<?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-18888726</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:57:52.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Star</title><subtitle type='html'>A question that sometimes drives me hazy: 
am I or are the others crazy?

- A. Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruth</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-116357391091573641</id><published>2006-11-14T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:09:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;"  &gt;Thanks for all the well wishes. I am feeling MUCH better. I appreciate all the virtual greeting cards, phone calls, etc. I had the biggest thrill yesterday when I heard from a friend that Heidi Collins on CNN did a story on Celiac Disease. I was equally as excited when I saw that my hero &lt;a href="http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Gluten-free Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gave it a plug as well on her blog. I am not quite 100% yet, so I apologize for keeping this short, but... here is a note I sent to all my family and friends and I will share it here with you as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:white;"  &gt;Since many of you have asked me about the disease I have, I thought I’d send you this link to a story that ran on CNN yesterday. It’s quite thorough and not very long, so if you’re interested, take a gander. It does a far better job of explaining this crazy disease than I! I hope you’ll forward it on to those who have been diagnosed with Celiac or who may need to visit the doctor to investigate it as a possibility… Finally finding out what was up with my own body nearly two years ago changed my life! I’m hoping that if I send it to enough of my friends it will help someone else. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=";font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celiaccentral.org/Other/CNN_Interview_with_Dr_Green/300/" title="http://www.celiaccentral.org/Other/CNN_Interview_with_Dr_Green/300/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;http://www.celiaccentral.org/Other/CNN_Interview_with_Dr_Green/300/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=";font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;P.S. – You can also find lots more info. on this site: &lt;a href="http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/" title="http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That’s where I found out about this story. I’ve been reading this site daily for over a year and it’s been a real comfort to me… pass it on to others if you think it will help. Thanks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;"  &gt;I promise to post again as soon as I can... much love and xoxoxoxS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-116357391091573641?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/116357391091573641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=116357391091573641' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/116357391091573641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/116357391091573641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-baaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAaaaack'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-116026962054076181</id><published>2006-10-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:16:39.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Friends!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a rough few weeks.  I had been well for so long that it was quite a blow.  I hope to someday comeback with regular contributions to bloggerland, but for now I will just stick to posting to the blogs of others when I have time.  I need to refocus and spend time at rest getting healthy again.   Feel free to post here and I will answer when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/sarablur.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 70px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/sarablur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will miss you all! xoS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-116026962054076181?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/116026962054076181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=116026962054076181' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/116026962054076181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/116026962054076181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell-friends.html' title='Farewell Friends!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115768423632071892</id><published>2006-09-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:38:54.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was tagged for this one...  I went to grad school to become a librarian and was one quite happily for 8 years.  I believe I always will be.  If I ever find the right library again, I will rejoin the library world.  Cross your fingers for me.   This meme was a snap for me (though difficult to just stop at ONE for each).... Oh yes, thank you &lt;a href="http://soletitbewrittensoletitbedone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Green&lt;/a&gt; for the tag!… now on with the meme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. One book that changed your life:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Diary of a Young Girl&lt;/i&gt; (Anne Frank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. One book that you’ve read more than once:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/i&gt; (Gustave Flaubert)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One book you’d want on a desert island:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;William Shakespeare – The Complete Works &lt;/i&gt;(duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. One book that made you laugh:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Me Talk Pretty One Day &lt;/i&gt;(David Sedaris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. One book that made you cry [or feel really sad]:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Death Be Not Proud &lt;/i&gt;(John Gunther)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. One book that you wish had been written:&lt;/strong&gt; Family stories written down by all my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. One book that you wish had never been written:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really couldn’t think of one, so started doing some searching to get possible ideas… came across this link of “&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Worst_100_Childrens_Books_of_All_Time"&gt;Worst 100 Childrens Books of All Time“&lt;/a&gt; and it really frightened me … oh someone has A LOT of free time… I did laugh a little too… ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. One book you’re currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;In Cold Blood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Truman Capote)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. One book you’ve been meaning to read:&lt;/strong&gt; My nightstand overfloweth…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10. One book you wish you had written: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Ok, I invented #10)… &lt;i style=""&gt;Goodnight Moon &lt;/i&gt;(Margaret Wise Brown) … the best bedtime book that has ever been or ever will be written… period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.waterborolibrary.org/uploaded_images/goodnightmoonpage-776669.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115768423632071892?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115768423632071892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115768423632071892' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115768423632071892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115768423632071892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-book.html' title='One Book...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115759161610175830</id><published>2006-09-06T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:54:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a love, love relationship with food... Sometimes it’s my body that I’m unhappy with though… simply because it just doesn’t adjust as well as it should to my food intake... goshdarnit… stole this meme from &lt;a href="http://vespers-escape.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vesper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How do you like your eggs?&lt;/b&gt; Scrambled, with a drop of olive oil in the pan and just a hint of milk in the eggs – definitely fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How do you take your coffee/tea?&lt;/b&gt; If ordering from a coffee joint it’s usually a soy latte of some variety… my tea… redbush chai or green tea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite breakfast foods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.larabar.com/"&gt;: Larabars&lt;/a&gt; (ok, I know I shamelessly plug them, but I’m allergic to gluten so I do love them so since I can’t have granola or energy bars…), also omelets and brown rice toast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fruit is sometimes good too – kiwi, grapefruit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Peanut butter:&lt;/b&gt; smooth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go through phases with p.b. I usually don’t ever eat it, but sometimes I get a craving… usually it has to do with a chocolate accompaniment of some kind, so I can’t blame it solely on the p.b.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, like &lt;a href="http://vespers-escape.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vesper&lt;/a&gt;, I only like unsweetened, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;What kind of dressing on your salad?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anniesnaturals.com/index.htm"&gt;Annie’s Naturals&lt;/a&gt; g.f. Roasted Red Pepper Vinaigrette … my FAVORITE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/b&gt; I don’t drink anything carbonated (except Perrier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You’re feeling lazy. What do you make?&lt;/b&gt; Popcorn… if I’m feeling really lazy…. For somewhat lazy moments mung bean noodles (aka &lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;Cellophane noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; with pesto or marinara (I keep these both in my freezer since I have to make my own).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mung bean noodles take just a few minutes and are a great sub for pasta!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m Italian so I LOVE carbs… I just can’t eat a large percentage of carbs b/c of my CD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I have more time and energy I’ll do rice pasta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You’re feeling really lazy. What kind of pizza do you order?&lt;/b&gt; Can’t order pizza… however, I’ve considered opening my own GF pizzeria… I instead doctor up one of &lt;a href="http://www.amys.com/"&gt;Amy’s&lt;/a&gt; rice crust cheese pizzas with some turkey pepperoni and some veggie or another…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that only takes 12 minutes… fast enough for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You feel like cooking. What do you make?&lt;/b&gt; Roast chicken with roasted sweet potatoes and brussel sprouts (see below).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for dessert… GF apple pie with homemade gelato! MMMMM… I guess I’d also have to be VERY hungry too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.sfist.com/attachments/sfist_derrick/BrusselSprout2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do any foods bring back good memories?&lt;/b&gt; My mother’s Asian chicken wings with white rice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother’s gnocchi and calamari.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dad’s linguini w/ clam sauce &amp; frittatas. Lots and lots of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do any foods bring back bad memories? &lt;/b&gt;Raw peanuts… I was once chased down the street by a woman on Halloween who I was scared of (she was dressed as a witch) … she was dead set on giving me a bag of peanuts… She thought I was afraid of her… I was afraid of having to eat the contents of that bag… I had been sick for hours the week before after binge eating peanuts with a friend of mine (we were six and decided to have a good old fashioned eating contest after seeing an episode of Little House….suckers…) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Is there a food you refuse to eat?&lt;/b&gt; Raw peanuts, capers, walnuts, mint jelly, anything with gluten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;What was your favorite food as a child?&lt;/b&gt; Fish sticks, Hamburger Helper, Animal Crackers, eeegads….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Is there a food that you hated as a child but now love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t think of a single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Is there a food that you loved as a child but now hate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anything with gluten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite fruits &amp;amp; vegetables:&lt;/b&gt; fruits – honeydew melon, raspberries, strawberries, kiwis, Macoun apples. vegetables – bell peppers (all colors), carrots, spinach, sweet potatoes, spaghetti squash, acorn squash, jicama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite junk food:&lt;/b&gt; ice cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite between meal snack:&lt;/b&gt; handful of raw cashews&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do you have any weird food habits?&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I try to cool off cold things by blowing on them like I would a cup of coffee… it’s silly… but I’ve been caught doing it before and it’s a reflex I can’t control… just a quirk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You’re on a diet. What food(s) do you fill up on? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Salads. Soups.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You’re off your diet. Now what would you like?&lt;/b&gt; Dark chocolate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How spicy do you order Indian/Thai? &lt;/b&gt;Verrry mild… but I LOVE I/T food…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Can I get you a drink?&lt;/b&gt; Water (any kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;May I get you a drink?&lt;/b&gt; Margarrrrita!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Red wine or white?&lt;/b&gt; White, pinot gris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;We only have beer:&lt;/b&gt; Is it GF?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If so, yes &lt;i style=""&gt;PLEASE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Favorite dessert?&lt;/b&gt; GF chocolate mousse from Bistro Vatel in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San   Antonio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The perfect nightcap?&lt;/b&gt; A hot cup of decaf chai with a couple of small chocolates to melt in my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115759161610175830?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115759161610175830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115759161610175830' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115759161610175830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115759161610175830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/09/fooooooood.html' title='FOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115643701561644788</id><published>2006-08-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:16:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effort to Slow Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/bedside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/bedside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking dr's orders and sleeping in when I can, taking time out to do things that are truly relaxing and drinking LOTS of water.  It's helping, it's just difficult to switch gears so abruptly.  I used to find it easy to relax after a long day of work, but lately my mind just races around and even sitting down isn't relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been swimming a lot.  Our pool is a welcome invitation after a long day, but it all depends on when I get home.  I used to swim competitively so it's interesting coming at swimming from a relaxation standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching movies at least twice a week. Some of the latest have been Pumpkin, Brokeback Mountain, Hitch, My Big Fat Greek Wedding (had already seen but was worth the re-watch), Cinderella Man, and Beyond the Sea.  Let me know if you have any suggestions for uplifting, relaxing, or funny films that I may not have seen.  I like movies that have good character development and are well-written.  