadSometimes when you have a stressful day or week, you need some silliness to break up the day. Here is your dose....Follow the instructions to find your new name. The following is an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey: The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...Use the third </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95463202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95463202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95463202' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95017228</id><published>2003-05-28T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:23:28.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 28 May 2003Subject: still learning to steer my shipWeather report:  It's been raining for days here and today was quite a spectacular show.  There was a fantastic rainstorm, complete with B-I-G raindrops, dramatic down pours, and a thunder and lighting extravaganza.  It was really somethin'.  Let me tell you...Something kinda fun to share... a couple of weeks ago, when I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95017228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95017228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95017228' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-95014076</id><published>2003-05-28T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T20:57:50.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Following is a brief summary of my results from the Strengths Finder from _Now Discover Your Strengths_ by Marcus Buckingham and Donald O. Clifton (with commentary from yours truly).*** A C T I V A T O R ***People strong in the Activator theme can make things happen by turning thoughts into action. They are often impatient.  (Right... so makes sense that people like me make decisions such as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95014076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/95014076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95014076' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-94837857</id><published>2003-05-24T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T10:35:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sat, 24 May 2003Subject: change is a brewin'Everything happens for a reason.  I believe that.  I truly believe that with all my heart.  With all that I've faced and endured in life (and, all that still lies ahead of me), maybe this just helps to explain the difficult and challenging times and helps to make sense of it all.  Maybe this is how I keep my sanity.  Either way, I accept it as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94837857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94837857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94837857' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-94667779</id><published>2003-05-20T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T10:35:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tues, 20 May 2003Subject: time to grow againLessons/reminders I got last week:1. Plant your own garden.2. Don't let anybody talk you into anything, no matter a)how minor, or b)how good/easy they might make it sound.3. Always trust your gut.  _Always_ listen to yourself, as it will never lead you astray.  It is through the hard times and the difficulty of challenge that we grow and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94667779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94667779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94667779' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-94653022</id><published>2003-05-20T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T17:51:08.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Tues, 20 May 2003Subject: better late than neverThis is coming to you a little late.  I'd written it last week, but didn't feel much like sending it, so I apologize for the delay.  I hope I don't sound too dire, because I'm not.  =)  Enjoy!**********It's a small world...  So... I was waitressing at the Good Life (my last week) and this guy was there.  I kept thinking, "I know him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94653022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94653022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94653022' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-94060742</id><published>2003-05-09T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T12:47:18.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 Subject: sunshiny day When I was maybe fourteen or fifteen, I had been talking to my friend, Jeremy, about the trials and tribulations of life.  I had been sharing with him all of my difficulties and frustrations and was whining about how I wished everything wasn't/didn't have to be so hard all of the time.  His reply to me was along the lines of, "Life is hard and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94060742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/94060742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94060742' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-93689320</id><published>2003-05-03T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T00:26:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sat, 3 May 2003Subject: carpe diem!So... I might not be the fastest, or the neatest/cleanest/tidiest scooper or wafflemaker around, but I ain't that bad for a mere three weeks on the job, if I do say so myself.  ;)  (And... for the record, working Free Cone Day was a blast!  It was _nothing_ like Dollar Burger Week.  Everybody was happy -- customers as well as employees.  Jay fed us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93689320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93689320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93689320' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-93506145</id><published>2003-04-29T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:52:26.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: prayersA Woman's Prayer: Lord, before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, One who says, "You're never wrong". One who thinks before he speaks, When he promises to call, he won't wait weeks. I pray that he is gainfully employed, And when I spend his cash, won't be annoyed. He pulls out my chair and opens my door, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93506145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93506145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93506145' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-93145659</id><published>2003-04-23T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T20:38:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 Subject: hi ho, hi ho Since Jason left, I've been working and not doing much else of anything.  I worked doubles on Thursday and Friday, and have worked everyday since.  I might get a day off next weekend, on Sunday or something.  We'll see...Life at Ben and Jerry's continues... the week following the Viking sighting, I saw a Patriot.  