I also love to laugh and crying can be therapeutic... so put on your thinking caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books... well, I am reading 3 books simultaneously right now (Tender at the Bone - Ruth Reichl, Naked - David Sedaris, and The Professor and the Madman - Simon Winchester) ... I realize now that I'm reading all non-fiction.  This is unusal for me... though I to gravitate towards books that have a narrative tone and these have that in common. If you have other reccs let me know... I am a librarian so I have a storehouse of books I have yet to read, but I'm always open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it... my 3 prong approach... swimming, movies, books... now I know I'll get bored with this soon... next skydiving???  xoS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115643701561644788?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115643701561644788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115643701561644788' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115643701561644788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115643701561644788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/08/effort-to-slow-down.html' title='The Effort to Slow Down...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115578308605614887</id><published>2006-08-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:21:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting to feel carefree....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/newpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/newpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I've been gone for awhile.  Been doing some life re-examination and my work has taken up about 80% of my time.  Busy, busy summer's end. Have a car for the first time in my entire life so am re-learning my deft driving skills... Probably the most frustrating thing is my health has not been happy with my workaholic schedule.  I was just about to pack up and move to one of Money Magazine's best places to live. I feel like downsizing our entire life.... cutting our belongings in half... working part-time (HA!). ...only fleeting thoughts, but not entirely unfounded.  I think that life has been just a little too breakneck of late.  So that, in a nutshell, is what has been up, down and all around... xoS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115578308605614887?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115578308605614887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115578308605614887' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115578308605614887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115578308605614887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/08/wanting-to-feel-carefree.html' title='Wanting to feel carefree....'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115292476990474251</id><published>2006-07-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:48:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this from Gina who stole it from ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;Your Rock Star name: (first pet and current street name)&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt; Cindy Pebble &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your Movie Star name: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side and your favourite candy)&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Billy Rose Truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3) Your 'Fly Girl/Guy" name: (first initial of first name and the first two or three letters of your last name) &lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;R. Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Your Detective name: (favourite animal and favourite colour)&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Milly Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Your Soap Opera name: (middle name and the city where you were born)&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Katharine &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Toledo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Your Star Wars name: (first three letters of your last name, last three letters of your mum's maiden name, and first three letters of your pet's name)&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Tureemil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your Porn Star name: (middle name, father's middle initial, and the street you grew up on)&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Katharine J. Crescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Your Superhero name: ('The', your favourite colour, and the automobile you drive)&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red CR-V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what for me has been an entirely too serious weekend... I hereby  tag you all with this drivel!   Have fun! xoS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115292476990474251?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115292476990474251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115292476990474251' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115292476990474251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115292476990474251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/07/stole-this-from-gina-who-stole-it-from.html' title='Stole this from Gina who stole it from ???'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115239708027388660</id><published>2006-07-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:54:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal DNA...</title><content type='html'>Because my husband is a psychometrician (essentially a psychologist in the area of testing/statistics) I have lots of personality testing sources all around.  I keep them sometimes just to remind me of things that I often forget about myself and sometimes they help me work through problems I'm having.  One thing that is pretty consistent through all of them - no matter my age - is that I have a tendency to have some severe self-doubt.  It never says I have low self-esteem.  Don't these things go hand in hand??  I know as a teenager I had the low self-esteem thing... but most of my friends did.  Now I am going through more of a teenage phase of low self-esteem where I feel like my appearance isn't quite what I'd like it to be.  The next day, however, I tell myself... "get over it!  Remember your 10 year high school reunion?  You looked waaaay better than most everyone there." It's funny how much a change in career can bring back those feelings of inadequacy... I was a librarian... not a high fashion career... now I'm a realtor in Texas... now that's a HUGE wardrobe change... let me tell you... I am praying for the weather to cool off so I can cover up again... If you wear anything with sleeves in this weather you will bake for sure.  Anyhow, enough rambling... You can see what the results were from my most recent personality test.  I tag all that wish to be tagged to get your own "Personal DNA" (whatever that means)... ENJOY!!  xoS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Is Your Personal DNA???  YOU ARE  A GENEROUS CURATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; position: relative; width: 200px; height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; height: 77px; width: 100px; background-color: rgb(235, 23, 129);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Femininity" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 100px; top: 0px; height: 77px; width: 100px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 23);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Attention to Style" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 77px; height: 52px; width: 99px; background-color: rgb(66, 66, 66);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Authoritarianism" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 129px; height: 41px; width: 99px; background-color: rgb(101, 18, 184);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Earthy" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 170px; height: 30px; width: 99px; background-color: rgb(214, 118, 21);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Trust" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 99px; top: 77px; height: 69px; width: 35px; background-color: rgb(16, 16, 161);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Masculinity" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 134px; top: 77px; height: 69px; width: 35px; background-color: rgb(16, 88, 161);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Extroversion" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 169px; top: 77px; height: 69px; width: 31px; background-color: rgb(158, 16, 158);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Confidence" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 99px; top: 146px; height: 24px; width: 78px; background-color: rgb(153, 15, 15);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Agency" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 99px; top: 170px; height: 17px; width: 78px; background-color: rgb(15, 145, 15);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Openness" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 99px; top: 187px; height: 13px; width: 78px; background-color: rgb(14, 143, 79);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Spontenaiety" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 176px; top: 146px; height: 54px; width: 17px; background-color: rgb(14, 140, 140);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Aesthetic" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 193px; top: 146px; height: 54px; width: 7px; background-color: rgb(73, 133, 13);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: center; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Generous Curator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="youareh" id="report"&gt;You are a &lt;span class="yourea"&gt;Curator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tablehead"&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are straightforward and real, down-to-earth, and have a healthy respect  for order and stability. These attributes, complemented by your desire to be  surrounded by things of beauty, make you a CURATOR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You don't feel the need to try everything new that comes along – you know  what you like and what you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a no-nonsense person, not someone who falls for pretensions.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being strongly grounded in the here-and-now, you are practical and realistic  about yourself and your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You find comfort and calmness in your habits and routines.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although others might not know this about you, you strongly appreciate  aesthetic qualities, noticing whether something is well-designed and stylish.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You have a refined sense of taste, and you want your environments to reflect  your preferred style. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are times when you feel insecure and vulnerable, even though you know  deep down that you are a good person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You aren't narcissistic – you allow yourself to be realistic about your  positive and negative qualities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h3&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tablehead1"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd1" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;It wouldn't hurt to indulge your imagination and creativity sometimes. These  are skills like any other, and develop with practice, so try to carve out some  time for them in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even1" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Try to quiet your inner feelings of doubt – you will be more successful if  you can overcome these worries and focus on your many strengths, such as your  responsible and honest nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="yourea"&gt;Generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 class="youareh" id="report"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tablehead"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your awareness of those around you, along with your nuanced perceptions of  the world at large, makes you the GENEROUS person that you are.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You value time to yourself and understand how rich your private world can  be—you know that you don't have to go wild to have a good time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are excited and energized by ideas and often enjoy things more through  observation than through experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;This tendency gives you an appreciation for different perspectives and  opinions about the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being as aware of others as you are doesn't mean you find it easy to trust  them immediately—this is something that happens more slowly for you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite this, you are aware of the complexities of many situations and are  reluctant to pass judgments on others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although you have fewer friendships than some people, those that you have are  meaningful and are important to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;You value spending time alone—it is while reflecting on the world around you  that you often learn something new about yourself or begin to understand  something that's been bothering you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h3&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr class="tablehead1"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd1" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;Given how attuned you are to others' thoughts and feelings, you might find  that trusting people more is a way to broaden your perspective even further.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even1" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="380"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;While you know how much can be learned from observing the world around you,  remember that much of life can be lived by experiencing it, not just by  understanding it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115239708027388660?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115239708027388660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115239708027388660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115239708027388660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115239708027388660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/07/personal-dna.html' title='Personal DNA...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115224834370240598</id><published>2006-07-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:21:13.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Don’t Know What Else To Say…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Someone tagged me with this awhile back, but I just now found it... was reminded by it when I saw it on someone elses!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Season:&lt;/em&gt; Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Color:&lt;/em&gt; Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Time:&lt;/em&gt; Dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/em&gt; Dark Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Drink:&lt;/em&gt; Margarita/Rocks/Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Ice Cream:&lt;/em&gt; Dutch Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Place:&lt;/em&gt; Bath, England or Edinburgh, Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Sport:&lt;/em&gt; Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Actor:&lt;/em&gt; Johnny Depp/Dustin Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Actress:&lt;/em&gt; Bette Davis/Meryl Streep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Currents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Feeling:&lt;/em&gt; Punchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Drink:&lt;/em&gt; Redbush Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Time:&lt;/em&gt; 11:30 PM - central time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Show on TV:&lt;/em&gt; Frasier rerun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mobile&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; used:&lt;/em&gt; Motorola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Windows Open:&lt;/em&gt; Email, Word Doc, Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Underwear:&lt;/em&gt; MYOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Clothes:&lt;/em&gt; Gray yoga pants &amp; purple tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Thought:&lt;/em&gt; My eyelashes hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Firsts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Nickname:&lt;/em&gt; Geeflesnort (courtesy of my sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Kiss:&lt;/em&gt; My first REAL kiss was with my husband, the others just didn’t count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Crush:&lt;/em&gt; Rich D. from 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade… he was a metal head/skater dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Best Friend:&lt;/em&gt; Rachel D. she befriended me when I moved to an unfamiliar town – no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Vehicle I Drove:&lt;/em&gt; 1985 Volkswagen Golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Job:&lt;/em&gt; Lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Date:&lt;/em&gt; School dance in 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Pet:&lt;/em&gt; Cockapoo named Manfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Lasts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Drink:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lipton Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Kiss:&lt;/em&gt; My huband’s left ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Meal:&lt;/em&gt; Homemade Omelet with tomatoes &amp; broccoli and brown rice toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Web Site Visited:&lt;/em&gt; www.imdb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Movie Watched:&lt;/em&gt; Family Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/em&gt; I talked to my husband before he got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last TV show Watched:&lt;/em&gt; Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Have You Evers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law:&lt;/em&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk:&lt;/em&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know:&lt;/em&gt; “Know??”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess I’ve kissed people on the cheek (European style) that I just was introduced to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire:&lt;/em&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped:&lt;/em&gt; Yes indeed, on multiple occasions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Open lake, ocean &amp; swimming pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone's Heart:&lt;/em&gt; I can’t be positive, but I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;/em&gt; My dog snoring,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heidi Klum pitching Project Runway on BRAVO, my typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things On Your Bed:&lt;/em&gt; Pillows, my work clothes from today, and a bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things You Ate Today:&lt;/em&gt; A Larabar, tomato salad with tuna, and my last meal named above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things You Can't Live Without:&lt;/em&gt; Love, air, water, and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things You Do When You Are Bored:&lt;/em&gt; Eat, surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, the grocery store, office, backyard, &amp; around the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things On Your Desk Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Flash Drive&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;, large mug, files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black or White:&lt;/em&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot or Cold:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Place You Want To Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;(Just 1?!?!? ... oh, ok)  Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115224834370240598?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115224834370240598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115224834370240598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115224834370240598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115224834370240598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-i-dont-know-what-else-to-say.html' title='Because I Don’t Know What Else To Say…'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115196881565236781</id><published>2006-07-03T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:49:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wish I Never Thought Would Come True...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm 31.  I have had my drivers license for a few years now, but have had no car to continue practicing on.  Never have owned a car... well, at least not my own.  I am, of course, partial owner of our "family" car.  My husband drives that car, but it's too big for me (he has a long commute).  I have wanted just a little car to get comfortable with. If you've been reading my blog you know I have struggled with a fear of driving.  As corny as it sounds, I got a book that has helped me immensely... so write this down if you have suffered from the same problem... It's called Zen Driving by K.T. Berger.  It's actually pretty funny in parts since he obviously finds truth in Zen philosophies, but he also sees humor in them as well.  I won't get into specifics, but this is the book I needed to get over my large mental hump.  Also, the stars are aligning and we are being given some money so we can get a second car.  Please keep your fingers crossed that all goes well.  I should have it by the end of the month.  Then the journey really begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115196881565236781?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115196881565236781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115196881565236781' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115196881565236781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115196881565236781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish-i-never-thought-would-come-true.html' title='The Wish I Never Thought Would Come True...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-115145186554947568</id><published>2006-06-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:57:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What American City Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Boston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/boston.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both modern and old school, you never forget your roots.&lt;br /&gt;Well educated and a little snobby, you demand the best.&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly, you think you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people from the Boston area: Conan O'Brien, Ben Affleck, New Kids on the Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-115145186554947568?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/115145186554947568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=115145186554947568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115145186554947568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/115145186554947568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-american-city-are-you.html' title='What American City Are You?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114999725551751787</id><published>2006-06-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:31:27.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now For Something Completely Different....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock yourself out with these absolutely mindless weekend activities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hillbilly Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f9f9f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hillbillynamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissy Cissy Farmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hillbillynamegenerator/"&gt;Hillbilly Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Daddy Is Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/daddy4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Call Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why You Love Him:&lt;/strong&gt; He gives good spankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/"&gt;Who's Your Daddy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Bumper Sticker Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbumperstickershouldbeonyourcarquiz/sticker-3.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in a van - down by the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbumperstickershouldbeonyourcarquiz/"&gt;What Bumper Sticker Should Be On Your Car?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: An Insane Jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Typhoid fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belladonna Ferrari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Italian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/gustav-klimt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensual and gorgeous, you would inspire an enchanting portrait..&lt;br /&gt;With just enough classic appeal to be hung in any museum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And I think that is just about enough to give you a few minutes of silly fun... xoS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114999725551751787?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114999725551751787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114999725551751787' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114999725551751787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114999725551751787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And Now For Something Completely Different....'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114930915285633857</id><published>2006-06-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:59:07.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Friend...</title><content type='html'>When I watch you&lt;br /&gt;sitting, fidgeting &lt;br /&gt;like a sociopathic maniac, &lt;br /&gt;staring blankly and intently drawn &lt;br /&gt;into one dimension of your complex mind&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;when I watch you at your vandalized desk&lt;br /&gt;chomping and biting on your innocent pen&lt;br /&gt;and out of reality in this world&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;when I watch you&lt;br /&gt;you nervous wreck of an animal&lt;br /&gt;when you used to be happy and fun-loving&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to play on the grand swings&lt;br /&gt;or running about in the star-studded night&lt;br /&gt;while trying to find a hiding place in the bushes&lt;br /&gt;I realize&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;xoS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114930915285633857?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114930915285633857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114930915285633857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114930915285633857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114930915285633857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-friend.html' title='For A Friend...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114888423160196412</id><published>2006-05-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:15:04.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Princess Leia... and who, might I ask, are you?</title><content type='html'>This is actually a running joke in my life... I have often been told I look a heckuva lot like Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia... You be the judge... but I still have the proof of the quiz...  :D  This is so silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/leiaandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/leiaandme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Princess Leia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Princess Leia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 66%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Han Solo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Boba Fett&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Padme&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 64%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Luke Skywalker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Anakin Skywalker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lando Calrissian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are an excellent friend&lt;br /&gt;and an unselfish person,&lt;br /&gt;yet you like to spend a lot of&lt;br /&gt;time on your hair and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your time&lt;br /&gt;with guys that are too cocky,&lt;br /&gt;too hairy, or too related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/starwars/pics/leia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/starwars"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Star Wars character are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT HOLD THE PHONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/padme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/padme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to another (I'm sure) very reputable source...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You're considered very attractive by many, but don't allow it to go to your head. On the contrary, you're very humble, and though you sometimes dress to accent your beauty, you think little of materialistic possessions and value the humanity in people. Your intelligence propels you in the world. Your tolerance and patience are virtues and you stick by your loved ones no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Which Star Wars Character Am I?" Quiz&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://atta.sinfree.net/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;Always Two There Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114888423160196412?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114888423160196412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114888423160196412' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114888423160196412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114888423160196412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-princess-leia-and-who-might-i-ask.html' title='I AM Princess Leia... and who, might I ask, are you?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114826669716937479</id><published>2006-05-21T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:41:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I....</title><content type='html'>The lovely Genna tagged me for this... so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM: thinking about lunch...&lt;br /&gt;I SAID: "do you want to go somewhere or just find something here to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: the best gluten free meal anyone has ever prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: there was a gluten free restaurant around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: Whole Foods in Austin - it's better than the one in San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: birds - they are happy it rained last night.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: if I should open my own restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not buying more at Central Market for lunch today.  Stomach full shopping...&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: happy about holding a house open today.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: all the time... and encourage my husband by turning on big 80s hair metal - since that brings out his inhibitions.... :o)&lt;br /&gt;I SING: badly, but love to sing anyway... I went to too many summer camps as a kid and on long car rides I'm a pain in the ass... it's a campfire song insane asylum.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: sure of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: my mozarella, tomato, basil salad.&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: like a serial killer on some days and like my 5th grade teacher on others.&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: the names of Colin Farrell and Will Ferrell all the time which leaves people scratching their heads I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: get into the kitchen and get creative.&lt;br /&gt;I START: to get less fearful of driving and then get set several steps back.&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: each day with a mug of tea (my favorite is Yogi brand)&lt;br /&gt;I TAG: Maddy, Wriju, Gina, Gina, Heidi, Chloe, Green &amp;amp; Kain. (Apologies if you've already been tagged with this... just ignore if you have!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114826669716937479?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114826669716937479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114826669716937479' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114826669716937479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114826669716937479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/i.html' title='I....'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114826644880881485</id><published>2006-05-21T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:40:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Stealing from Green...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm procrastinating... don't want to read any more for this course.  