He was decked out in his little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93145659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93145659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93145659' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-93009799</id><published>2003-04-21T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T00:03:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003Subject: play ball! If there was any question previously, the calendar in Boston most definitely revolves around the Red Sox' Opening Day.  (The week before the home opener, people on the radio were referring to the time as "52 hours until opening day."  It was a bit sick.)Jason got in a week ago last Saturday night.  (I'm playing catch up.  This is the post about his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93009799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/93009799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93009799' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-92741376</id><published>2003-04-16T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T00:31:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003  Subject: one fine day Diet Coke is most definitely my caffeinated beverage of choice, followed by chai tea from Starbucks, iced or hot, depending on the temperature out of doors.  I've tried chai at other coffee establishments, since I support the efforts of smaller independent peoples and businesses whenever possible, but... I've found I just don't like it as much.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92741376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92741376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92741376' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-92131263</id><published>2003-04-07T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T00:42:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2003 Subject: unexpected blessings While there is nothing in Boston I enjoy more than the site of the Charles, the Boston skyline at twilight comes a close second.  Last Monday evening it was cool, brisk out, and the sky was a deep, majestic blue.  The horizon was still glowing a blazing orange from the recently set sun and a few wispy clouds hung sprinkled in the sky.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92131263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92131263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92131263' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-92008629</id><published>2003-04-04T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:59:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: Public Toilet AlertMy mother was a fanatic about public toilets.  As a little girl, she'd bring me in a stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat.  Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat.  Finally, she'd instruct, "Never,never sit on a public toilet seat".  And she'd demonstrate, "The Stance", which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92008629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/92008629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92008629' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-91992581</id><published>2003-04-04T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T12:23:40.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 02:13:13 -0800 Subject: Re: tell me something good Vince wrote:&gt; My art director at work likes to say that art is&gt; either masturbation or prostitution.I think that's pretty funny.  ;)  Although... isn't everything?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91992581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91992581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91992581' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-91991703</id><published>2003-04-04T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T12:07:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road Less TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91991703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91991703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91991703' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-91897995</id><published>2003-04-03T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T01:46:17.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is in the AirI mentioned earlier that spring time had arrived and that love was in the air.  I was sorely mistaken.  It was not “love” that was in the air, but rather just the phermones of some admittedly randy people.  Silly me.  One would think that I’d know the difference by now, but no.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91897995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91897995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91897995' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-91788693</id><published>2003-04-01T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T14:51:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puppetry of the PenisWednesday, March 19, 2003Puppetry of the Penis was in town and it was getting a lot of hype, so I decided to check it out.  I tried to get a last minute discount ticket, but they ended up being sold out, so I bit the bullet and paid full price for an advanced seat.  Something about paying $35 to watch two naked men mangle their genitals seemed inherently not right, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91788693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91788693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91788693' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-91669082</id><published>2003-03-30T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:51:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 Subject: tell me something good Tell me that you love me.  Tell me something good.  Tell me that you like it, yeah.  If you don't know that song, you are totally missing out.  You can hear a sample clip here.  More later...But, seriously... I think we could all stand a little more good news in our lives these days.  Don't you!?So... it feels like forever since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91669082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/91669082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91669082' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90825120</id><published>2003-03-16T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:52:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 Subject: precarious precipice Before I forget... I've had a couple of friends email me questions about stuff I've written.  I've posted my responses on my blog.  You can check 'em out, if you want.The trials and tribulations of the Monday morning commute.  The trains were all backed up.  