But I must... for now, I steal just a few moments and as for what I stole from Green?? See below. Those who know me ... have no doubt I'm a girly girly girly girl with an adventurous/analytical streak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 87% Female, 13% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the brain of a girly girl&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't a bad thing at all&lt;br /&gt;You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend and give great advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me know about you too!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114826644880881485?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114826644880881485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114826644880881485' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114826644880881485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114826644880881485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever-stealing-from-green.html' title='Forever Stealing from Green...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114788570445507218</id><published>2006-05-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:55:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Blogging Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>I'll be back as soon as I can!  I am taking a designation course so my free time is limited for the next week or so.  Hope everyone is well!  xo S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114788570445507218?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114788570445507218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114788570445507218' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114788570445507218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114788570445507218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/brief-blogging-hiatus.html' title='Brief Blogging Hiatus...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114703390056843502</id><published>2006-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:34:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/millyme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/millyme.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going through a pity party phase that I'm trying to break. There are just several things that are not going as I had planned and so I'm being generally pissy. I just need to get over it. I have been playing with my dog a lot today and wish I could be spending time with my husband this weekend, but so far he's in more of a hibernating mode and sleeping a lot. He had a stressful week last week (interview for big job). He already has a job, just looking to move up in the world. As a result, I spent most of last week cheering him on and helping him get prepared. I love helping him, but I'm worn out too and just trying to find outlets... I had a busy work week and am feeling, more than ever, the sting of my overwhelming fear of driving. As some of you will recall I thought I'd have a car by now to practice with and gain confidence. I do not. I'm trying to be patient, but it's difficult. In the mean time, I am trying too look outside myself so I don't wallow and stew.. In the spirit of this, I borrowed the following from &lt;a href="http://kainsdomain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kain&lt;/a&gt;. (Modified &amp;amp; shortened)... If you comment to this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. If I do this for you, you must (please) post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Ahhhh bribery…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;xo S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114703390056843502?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114703390056843502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114703390056843502' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114703390056843502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114703390056843502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-outside.html' title='Looking Outside...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114680003388198938</id><published>2006-05-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:21:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents of Mind...</title><content type='html'>Buying gifts has ALWAYS been a cinch for me. I am usually very good at picking out just the right thing.  It's usually because I remember something mentioned in passing or I get them something I think they'd like based purely on personality.  There is one person, however, that I cannot figure out.  My mother.  She is an enigma in that department.  It's been that way ever since I can remember.  I think part of it is that she's just not a good receiver of gifts.  She likes getting things for herself.  She doesn't like being given something.  Do you know anyone else like this?  It's quite frustrating.  So... I've decided the good old gift card is the best bet with her.  I HATE giving gift cards to most people... seems like a cop out, but it's what I do with her.  I was in a gift making phase for awhile.  I've stopped doing that.  I got much more enjoyment out of making it than the recipient got out of receiving my crafty oddities.  This is all on my mind because Mother's Day is just around the corner.  I need to put my thinking cap on. In most cases, however, I can rely on my keen sense of observation... HA!  What a joke... I stole this from .... Guess Who???  Green... (thanks Green)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Observation Skills Get An A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-a.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anything gets by you...&lt;br /&gt;You have a great memory and eagle eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114680003388198938?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114680003388198938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114680003388198938' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114680003388198938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114680003388198938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/presents-of-mind.html' title='Presents of Mind...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114669963931890867</id><published>2006-05-03T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:00:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly, silly games...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know this is cheesy, but life has been waaaay too serious lately, so I needed to unwind and don't have time to do my usual unwinding activities... :o) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... my results were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $2,361,940 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be insulted? or relieved? Don't answer that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??! Surprise, surprise... stole this from The Great Green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number is 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in life is to life freely and collect experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life - new adventures, new people, new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You are very curious, and you crave novelty in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make friends easily, and you enjoy the company of all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are fun and even a bit intoxicating. But you won't stick around for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are impulsive and spontaneous - which sometimes leads you to do things you regret.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can be overindulgent with food, sex, or drugs.&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, so many that you are often scattered and unfocused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok... now for the last one today... an ego booster.... at least for me it was.... I expect a full report from the rest of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is... I already found my "dream lover" ....  LOL...  Sorry for all the cheese... xo S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114669963931890867?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114669963931890867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114669963931890867' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114669963931890867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114669963931890867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/05/silly-silly-games.html' title='Silly, silly games...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114602205682426874</id><published>2006-04-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:27:36.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More stolen goods...</title><content type='html'>Stole this from Sable...  Who knew I was so freakin' optimistic?  I'll have to show this to naysayers...  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunny summer day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forecast: 74°F, 37 mph wind, 17% chance of precipitation &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;What your score means:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Please note that all variables are scaled to a range of&lt;br /&gt;0 to 100. I'd like to present some of them differently, but the OkCupid&lt;br /&gt;system doesn't seem to allow independent scaling of variables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category names are not meant to be taken literally. They are only&lt;br /&gt;weather patterns that match your score for the three variables. A&lt;br /&gt;person might be classified as "hurricane" because he/she is outgoing,&lt;br /&gt;athletic and compassionate; it does not relate to any destructive&lt;br /&gt;behavior by any means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temperature&lt;/i&gt; measures your &lt;b&gt;relationships&lt;/b&gt; with other&lt;br /&gt;fellow humans. A high temperature means you are caring and&lt;br /&gt;compassionate, and you tend to keep a personal touch with all your&lt;br /&gt;friends. A low temperature means you are more independent, and although&lt;br /&gt;you may like to hang out with your friends, personal life rarely enters&lt;br /&gt;the picture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind&lt;/i&gt; measures your level of &lt;b&gt;energy&lt;/b&gt;. A low wind says&lt;br /&gt;you are usually calm and composed, somewhat introverted, and perhaps do&lt;br /&gt;not prefer intense physical activities. A high wind says you are&lt;br /&gt;energetic, extroverted, and tend to lead an active lifestyle. Higher&lt;br /&gt;wind can also mean greater ambitions in life. In extreme cases and&lt;br /&gt;especially when coupled with high precipitation, high wind might&lt;br /&gt;suggest a tendency toward violence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Precipitation&lt;/i&gt; measures your &lt;b&gt;mood&lt;/b&gt;. A sunny sky, as you&lt;br /&gt;might guess, is associated with a bright, optimistic mood. People like&lt;br /&gt;this tend to be satisfied with their lives, and might take the effort&lt;br /&gt;to help make other people's lives better as well. A rainy sky would be&lt;br /&gt;the opposite: people in this category tend to be moody or depressed at&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What do you think? Do the scores seem fair to you? If not, you can&lt;br /&gt;help make it better by sending me a message with your comments,&lt;br /&gt;suggestions, rants, death threats, whatever. Otherwise, your vote is&lt;br /&gt;very much appreciated. Thanks! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/862/728/8637297475817269465/mt1145145125.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="146"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;97%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;temperature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="35"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="115"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;23%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="147"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;2%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;precipitation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=" 3208141423814732681=""&gt;The what kind of weather are you Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=" 8637297475817269465=""&gt;LTbot&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com%27"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3%27"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114602205682426874?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114602205682426874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114602205682426874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114602205682426874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114602205682426874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-stolen-goods.html' title='More stolen goods...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114576328156192307</id><published>2006-04-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:02:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Simplest Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarafina's 10 of Life's Simplest Pleasures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/night.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/night.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by the gorgeous GENNA to share my top 10 of life's simplest pleasures.  I could come up with lots of guilty pleasures, but tried to stay clear of them ... Hoping that you are all having a great weekend.  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0pt;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Feeling a breeze against bare skin. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It reminds me of being at the beach as a      kid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Taste/texture combinations on my      tongue&lt;/b&gt; – cold &amp; creamy, crunchy &amp;amp; salty rank highest for      me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I have to be so careful about what I eat I savor all things I can, especially since I can’t eat anything that is not homemade or a whole food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love cashews with dark chocolate &amp; carrot sticks with sour cream and a hint of salt &amp;amp; pepper in it (not all at once, silly!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Stargazing –&lt;/b&gt; blanket on the      ground, looking up to a clear quiet sky of twinkling stars, that’s my idea      of sheer magic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dancing –&lt;/b&gt; fast or slow… as long as      I’m having fun with it… never took lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was called Boogie Bride at my wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love to dance. I got the bug from my dad who does a mean white man’s overbite (think Harry’s impression in When Harry Met Sally).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am, however, a      MUCH better dancer than my dad… just don’t tell him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hugs –&lt;/b&gt; I am a very huggy      person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I hug ALL      the time and my family was a very huggy family… no wonder…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Water –&lt;/b&gt; To drink, to swim in…      without water, I would be sunk… literally…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Humor –&lt;/b&gt; Whether it’s a sad or happy occasion I am usually the first to see the humor in it. I am hugely sarcastic and grew up with Monty Python and SNL (the good years, Gilda Radner (my hero)/John Belushi/Dan Ackroyd/Bill Murray)… in any case humor makes life much more livable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Waking up near my loved ones –&lt;/b&gt; Before I got married I was asked by a family member if I could imagine waking up to my fiancés face everyday for the rest of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My reaction was a good one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate hearing him snore but love waking      up next to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, every morning      when I get up I make sure to say hello to my other in-house loved one – my      dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get down on the ground – no joke      - &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and put my chin on my hands, once      she opens her eyes, I say good morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;She usually rolls over for a belly rub right away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the best ways of waking up I know…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Feeding ducks at the park – &lt;/b&gt;one of      my favorites pastimes as a kid. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When my husband and I go on vacation we      always try to find the local park and feed the ducks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t do it so much in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; since parks      with ponds/lakes are few and far between… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Play –&lt;/b&gt; I love being a kid or just      a carefree grownup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I agree with      Genna on swings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also love rollerskating (NOT blading), board games (favorites are Apples to Apples, Trivial Pursuit, &amp; Scrabble), cards, &amp;amp; getting on an abandoned playground and just acting like a total nitwit. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to tag Chloe, Green, Scribe, &amp;amp; Kain. YOU ARE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114576328156192307?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114576328156192307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114576328156192307' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114576328156192307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114576328156192307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifes-simplest-pleasures.html' title='Life&apos;s Simplest Pleasures'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114384735768704675</id><published>2006-03-31T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:55:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forcing Friendship</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about whether or not I should bother putting so much emphasis on having some real friends in my new hometown.  I have joined some local groups (church, museum) and am trying to make more connections with people at work.  I am just not clicking with anyone.  I feel adrift.  Tonight my husband and I are going to a dinner where about 30 or so other couples will be - all in their 30s and early 40s - like us.  Most of them have kids, we do not.  That's not really a big deal to me AT ALL.  I do get the impression that some of them care, however (it's a monthly dinner and we went last month).  We're giving it another whirl, though. Maybe this time we'll get to have some good discussions and get to know people better.  Part of the issue is my husband is not very good in social environments.  He sticks to my side.  I don't mind it at all, but I feel like some of the women don't talk to me as much as they would if he wasn't standing next to me all the time.  The guys all get together and talk about things he isn't "interested in" (sports, 9-5 jobs, etc etc).  Well... I better get crackin' ... I have to make some of my bunuelo chips and my mozarella/basil/tomato salad.  My standards for potlucking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114384735768704675?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114384735768704675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114384735768704675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114384735768704675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114384735768704675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/03/forcing-friendship.html' title='Forcing Friendship'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114366561336263341</id><published>2006-03-29T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:04:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Rock Chick Are You?</title><content type='html'>Ok... please don't hate me... I'm having a tough time so wanted to take some solace in another dumb quiz... so here are my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/gwen.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/rockchick.htm"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114366561336263341?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114366561336263341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114366561336263341' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114366561336263341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114366561336263341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/03/which-rock-chick-are-you.html' title='Which Rock Chick Are You?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114299649616610330</id><published>2006-03-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:26:47.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Girl Are You?</title><content type='html'>Apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 18px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a hybrid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php" target="_blank"&gt;Progressive Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/gourmet.php" target="_blank"&gt;Gourmet Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click on the pictures below to read more:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/progressive.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/_media/quiz/progressive.gif" alt="Progressive Girl" border="0" height="260" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/girls/gourmet.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/_media/quiz/gourmet.gif" alt="Gourmet Girl" border="0" height="260" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingtohookup.com/quiz/forgirls.php"&gt;Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know this is really for ladies, but would be interesting to see a guy's results with this...  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114299649616610330?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114299649616610330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114299649616610330' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114299649616610330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114299649616610330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-kind-of-girl-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Girl Are You?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114160432469276992</id><published>2006-03-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:00:42.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quick Oscar Picks...</title><content type='html'>Almost forgot to post this... only 45 minutes until air time... so here goes... this is the list of those I think will win... those in () are sentimental faves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture : Brokeback Mountain (Good Night, and Good Luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Director: Ang Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman (Joaquin Phoenix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress: Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actor: Paul Giamatti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress: Amy Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Screenplay: Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted Screenplay: Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Anim. Feature: Wallace &amp; Gromit in the Curse of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Foreign-Lang. Film: Paradise Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Direction: Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography: Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume Design: Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary Feature: March of the Penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film Editing: The Constant Gardener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: The Chronicles of Narnia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Score: Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Song: Travelin' Thru' (Dolly Parton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound Editing: War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound Mixing: Walk the Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Effects: King Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how I did!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114160432469276992?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114160432469276992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114160432469276992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114160432469276992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114160432469276992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-quick-oscar-picks.html' title='My Quick Oscar Picks...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114136193083708720</id><published>2006-03-02T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:14:04.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I passed!  I got the papers in the mail today... now I just have to pass two more courses later this year and I get more alphabet soup after my name.  Oh, the joy!  Anyhow, I'm very sleepy so this is a short entry, but wanted to give that quick update.  Hope everyone is well and ready to have a great weekend.  Hooray Oscars!  I plan to do an Oscar prediction post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114136193083708720?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114136193083708720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114136193083708720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114136193083708720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114136193083708720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114108265427950260</id><published>2006-02-27T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:14:23.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/church.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much stopped going to church when I left my parent's house (college).  I started up again sporadically but was always on the move so really had no time to let roots take hold.  I then lived in somewhere else after grad school and after working there for over 8 years following school, my husband and I did a few months at a near by church which ended up rubbing us the wrong way.  Now, we find ourselves feeling more settled than we have anywhere and started looking for a church a few weeks ago.  Mainly we are after the fellowship.  While we are much happier here, we still feel a sense of disconnect.  We hope  a church family will help.  So far it's going well.  We have been involved in a few of the more social events and have been attending regular services.  Religion has been  a rough thing for me.  I won't go into major details, but I have always identified more with my mother's chosen religion.  My father's religion, however, was the one my sister and I were raised with.  It was a religious experience that I felt revolved more around a guilt complex than anything else.  Luckily, my husband (M) has had a long history with the religion my mother belongs to.  I am hoping M &amp; I can learn from each other when it comes to our backgrounds.  I am also hoping we meet lots of new people and begin to build some friendships.  Now I just need to pray that this will stick.  I am still afraid that some event will occur that will turn me off from church again.  If I sound conflicted, it's because I am... but I'm trying to give it all a chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114108265427950260?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114108265427950260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114108265427950260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114108265427950260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114108265427950260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-to-church.html' title='Back to Church'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-114023429447913375</id><published>2006-02-17T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:06:34.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game... And Office Supply Lust</title><content type='html'>Well, I took the test and will get my results in the next couple of weeks I guess. They really didn't say... I was hoping for instant results! I appreciate all the words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty busy so the mind is occupied pretty much all the time. I am working on lots of organizational projects right now. There are few things that capture my attention more than getting paperwork whipped into shape. There is a TON of paper generated in real estate. I just spent a looong time in Office Depot just gazing at all kinds of options - folders, binders, files, partitions with fasteners, pockets, etc. etc. I know that for some people Office Depot is a scary place, much like Home Depot is to me! I get all happy even if I just buy a new set of pens. Office supplies are a drug to me. It's a good thing I am an independent contractor now because I can get exactly what I want and then I can write it off. Hooray! I do have to watch myself, however. I can get a little carried away. Yes, I was one of those kids who looked forward to a new school year because it meant all new stuff - Trapper Keeper, highlighters, spiffy pens &amp; pencils, protractor, compass, notebook paper, and many more absolutely essential items. I think my parents were blessed to be in smaller towns at that time (not an Office Depot in sight!) - so there were Five &amp;amp; Dimes like Ben Franklin and Woolworth's... couldn't do nearly as much damage there. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is staying warm. It's below 40 here now and it's supposed to rain tonight... so we may have ice in San Antonio in February... that is very, very unusual for here. I used to live in Ohio, so I still am not used to 40 being such a big deal, but it is here! I'm glad to see some actual winter weather! I like a good chill now and again... I just wish I could live somewhere with four defined seasons - with each not being too extreme! Wishful thinking I'm afraid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-114023429447913375?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/114023429447913375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=114023429447913375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114023429447913375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/114023429447913375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/02/waiting-game-and-office-supply-lust.html' title='The Waiting Game... And Office Supply Lust'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113979912145211112</id><published>2006-02-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:19:10.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/brokenpencil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/brokenpencil.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a "good test taker." What exactly does that mean anyway? To me it means that I really get anxious and even things I absolutely know fall out of my ears because I'm so stressed out. Anyhow, I have an exam that I have to take Tuesday and it helps me get closer to my first real estate designation (more professional alphabet soupness following my name). I already have 4 letters after my name because of my masters degree, so the more the merrier. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an "old school" test taker too. I make flash cards. It's a habit that I actually developed later in life (during grad school). I have a form of dyslexia which makes it difficult for my eyes to focus on some text formats (columns, text on facing pages - I use guide pages sometimes). Anyhow, it helps to isolate the information on separate cards. I have a photographic memory with many things - I am convinced this is tied into the dyslexia somehow. In any case, I hope this exam goes well... I'll have two others after this (later this year) that go towards this designation. So... that's what's on my mind right now. Hope I'll have more exciting news later! xoxo S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113979912145211112?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113979912145211112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113979912145211112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113979912145211112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113979912145211112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/02/test-stress.html' title='Test Stress'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113945381116723559</id><published>2006-02-08T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:45:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than 20 Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/qmarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/qmarks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life has been SOOOO busy… I was at a continuing ed workshop Monday and Tuesday which fried all my brain cells.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I managed to stay away from the caffeine, but ate enough carrots to keep me awake that I fear I may now have the coloring of an Oompa Loopa… Since I’ve been in a rut about writing lately I’m more turned on by these questionnaire type blogs… I will get into a more narrative mindframe… so this is mindless, easy, and hopefully somewhat informative so you learn a little more about me…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 6 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rolled out of bed and was on the Pilates mat within 5 minutes… Fun, fun!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds anytime (size varies, pearls for black dresses only.