Of course, here _I_ was thinking foolishly that I was _actually_ going to make it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90825120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90825120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90825120' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90498290</id><published>2003-03-10T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T00:15:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 13:25:46 -0800  Subject: Hi! Scott wrote:Thanks again for the great email! How do you fit it all in....all the email, two jobs, swing dancing, concerts and everything else you do? You are amazing! And you still have time to read Harry Potter 4. I loved the first 3, and would have been obsessed with them if I was 10 years old when they came out (I was 10 years old when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90498290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90498290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90498290' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90439949</id><published>2003-03-10T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:56:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2003 Subject: write on Tickets for Jimmy Buffet are being advertised, as I believe they went on sale or are going on sale soon.  He's not playing here until the end of August, or something like that. I could hear Margaritaville blasting on somebody's stereo from my room this afternoon.  Yeah... I like that song, too.  Thanks for sharing.Spring is coming.  I know it to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90439949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90439949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90439949' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90434055</id><published>2003-03-09T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T22:35:24.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Googlism for: hiromihiromi is therehiromi is helping yousuke out that made yuri and hinagiku tease momoko who denies that she is jealoushiromi is assuredhiromi is the animation director for episode 1hiromi is determined to carry on the craft of weaving functional shapes?fish basketshiromi is still all righthiromi is happy as a clamhiromi is the forth ai tenshihiromi is also demanding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90434055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90434055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90434055' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90421283</id><published>2003-03-09T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T22:36:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Panda Porn and Lesbian Monkeys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90421283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90421283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90421283' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90418430</id><published>2003-03-09T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:55:26.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 09:58:47 EST Subject: Re: in the wee small hours of the morning Judith wrote:&gt; &gt; I've come to the realization that I'm anti-MIT.  I &gt; &gt; just don't like it.  And... I'm most certainly&gt; &gt; anti-stereotypical MIT student.  I think I've had&gt; &gt; just about enough of them.&gt; okay, I want to know what inspired this blurb????  Here was my response...Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2003 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90418430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90418430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90418430' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90395644</id><published>2003-03-09T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T05:13:53.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003  Subject: luscious libations SO... sorry the last email was _so_ long.  I didn't mean for it to be.  Really.  I just got a bit carried away and didn't realize.  =DPeople have been asking me, so I'm going to tell you... It usually takes me between three and four hours to compose and edit a proper email, for your reading pleasure.  It's a well spent three or four hours, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90395644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90395644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90395644' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90039201</id><published>2003-03-03T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T03:00:40.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2003Subject: in the wee small hours of the morningI _finally_ just took down my Christmas cards last week.  Pretty pathetic, huh!?  When I see Christmas decorations up -- lights and wreaths and the rest of it -- I am always the first one to say, "uh... hasn't anyone told them it's March?"  So, I guess that makes me a hypocrite.  (In my defense, the cards were only displayed in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90039201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90039201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90039201' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-90016762</id><published>2003-03-02T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T17:54:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 Subject: Hiromi-isms Nobody wanted to go to brunch with me today.  So, I ditched the brunch plans (because I didn't really feel like going by myself) and hit the MFA, Boston's own Museum of Fine Art.  I bought a ticket into the Impressions of Light exhibit, Landscapes from Corot to Monet.  It was spectacular and I really enjoyed it.  I love Monet.  I absolutely love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90016762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/90016762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90016762' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89628025</id><published>2003-02-23T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T21:10:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: SLOW DANCEHave you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground?Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?You better slow down.Don't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't last.Do you run through each dayOn the fly?When you ask How are you?Do you hear the reply?When the day is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89628025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89628025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89628025' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89289722</id><published>2003-02-18T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T01:20:18.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: trudging through an artic winterDate: Tue, 18 Feb 2003Winter is in full swing here in New England and it is wonderful and amazing.  It is totally new and exciting for me, and I love it.  I _absolutely_ love it.  So... maybe you've heard, but it's snowing here.  It's _been_ snowing here.  Apparently, I live in snow globe city, but I think it's beautiful.  