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Casanova, &lt;/i&gt;I LOVED it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve expanded this one… Current Ones: &lt;i style=""&gt;My Name is Earl, The Office, Without A Trace, CSI, &lt;/i&gt;&amp;&lt;i style=""&gt; Project Runway. &lt;/i&gt;Past Ones that are showing reruns &lt;i style=""&gt;Dharma &amp;amp; Greg, Felicity, &lt;/i&gt;&amp; reruns of &lt;i style=""&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: Criminal Intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peppermint Tea &amp; a Banana Cookie &lt;a href="http://www.larabar.com/"&gt;Lärabar&lt;/a&gt; … &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. What is your middle name? Katharine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. What is your favorite food? Cashews or dark chocolate… it’s a toss-up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8. What foods do you dislike? Walnuts, pecans, undercooked eggplant, coconut, mint jelly, capers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9. Your favorite Potato chip? Homemade without gluten ingredients (olive oil &amp;amp; sea salt work)!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? James Blunt’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Back to Bedlam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive? Honda CR-V EX – when it’s not being driven!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12. Favorite drink? Water OR a Grande Soy Pumpkin Spice Latte from &lt;i style=""&gt;Starbucks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be? &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;14.What color is your bathroom? Slate gray with white tile and marigold color towels. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;15. Favorite brand of clothing? Ann Taylor or Harold Powell&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16.Where would you retire? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;17 Favorite time of day? 6-10 PM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18. Favorite sport to watch? Swimming, Figure Skating or Basketball&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;19. What laundry detergent do you use? Cheer&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20. Coke or Pepsi? Neither&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;21. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night Owl&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;22. What size shoe do you wear? 11-12 – they just make them BIG when they are above size 10… I always have to try on…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;23. Do you have pets? Yes, a dog.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with your friends? We just got a new car!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;25. What (who) did you want to be when you were little? A Muppet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Favorite&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Candy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bar&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Dark chocolate &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghiradelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;27. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Librarian, researcher for P.I., cookbook editor, travel book editor, camp counselor, Waterfront Director at an all girls camp and now real estate agent/assistant to Top Producer.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;28. Favorite season? Winter in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fall anywhere else that HAS 4 weather defined seasons…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;29. Nicknames you've had? Not telling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;30. Piercings: Ears only.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;31. Eye color:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Green, Gray, Hazel (they change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;32. Ever been to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;? No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;33. Ever been toilet papering? Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;34. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;35. Been in a car accident? Yes, I wasn’t driving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was on passenger side and got a concussion…&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it was fine… car was totaled.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;36. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;37. Favorite restaurant? Bistro Vatel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;38. Favorite flower? Tulip&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;39. Favorite ice cream? HD’s Low-Fat (HA!) Chocolate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;40. Favorite fast food restaurant? &lt;i style=""&gt;Chipotle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;41. What color is your bedroom carpet? Berber – multi shades of beige, hate it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;42. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Passed it on first try… using that license is another story…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;43. What is in your CD player right now? Hmmm… lets see… 5 CDs – Jason Mraz, Mix CD from my husband, The Four Tops – Greatest Hits, Tony Robbins’ Goal Setting Workshop, ABBA (But James Blunt is still in my MP3 player)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;44. What is your favorite color? Red&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;45 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Ocean or River? Ocean for scenery, lake for swimming&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;46. Favorite Cocktail? Gin and Tonic with lime.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;47 Where would you go for a girls weekend get-a-way? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crossings&lt;/span&gt; Spa in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;48. What do you want to be? Happy&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;49. What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a tie… skydiving or bungee jumping off a very high bridge in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;#50… now a question for you… what question do you wish I had answered??? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113945381116723559?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113945381116723559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113945381116723559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113945381116723559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113945381116723559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-than-20-questions.html' title='More than 20 Questions...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113876397923173267</id><published>2006-01-31T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:29:45.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/paper_dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/paper_dolls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus, but I have been getting my life back in order. I've been getting my health back into shape after some little meltdowns. All is well now though... I'm doing MUCH better. Thanks to all for the well wishes and concern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am reflecting on friendship and what it has meant in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very out-of-the-blue visit from a long lost friend of mine from high school. We only were together during my junior year her senior year, and were inseparable. She ended up moving after her senior year and we just lost touch... inexplicably. We found each other here and there through casual emailing, but hadn't seen each other for 15 years. She emailed me two weeks ago saying she'd be in town for a conference and would love to get together. My response... "absofreakinlutely!" Normally when I get these requests from friends of long ago I am more hesitatant... because it's awkward. Or at least I'm awkward with the unknown... will we have anything to talk about? Will we have changed too much to feel like friends again? etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic. My husband said that we were like long lost sisters reunited. It was two days of catching up and just being the silly, carefree, caring friends we were. We visited the old haunts and just hung out. I realized just how much I missed having friends around. I moved a lot during my childhood so have grown used to having friends and losing them, so losing this friend years ago just seemed normal. When she left last week I felt like weeping. I felt lost again... set adrift. I finally saw a hole in my life. I have lots of virtual friends - you all out there. I have a few close friends I keep in touch with over email and I see once or twice a year, but no constant, present friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a consult with my holistic health guru yesterday and discussed this void. It was a breakthrough, I broke down, I was weeping uncontrollably. She had me list 15 things that make me a good choice as a friend. I did so reluctantly. It did make me feel slightly better... but still, I'm scared. I told her this. She suggested I start a book group here where I live and just invite all kinds of people and see what happens. I have run book groups before, but never from my home. I'm nervous. What if no one shows up? What if it gets started and then just fades into nothing... I'm full of all kinds of self-doubt. I want to try. I want to succeed... but I do feel like a teen embroiled in the "do you like me? check yes or no...." conundrum. I need help, but don't know exactly how to ask for it without sounding pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, had better go now... tears starting again... non-productive blogging will soon follow... Thanks for reading... Hugs to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113876397923173267?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113876397923173267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113876397923173267' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113876397923173267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113876397923173267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113718534409787127</id><published>2006-01-13T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:07:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/escalator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/escalator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.directionnotdestination.blogspot.com/"&gt;Genna&lt;/a&gt;. If you don’t visit her blog already, add her to your list!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is amazing, smart, witty, strong, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules I’ve been charged with: "The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits" of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals." I hope I can live up to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can never just step onto an escalator… it takes me a few seconds to get up the nerve… especially if I’m holding anything in my hands like shopping bags.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I let my left foot linger over the moving steps until I get up courage and then I hop on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I blow on ice cream as if it’s hot when I have the first few spoonfuls. Then I realize I’m doing it and I stop… Only a few people have noticed me do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I “surf” in my sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My pillow always ends up lengthwise under my torso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I often dream things a few months before they happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sort of a premonition thing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I watch the news and see murder or kidnapping stories I can usually figure out what profile the culprit is going to fit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, I have stopped watching the news, since this is a habit I want to break... it freaks me out too much. Instead, I read the news… for whatever reason, if I read it, instead of watch it, it does not have the same impact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last time I watched the news was during the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;DC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; sniper scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I tag the following….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twoyearswasted.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Helena&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frothonthedaydream.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nabeelzeeshan.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nabeel&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbanhilbilly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shauna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- YOU’RE IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113718534409787127?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113718534409787127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113718534409787127' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113718534409787127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113718534409787127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/odd-habits.html' title='Odd Habits'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113694870399534970</id><published>2006-01-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:34:05.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Sesame Street Persona??</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it!?  I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elmo!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope that doesn't mean I'm ever-so-slightly obnoxious... I can handle the cute part, but that voice for any extended period of time can be wearing... Stole this from Chloe... read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1129992018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good&lt;br /&gt;idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably&lt;br /&gt;clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Elmo has the&lt;br /&gt;same basic approach. His place is pretty tidy, but he doesn't spend all&lt;br /&gt;of his time cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are abstract thinkers. You definitely are not afraid to take&lt;br /&gt;chances in life. You only live once. You may notice others around you&lt;br /&gt;playing it safe, but you are more concerned with not compromising your&lt;br /&gt;desires, and getting everything you can out of life. This is a very&lt;br /&gt;romantic approach to life, but hopefully you are also grounded enough&lt;br /&gt;to get by. Elmo's whole life is based on fantasy and his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning he was a regular character, but now he spends most of&lt;br /&gt;his time in this fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both somewhat extroverts. Like Elmo, you probably like to have&lt;br /&gt;some time to yourself, but you do appreciate spending time with your&lt;br /&gt;friends, and you aren't scared of social situations. Elmo spends some&lt;br /&gt;of his time with real friends, but he also needs some time just to chat&lt;br /&gt;it up with his goldfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;You can take it too! :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4525550649363613939" 4525550649363613939=""&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=" 16957172787179881552=""&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113694870399534970?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113694870399534970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113694870399534970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113694870399534970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113694870399534970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-your-sesame-street-persona.html' title='What is Your Sesame Street Persona??'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113694677392873398</id><published>2006-01-10T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:25:37.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding Under the Covers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/undercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/undercover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where after kissing the hubby goodbye... all hell broke loose. The phone was ringing off the hook, my nerves were fried, and I had a quick cry trigger going on. I just started weeping and wishing I had never gotten out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my stress level began with yesterday's adventures. We took a day off to focus on replacing our one car which was about to go over 100,000 miles. Hubby has a long commute. We've only had the car since 2003. Went to dealership #1 and they couldn't make us a deal we could live with- we were there for 3 hours. Went to dealership #2... they were able to deliver... after 6 hours... Needless to say, it was a long and stressful day. I think that experience is what fried my nerves and it so happened to carry over to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... when I get in these helpless moods I feel like eating. Luckily, thankfully, wonderfully, my dietician called me just as I was about to gorge myself. I took a few deep breaths and cuddled with my dog. I felt infinitely better and was able to continue my day. I think it's amazing how simply carefully breathing can bring me out of a funk. Now if I can just get to bed on time tonight, maybe I'll kick this streak! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113694677392873398?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113694677392873398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113694677392873398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113694677392873398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113694677392873398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/hiding-under-covers.html' title='Hiding Under the Covers...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113669142691624371</id><published>2006-01-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:55:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream!!  How I miss thee!!</title><content type='html'>I was going to write an "Ode Upon A Empty Pint Of Ice Cream"... but I'm not feeling poetically inspired this evening. I can't eat ice cream any more... actually, that's not entirely true. If I make it myself and put in every single ingredient with my own two hands. I'm sure I'll resort to that in the summer. Lately I've been trying to substitute things like chocolate and ice cream with decaf coffee concoctions that are super creamy, just so I get the same kind of aftertaste going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I risk it? Dare I? I often fall into that frame of mind where I think just this ONCE??? Well, to give you an idea, the last time I had even a small dish of my formerly favorite ice cream I was at the hospital within the hour. I couldn't stand up straight. I couldn't talk. It was like getting struck by a carrageenan comet. This was one of the events that led to my diagnosis. I need only think of that incident and I'm cured of my desire for store bought ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my inability to indulge in this former passion... would you be so kind as to add to my virtual freezer and take this idiotic test to see what your flavor is? I have been told that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I Am Brownie Batter Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/brownie-batter.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been known to lick *everything* clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113669142691624371?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113669142691624371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113669142691624371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113669142691624371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113669142691624371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/ice-cream-how-i-miss-thee.html' title='Ice Cream!!  How I miss thee!!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113651975589631236</id><published>2006-01-05T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T04:51:30.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!  To Be Twitterpated...</title><content type='html'>Twitterpated is one of my favorite words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out what it means (if you don't already know) see my response to Nabeel's post to "Good Things Come in 3s"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girly squirrel here could be described as being obnoxiously twitterpated (but still darn cute)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/twitterpated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/twitterpated.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113651975589631236?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113651975589631236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113651975589631236' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113651975589631236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113651975589631236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-to-be-twitterpated.html' title='Oh!  To Be Twitterpated...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113651349818816667</id><published>2006-01-05T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:46:51.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come in 3s...</title><content type='html'>I've always had the philosophy that good things come in 3s since it's too depressing to follow the 3rd time's the charm approach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I consider you all one BIG good thing. Your kind words the last weeks have been very helpful to my self-esteem. The thing about this insidious disease is that it makes you feel unappealing and bloated most of the time (no matter how well you follow a gluten free diet). I feel like I'm wearing an inner tube most of the time... your comments help me float on through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Good car news! I may inherit a car! It's a nifty little Toyota Camry. I'll give you more details if you want, but basically my dream may come true sooner than I think. Hopefully it will happen before or around my birthday in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The real estate business has taken off again in these parts. Got 3 offers today on 3 different listings. Also got 3 new listings! Lots of threes... see??? I tell you, this philosophy can do you no wrong... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/three.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113651349818816667?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113651349818816667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113651349818816667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113651349818816667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113651349818816667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-things-come-in-3s.html' title='Good things come in 3s...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113635499780247780</id><published>2006-01-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:39:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi... You're My Only Hope...</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of Green's comment that I resemble Carrie Fisher circa Star Wars... I coincidentally got a letter in the mail over Christmas from my childhood friend whom I used to play Star Wars with... This usually meant I was Han Solo and she was Princess Leia. This is the first I've heard from her since I moved after 3rd grade from Portland, Oregon to Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Oi! It was truly out of the blue. So... as I child I never got to be Leia. Now you've got me thinking, Green... perhaps I need to fill that void... host a Halloween party this year as Princess Leia... hmmm.... No dining room table needed for that! You be the judge... this is the closest my hair has ever come to being Princess Leia-esque... Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/leiaandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/leiaandme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113635499780247780?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113635499780247780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113635499780247780' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113635499780247780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113635499780247780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/help-me-obi-wan-kenobi-youre-my-only.html' title='Help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi... You&apos;re My Only Hope...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113632681681169595</id><published>2006-01-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:56:11.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover for the New Year</title><content type='html'>I've been doing so much thinking about inward change, that I've neglected the outer a little. Friday I've scheduled my first haircut in weeks and can't wait! Take a look at this picture (taken a about a month ago) and let me know if you have any ideas!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/new.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/new.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also hope to finally find a dentist... I have not had a cavity yet, knock on wood... but haven't been to the dentist in years. These 30 year old teeth probably need some TLC. There are lots of things we forget to do when obsessing on other things. I had a year of mostly focus on Celiac. I had to change my entire lifestyle. As a result I cared more about my insides (quite literally). Dining with me has become an adventure that I do not inflict on most others. I went to quite a few holiday parties where there was all this scuttling about - trying to accomodate my needs. I truly appreciated it, but sometimes I wish they'd just let me help! It's very difficult to explain what I can/cannot eat. My mother-in-law handled it best. She called and had me send her a list - even had me shop with her before she bought food for her pantry. My husband and I visited for a few days and she wanted to be prepared. I also brought along my new favorite thing! LARABARS! They are the best!! I can't eat gluten now, so I miss my ClifBars and other nutrition bars... but these are GF! They totally rock. The company is so cool that they gave me a nice t-shirt... my hubby calls it my sexy shirt... shows off my curves... ha! Anyhow, if you like dates and nuts, these are for you!! They come in really great varieties... check them out... www.larabar.com. They were absolutely a gift during the holiday season... kept me safe from the hospital!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year has also brought some tough realizations. Money is tight. There will not be a car for me in the near future. Eating, it seems, is more important. Go figure! We also are in dire need of a dining room table... we haven't had a housewarming or guests over yet and we've lived here for almost half a year now... it's pathetic. There is something in me that just wants to nest- no matter how silly it is. It's not out of being pretentious. I don't actually think that in order to entertain you HAVE to have a dining room table. It's just something I'd like to do and am holding onto that like holding on to my dream for a car. To be sure, there are many more important things in life... having kids, improving myself... the odd thing is that I can link having a car and dining room table to those goals... now if that's not cracked up... I don't know what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Ring out the old, ring in the new,&lt;br /&gt;Ring, happy bells, across the snow:&lt;br /&gt;The  year is going, let him go;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the false, ring in the true.&lt;br /&gt;~Alfred,  Lord Tennyson, 1850&lt;!--, &lt;i&gt;In Memoriam A.H.H.&lt;/i&gt; 106; CTO--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113632681681169595?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113632681681169595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113632681681169595' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113632681681169595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113632681681169595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/makeover-for-new-year.html' title='Makeover for the New Year'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113617443976309703</id><published>2006-01-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:36:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this from Green TOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black;" align="center" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Teach my dog to fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's possible??? Look at that face!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/mm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113617443976309703?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113617443976309703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113617443976309703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113617443976309703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113617443976309703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2006/01/stole-this-from-green-too.html' title='Stole this from Green TOO!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113483670609776970</id><published>2005-12-17T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:18:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your monster name?</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling a little monsterish since it's the holiday season - a little out of sorts. Can't even go to the grocery store without encountering crowds. I feel as though I want to inhale the chocolate I see everywhere. I also confess that I brood a little when I realize that this holiday would go more smoothly if my family &amp; in-laws lived a little closer together.... Because of all this I I thought this little time waster was a good way to sum it all up. Can't wait to hear what resides in your monster cores.&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Closets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113483670609776970?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113483670609776970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113483670609776970' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113483670609776970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113483670609776970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-your-monster-name.html' title='What&apos;s your monster name?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113358143992495078</id><published>2005-12-02T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T06:55:43.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a relief!!</title><content type='html'>Ok... so I didn't test positive for being anything cooked in a Crock Pot...  I guess I should provide some background.  I have been using my Crock Pot very excessively these last weeks.  As such, I thought for sure I'd come out as a stew or chili of some sort in the "What Kind of Food Are You" quiz...  see for yourself... these were my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHINESE FOOD... I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER!!  Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113358143992495078?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113358143992495078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113358143992495078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113358143992495078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113358143992495078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-relief.html' title='What a relief!!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113339608993086435</id><published>2005-11-30T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:42:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than Fireworks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/sparkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/sparkler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a friend's post and was inspired to write. She has had a history of bad experiences with the men in her life (dad and exes). I have had my share of bad relationships, but none of them abusive... they ended usually because there was a lack of seriousness on my part or their part. I have always believed that a sense of humor was the MOST important thing to me in all my relationships. All of my close friends share my sense of humor... that includes family members I am close to. Before I met my husband I long dated those that I had been able to develop "His Girl Friday" kind of repore. I have to have witty repartee. I can't live without it... if I can't have that back and forth of funny discourse, I am not turned on... That made it difficult to find someone who had a good balance of qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found several guys in h.s. and college who were only interested in having a fun time, in being the clown... they were not interested in settling down or having a serious discussion once in a while. Almost 10 yrs. ago, when I was at the end of my rope after a bad blind date, I spoke to a friend who had been online and got a "good laugh" out of looking at online dating profiles of guys in her area... since I was so depressed she suggested I look there to cheer up.. . since I was bound to find guys even worse than the guys I was dating. I know... cheery! I did look. I found someone though who seemed out of place... he stood out... he sounded serious... PhD bound... driven.... but what's this..... a fan of Monty Python? A fan of Celtic music? A fan of Gilda Radner? The list went on and on... I went to his site and found the window to my soul... we started emailing... met months later... and we never were apart from then on... never a break-up, never a hiccup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married 3 years ago. We've been very happy and we still have our witty repartee alive and kicking... The only thing I ever worry about is that maybe we don't have sex as much as we should... I'm not wired that way I guess... I can't worry about what society things is "normal" for sex drive... so we talk about that occasionally, but seriously... it's not that big a deal. I'd rather be able to hug and kiss my hubby and laugh lots. Question is can one really have it all? I have all I need. I do. I guess, though, sometimes I wish I had more of the lusty fireworks some people describe... mine are more like eternal sparklers. :o) But I like sparklers... they’re feisty and have a flair all their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113339608993086435?