It's quiet and serene and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89289722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89289722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89289722' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89219156</id><published>2003-02-16T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T22:59:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: To My Ya Ya'sRemember when:You were born a daughter.You looked up to your mother.You looked up to your father.You looked up to everyone.You wanted to be a princess.You wanted to own a horse.You wanted your brother to be a horse.You wanted to wear pink.You never wanted to wear pink.You wanted to be a teacher.You wanted to be president.You were picked last for the team.You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89219156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89219156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89219156' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89218555</id><published>2003-02-16T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T22:45:19.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fw: New Medications for WomenDamitolTake 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 hours.St. Mom's WortPlant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to six hours.Empty NestrogenHighly effective suppository that eliminates melancholy by enhancing the memory of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn't wait till they moved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89218555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89218555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89218555' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89218078</id><published>2003-02-16T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T22:34:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... a friend asked me for a list of my Orange County eateries.  Here is what I sent him, plus a couple of additions.Some of my favorite places to eat in OC...Rosine's Mediterranean Cafe721 S Weir Canyon RdAnaheim, CA   (714) 283-5141    Greek food.  They have this garlic paste thing that's amazing.Angelo's and Vinci's 550 N Harbor Blvd.Fullerton, CA(714) 879-4022near the corner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89218078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89218078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89218078' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-89190435</id><published>2003-02-16T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T13:48:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: report from the frozen tundra Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003  Hey, boys and girls... sorry to be so neglectful.  I've been busy, busy, busy and life's been _crazy_!  (Can't say I've been doing any better on slowing down, although, after my last email, I was reminded by one of you that the "being" is _in_ all of the "doing"... chop wood, carry water... yeah, yeah, yeah...)  ;)I've got three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89190435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/89190435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89190435' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-87742875</id><published>2003-01-20T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T15:23:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003Subject: Hiromi goodnessCool sight from my neighborhood... there is this chain link fence in front of this residence.  It is situated such that, when the conditions are right, sunlight warms the snow on the roof so it melts, drips off the roof, and hits the top of the chain link fence.  As the water hits the metal, it re-freezes, but not immediately.  Some of the water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87742875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87742875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87742875' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-87312326</id><published>2003-01-12T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T13:30:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 Subject: the other note        Here's the "other note" I mentioned in my last email.  A couple of things await you below...1.  My philosophy and perspective on gifting, just for kicks.and2.  A forward I received some time ago, copied and pasted below for your pondering pleasure.My philosophy and perspective on gifting... First off, I am not an obligatory gift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87312326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87312326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87312326' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-87312055</id><published>2003-01-12T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:55:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003Subject: miss me?        I know I haven't been around much, and I know I've been gone awhile.  Hope you haven't been missing me too terribly much.  ;)Let's see... much to report on...My non-Christmas was fabulous.  I slept in until 2pm, got up, showered, went to see "Two Towers," bumped into Slamber -- a bass playing acquaintance of an all-girl punk band called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87312055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/87312055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87312055' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-86592693</id><published>2002-12-27T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:43:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002  Subject: living the dream Even if you are not, pretend.  There is value in it nd besides, there is more to life than paying bills.[This newsie was supposed to be sent yesterday, only I was -- and still am -- experiencing technical difficulties with my mailing list.]I received a gift from my Mama Lorane and she wrote, "Sending along some Hawaiian guys for you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86592693' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-86592504</id><published>2002-12-27T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:37:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2002  Subject: from my heart to yours How come the buttons on the front of button-up shirts fall off with amazing regularity, but the extra "spare" buttons they sow on in case you lose one, manage to stay put just fine?Update on "Santa is Real"...  Apparently, neighborhood hoodlums bastardized several of the stickers posted around Central Square and rearranged the letters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86592504' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3816243.post-86592245</id><published>2002-12-27T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:39:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 Subject: hugs and happy thoughts Living somewhere that snows and is cold, one gains a greater level of understanding for the lyrics from The Christmas Song... "Jack Frost nippin' at your nose."A black and red sticker I saw tonight stuck to the side of a Boston Globe vending machine in Central Square: Santa is Real.  Well, there you have it folks.  You heard it here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3816243/posts/default/86592245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiringme.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86592245' title=''/><author><name>AspiringMe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