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113339608993086435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113339608993086435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113339608993086435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113339608993086435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/better-than-fireworks.html' title='Better Than Fireworks...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113314792666574495</id><published>2005-11-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:46:00.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House Fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/open_house.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/open_house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this time of year it's difficult to get good attendance at open houses. I am a realtor, among other things, and November and December do not tend to be busy months. Between all the California investors coming over and plunking cash down for 4-5 properties at once ranging in the 200K - million range and lots of military relo, it's been super busy! I've held 2 open houses each weekend since November started and have had record attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've noticed is that you can tell a lot about the personalities of individuals when they are walking around an open house. Some say only nice things, but you can tell they HATE the house. Some come through and do nothing but complain about the layout, color scheme, etc. However, they don't just leave, they stay longer than everyone else... longer than even those that make the offers! These are the people, I suspect, that stay in miserable situations just so they can bitch about them. They don't try to do something constructive with their time... they just like to complain about life in general. I, of course, like the ones that can see the positives (even if the house isn't right for them). It's almost like they want you to feel good about it, like it's your child. I try not to get emotionally attached to the houses I'm selling, so these people make me giggle inside a little. I just tell them be sure to pass on their compliments to the owners. When I walk through a house, I have on my poker face. However, I do walk quickly if it's a house I do not like... that's my tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As December nears I gear up for more Open Houses and hopefully some more sales. I hope everyone is recovering from their post-turkey and shopping mall stupor!!! Manic Monday is just around the corner... embrace it with open arms and don't forget .... you CAN freeze turkey soup... you DON'T have to eat it all now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113314792666574495?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113314792666574495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113314792666574495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113314792666574495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113314792666574495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-house-fest.html' title='Open House Fest!'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113280260437826435</id><published>2005-11-23T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:37:36.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving wish... heck, everyday wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/turkey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/turkey.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had so many friends and family that get kicked while they are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past weeks I've seen people who are sick getting sicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have already been abused (whether physically, verbally or psychologically) receive further mistreatment from those they once loved, do love or don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is this... that all these terrible cowards and injustices STOP already! Whether they are diseases, jerks or those that are just uncomfortable in their own skin... so feel they need to hurt others to feel good about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING, dammit... Now eat some turkey, tofurkey or whatever gets you in the holiday mood... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113280260437826435?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113280260437826435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113280260437826435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113280260437826435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113280260437826435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-wish-heck-everyday-wish.html' title='Thanksgiving wish... heck, everyday wish...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113238159768756958</id><published>2005-11-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:19:44.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Princess Are You?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this one is obviously more meant for the ladies, but my husband had fun with this one... he was a rather butch princess... :) I, alas, was a dreamer... however, I was also a Fairy Princess &amp; Traditional Princess... I have MPPD (multiple princess personality disorder)... God help my husband... see how you fit in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 240px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FA/FAE/FaerieFriend/1128880958_l-Dreaming.JPG" alt="HASH(0x8de6d24)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dreaming Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is in the clouds and you don't feel like&lt;br /&gt;coming back down to earth any time soon. You&lt;br /&gt;have a very active imagination and may find&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that you enjoy fantasy more than&lt;br /&gt;reality. You are sweet and girlish, a loveable,&lt;br /&gt;kind dreamer given to flights of fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role Models: The Princess of "The Frog&lt;br /&gt;Prince"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely to: Be enchanted by fairies&lt;br /&gt;after falling asleep in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FaerieFriend/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Princess%20are%20You%3F%20%20-%20%20Beautiful%20Artwork%20%28Original%20Music%20is%20BACK%21%21%21%29/"&gt; What Kind of Princess are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113238159768756958?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113238159768756958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113238159768756958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113238159768756958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113238159768756958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-kind-of-princess-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Princess Are You?'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113190107275452865</id><published>2005-11-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:58:46.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleet Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/feet-walking-fast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/feet-walking-fast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since late last year when I started experiencing extreme numbness in my legs and feet, I realized how much I had pissed away my chances to exercise. I was getting fairly sedentary though those that knew me didn't know how much my muscles had begun to atrophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a second chance now, an opportunity to get healthy. I have been speed walking on my treadmill about 4 times a week, going about 2 miles each time. The exercise ball has also helped my crazy tummy which increases by 2 pant sizes anytime I accidentally eat something with gluten. Crunches are my new best friend, as is my hot water bottle. A friend of mine introduced me to that trick. It helps for those awful monthly cramps, but also general bouts with extreme bloating when I dine out (inevitably) and the chef doesn't know what gluten is, but is too embarrassed to admit it. So... how do I stay motivated? Sometimes I don't, I wallow, I don't wake up when I should. Usually the music wins... I let music be the one to drag me of bed. I love music that much. For working out I listen to what I refer to as "model stomp music" - you know music that you can't help but feel through powerful steps... steps that mean business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites ---&lt;br /&gt;American Woman (Lenny Kravitz) * Starry-Eyed Surprise (Paul Oakenfold) * Mama Said Knock You Out (LL Cool J) * Hey Baby (No Doubt) * I Fought the Law (Clash) * Praise You OR Weapon of Choice (Fatboy Slim) *You Shook Me All Night Long (AC/DC)* Batter Up (Nelly)*Pour Some Sugar On Me (Def Leppard)* Goody Two Shoes (Adam Ant) * So Alive (Love &amp;amp; Rockets) *It's Tricky (Run DMC) * Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve) * Loser (Beck) * Oh What A Night - December 1963 (Four Seasons) *Without Me (Eminem) * Hit the Road Jack (Ray Charles) * Do Wa Diddy (Manfred Mann) * Oh Yeah (Yello) * Cherry Pie (Warrant) * Bust A Move (Tone Loc) *Relax (Frankie Goes To Hollywood) * Song of the South OR Louisiana Saturday Night (Alabama) * Pump Up The Volume (Marrs) * Closer (NIN) * Wild, Wild West (Escape Club) *You're My Everything (Barry White) * Volcano (Jimmy Buffett) * Dancing Queen (ABBA) * Hot In Heeere (Nelly) .... and many, many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to DJ back in college so I have lots of different kinds of music to draw from. I am incredibly driven to dance when I hear it, but when on the treadmill it turns into a hyperkinetic expression of how happy I am to be moving again. I hope I don't lose that. And if you have lost it ... I hope you find it again too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113190107275452865?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113190107275452865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113190107275452865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113190107275452865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113190107275452865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/fleet-feet.html' title='Fleet Feet'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113185971465937737</id><published>2005-11-12T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:16:31.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put it in a bubble... and blow it away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/200/bubble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting things go is often easier said than done... I think that's why we deaden ourselves to bad baggage with food, tv, gossip, and any number of distractions so we don't have to deal with it. I do it constantly. Often I don't even talk about what's been bothering me until it hits the boiling point. I was watching an old episode of Dharma and Greg... you know... the hippie dippy girl with the uptight guy... She was trying to come to terms with her bad doings in the past 7 years by asking those she did wrong for forgiveness. She would just straight up tell them what she had done and pantomime putting it in a bubble and blowing it away. It was meant to be funny, and it was... until I starting thinking about all the things I have let sit and fester over the years. The little things and big things that tug at me out of the blue that make me feel less than confident about who I am. The things you try to ignore. I wonder if you gave others a chance to come clean to you in this manner... would they take it? Would they get all earthy crunchy just to blow that badness away - to gain some peace of mind? I would.... if I knew it would end that nagging feeling of having made a bad move... one time when... I'll let you know if I overcome that fear. I have lots of fears and a fear of not being forgiven is one of the biggest. Does putting your fears in a bubble and blowing them away do the same thing? I wish... I wish... I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113185971465937737?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113185971465937737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113185971465937737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113185971465937737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113185971465937737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-it-in-bubble-and-blow-it-away.html' title='Put it in a bubble... and blow it away...'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113177432260130224</id><published>2005-11-11T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:29:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/1600/sarafina1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/1859/320/sarafina1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need an outlet... something to get your head straight before you head into your hangups, problems, what-have-you... at full throttle. This is what this will be for me. I intend to not use the delete key.... not to censor. But I'm sure my intentions will meet obstacles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live a very happy life to all outsiders. I have no major complaints. No tragedies. Let's get the not-so-major obstacles I face out of the way: my restrictive diet (I can't eat gluten/lactose intolerance), fear of driving, my dog is neurotic &amp;amp; does not get along well with others, my husband may/may not want children... That's it! You say? Well, that's enough for me to obsess about... I intend to do so... right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching some kids today while eating dinner at a local restaurant. My husband is very good at blocking out the kiddo noise unless he's in a bad mood. I constantly critique. I think of how I would love being a parent so I could be one of the few who other adults (kid free) look at and say " now THAT'S a good parent, look how well behaved those kids are). That's, of course, a daydream... a luck of the draw scenario... of course, I guess some lead a charmed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday I will have a child. I am still young - 30. I think of my aforementioned neurotic but VERY loveable dog... she hampers my thoughts of motherhood. She has hostility issues with everyone except us. Who knows how she would react to a baby... Anyone out there with experience with training dogs who seem to snap, out of the blue? She is normally very docile. She seems very friendly. There have only been a few incidences... those have been enough though. We now don't even know if we can leave her in the care of a housesitter. She's too unpredictable. Perhaps we're the neurotic ones... I often wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of driving... well, I don't know where it began, but mothers that don't drive could encounter some difficulties, no? I do plan on getting my very first car soon, but it may take awhile given finances. I have a very accomodating husband. I just feel it's time now.. time to conquer my fear... I have the license... now I must overcome this... Does anyone out there have this somewhat irrational fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to my nutritional oddities later... I don't want to come off as a Woody Allen-esque caricature right of the bat... let me get warmed up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113177432260130224?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113177432260130224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113177432260130224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113177432260130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113177432260130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/bundle-of-thoughts.html' title='Bundle of thoughts'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18888726.post-113176764921483920</id><published>2005-11-11T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:54:09.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>I want someplace to vent freely. I have learned I need an outlet... so here it all begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18888726-113176764921483920?l=desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/113176764921483920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18888726&amp;postID=113176764921483920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113176764921483920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18888726/posts/default/113176764921483920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertstarsarafina.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Ruth</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
